A fantastic thing (at least to us) is currently happening:
The Trey and Gracey front are forming a united front at Trey's house. We're hanging out together! I mean, technically I'm the one who's posting this, while Trey torments his brother, but it does mean that we don't have to comment off each other. We can DISCUSS what we're going to say before we actually say it.
We have nothing to say.
(Britney Spears rocks! --Trey)
(There are so many things wrong with that statement that I cannot even begin to describe it.--Gracey)
Anyway, we were working on making a video today, and discussed Sweeney Todd (and Trey's embarrassing pillows) at length, so there's no need to recap.
(Besides, it can be summed up in one word: GORE.)
Anyway, I say anyway SO MUCH.
:sigh:
I'm tired and my brain is running out of steam, but it doesn't matter anyway, because nobody is reading this, so I'm just gonna go listen to Jonathan Coulton who Trey hates.
Love,
Gracey
Even though I've already posted today, I'm going to again. So sue me.
However, I felt the need to point out several things. One: Trey, Britney Spears sucks. Like, she seriously sucks. Her children were taken away. She shaved her head. She did various illegal things. And I suppose that you could pull the whole tortured artist thing from that, except it's BRITNEY SPEARS. I liked her when I was, like, EIGHT. She should have kept her target audience at eight-year-olds. I, personally, think she would have been much happier.
Two: I've been singing TWO disjointed lines from Sweeny Todd for two years: "This is the tale of Sweeny Todd," and "The worst meat pies in London!" That's two lines, love. Count 'em and weep.
Three: I have been to the movies three times in the past week. Four, as of tomorrow. That more times than I've been to the movies in the past YEAR. I don't think you know this about me, but I'm actually not that big of a fan of the movies. They kind of freak me out. I MUCH prefer watching movies at home. In snuggly blankets.
I do love blankets.
Well, since I've ranted at you two times today, I feel like writing briefly this time is enough.
Toodles, Trey. Good luck on the job interview tomorrow.
Love,
Gracey
]]>Since Gracey felt the need to post some Maximo Park, I feel the need to post some music that is very near to my heart. This enchanting song is called Flux and it's by a British band called Bloc Party. They are pretty amazing and the leader singer, Kele, is pretty much gorgeous. I was thinking about posting some Britney Spears songs from Blackout (BEST ALBUM EVER), but Gracey would have my head. Sorry, this website refuses to play iTunes purchased music, so I have to use youtube! =[ If you go to our main page, you'll find the link under "Links" as well. Though, you should figure that out.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=WsIMTwVaGyw
Please allow me to be the last one to wish you a Merry Christmas.
/Happy Hannukah
/Happy Kwanza.
So, basically, even though it was my turn to post something, on Christmas Day until this morning, I was shunted away to a place that I like to refer to as Stepford. I'm not saying anything else on the matter. It's the only excuse I have for the very rapid change of "every day" until "some days that may or may be consecutive."
But I digress.
Trey, I'm going to have to disagree with you on the matter of Titanic. I hate that movie. And I know that, in saying that, I disagree with the majority of the world. But I always have to leave the room when people start drowning. Maybe it's because I have this irrational fear of drowning. I mean, I don't watch the part of Pirates of the Caribbean (the first one, aka the only one that was worth anything) where Orlando Bloom is stuck in that flooding hatch.
And, not to ruin things for anyone, but I saw the second National Treasure yesterday, and there was a freaky water scene. Hated it. Maybe this is in light of my freaky drowning scene as a child (I did not in fact drown) that clearly has scarred me for life.
Anyway, enough about drowning. I'm watching Priscilla and Pathos, a hilarious YouTube vlog, which I will provide linkage to. (Ha, Trey, you're so freaking beat. I mean, I can provide linkage to my enjoyment. You subscribe to some sub-par absurdly popular movie, whereas I can provide linkage!)
(I've decided that, if nothing else, bashing Titanic will make someone angry. Unless I decided to totally go against my mores and be intolerant. But we all know I won't go that far.)
I was thinking, Trey, that it would be epically hilarious if nobody ever commented on this. Hereinsofar...ZERO COMMENTERS.
Probably because nobody loves us.
Well, it would be funny for me.
Talk to you soon, Trey.
(Dude, you and me, tomorrow SWEENY TODD. And I KNOW you remember that week in like eighth grade where I would sing over and over that one line that I knew from that one song...which remains the one line I know. Maybe we'll agree on it better than we did on Titanic, hm?)
Love,
Gracey
]]>Hello world!
So it's like 11:40 on Christmas Eve. I'm sitting on my couch being lazy and watching VH1, which happens to be airing I Love the 90s: Part Deux for the umpteenth time. I'm on 1997 right now. What a great year. Not like I remember anything except Titanic coming out <3. BEST MOVIE EVER. I cry every time I watch it, mostly because Rose the Fat Cow doesn't want to move over for Jack to sit on the door. I mean, it's only like the size of a nice sized apartment. Yet, she feels the need to sprawl out and start tanning, while the Mr. Jack freezes in the water.
Anyways, I'm the male half (which is debatable for some people) of Trey and Gracey. Like she said, she has nicer hair only because my hair is currently in the awkward-growing-out stage. She has nice eyes too. And skin. As for me, I take pride in my soft and moisturized skin. I wear more makeup than she does sometimes, and I think I wear mini-skirts more often than her too. She's beautiful too.
One of us will be posting everyday and we'll have videos and music soon! And cool little gadgets. In no time, we're gonna give Perez Hilton a run for his money because our blog is going to BEAST.
Have fun reading!
Love you Gracey <3
-Trey =]
Okay, so maybe it's a bit egotistical of me to call SockMonkeySlippers "A Megalith". But I'm hoping. And, come on, what's anything without a little self-promotion?
Speaking of self-promotion (HA, like I didn't set that one up on purpose), I feel like I should introduce myself a little. I mean, it's not like I have anything else to do.
(:cough: Except write that chapter that I promised myself I'd have done today...and there aren't that many hours left in today :cough:)
So me. I'm Gracey, the female half of Gracey and Trey, and the half with better hair (Trey's would be better, but he insists on getting a haircut like every two weeks). I'm short and...
I'm bored with this introducing business already. And it's late.
Trey, I leave it to you.
Love,
Gracey
P.S. This will probably be directed towards a generally teenage group (Trey and Gracey being, you know, two teenagers) but others are welcome, too. Feel free to post comments, if you're reading. That's why we made this public.
Have fun, little ducklings.
-G
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