Starting Over

I made some changes to this blog. I looked at my past posts and notices two things. One, where the hell was my sense of humor? I get that I was depressed on some days but I wish I can go back in time and hug myself and say, “cheer up chubs you’re going to be fine”.

(FYI it is so hard to write when you hear Donald Trump give a commencement speech on television. Liar in chief, get the fuck out of the podium please. These kids don’t need to hear your lies).

Two, there is no consistency on my blog. What niche am I aiming for? My two friends are active on social media. One is focusing on health and fitness the other made a Youtube Channel for vegan food. I am so proud of them. They inspire me to stay focus.

I guess for now I’ll try and write about my experiences without making it nauseating for some people. After all, my title for my blog is Renie Philosphie: Or How I Plan to Survive my Thirties Without Blowing my Head Off.

Have a good people.


Baby You Got This

My friend is pregnant and for some strange reason I dreamed that I held her newborn daughter at the hospital. In real time my friend isn’t even due until July so I find dreaming about her daughter a bit surprising.

Did I mention the kid is half-Japanese which guarantees that she is going to be a gorgeous baby? What can I say? Asians make cute babies.

I used a dream dictionary to find out what the dream meant.  I was not shocked what I learned. It had to do with new beginnings and goals. Like I said in previous posts this summer is going to be challenging. What I found comforting was that I was going to reach my goals but some major obstacles up ahead will come first.

Story of my fucking life. Whatever. Game on fuckers!

Can I also mention my little brother (okay maybe not so little since he’s much taller than me) made to Dean’s List? I am not shocked that he made it but I am amused by his reaction to the whole thing. Next week we see Alien Covenant with our two friends at the IMAX Theater. This might be one of the dumbest ideas I’ve had for a long time.

Ciao internet!



The Case for Sense8


Two years ago, I returned home depressed, angry, and alone. While I recovered Netflix released a show called Sense8. For someone like me, who thought the world was just an awful place to be in, the Wachoswkis created a beautiful, optimistic, piece of art.

The premise itself intrigued me. Eight people, from different backgrounds, languages, and even sexual orientations, from around the world, begin to share a psychic link. One scene had a man in Kenya being attacked by gang members. He was saved by a Korean woman who takes over his mind temporarily and kicked the living shit out of all the dangerous men. I cheered and woke up my cat.

All these eight characters are lovable. Even Wolfgang, who not only is part of the criminal world of Berlin, but can also be kind and help out Lito (who I say is the funniest character on the show) in his time of need. The two men are so different, but Sense8, manages to make their dynamic work. When Wolfgang killed a rival gang with a rocket launcher, Lito cheered. I cheered. Haha.

There are some amazing action sequences.

These characters are smart. These characters are people I want in my life if they existed. Yes even that psycho Wolfgang can be part of my squad.

Did I mention the sex scenes are hot and beautifully shot?

So please Netflix gods please allow this show to return for season 3. I am a patient gal. If it takes two years for the show return then so be it.

And besides…2019…will be amazing year for me too 😀

Exam Week

Leave to me to have my final exam on Friday, on Cinco de Mayo. I might get shit faced or not but I will see the sequel to Guardians of the Galaxy. Come on, how can you not love Baby Groot?

My brother has more exams than I do but he’s doing his best cope. He has come a long way since two years ago. Those fucking doubters about me and him, let’s just say their not in our fucking lives anymore. Just because someone is going through a difficult time doesn’t mean you should write them off as a failures. It’s beautiful to see him work hard on his studies, its beautiful to see him make new friends, and its beautiful to see him try and be a good person.

As for me, I’ve been on this recovery road before. The difference is I am older. I am more patient, empathetic, and my tolerance for drama is ZERO. For the exception of my father, I have no drama with anyone. I am learning to trust people again. It’s fucking hard work, but life is not a cruise ship filled with good times; that ship can drown before you know it. Last night I cried before I went to bed, praying that this summer I will make it and accomplish a difficult goal.

Have a good day reader. Take of yourself.