AN: Ok, what Maureen meant to say was "I'm NOT that bad!" Silly Maureen, mixing up her words like that. Heh-heh.

Anyway...

On Tuesday, one of the best hours of television ever graced my screen. What was this moment? Veronica Mars season finale! There's love, there's mystery, there's death, and there's moments that make you go "Oh my God. OH MY GOD!" which is the highest compliment that a TV show can receive. And, best of all, there was the reunion of the hottest TV ship ever – LoVe (Logan and Veronica). It was so, so, so good. I squeed. Quite a few times. I'm still riding out the euphoria. God. Damn.

There are other good shows having their finales these next couple weeks. I'm seeing like a hundred, but the ones I recommend are:

Veronica Mars (duh)

Gilmore Girls

That 70's Show

Smallville

House

Those are my personal favorites, even though I don't follow House as closely as I could. And should, I know. But VM and Gilmore Girls are top priority, so House keeps getting set on the backburner with all my activities. Mainly because I don't own TiVo and only like five tapes, meaning that watching the shows I want to requires a lot of juggling.

On the music front, I'm loving my new Reliant K CD. It's really cool in the fact that it's seamless in its transition from song to song. It's the first Christian CD I've owned in a while. Which doesn't make a damn bit of sense, because not a single one of the songs has anything to do with Christianity. I mean, I know I'm not actually Christian anymore, because I don't see how singing about how it sucks for your girlfriend's ex-boyfriend that he dumped her and now he realizes how cool the girlfriend is but she's yours now really has anything to do with Christianity. If you can explain how they're a Christian band, please explain it to me. Because I can't figure it out.

You know, I took the AP exam, so you'd think that I'd be done with the stupid subject. Nope. I have a bunch of homework that I'm avoiding doing by writing this. Oh, well.

You know that reading reviews makes me giddy. Anons:

EAmphetamine – You said "WOAH!" This makes me giggle. Yup. It's all very crazy, huh? I came back swinging.

BohoGirl – Ugh. Stupid Psych. I'll ask what you thought about the second essay question in about twelve hours when I can't be arrested for doing so. Or my test invalidated. They never really made that clear. I'm glad you liked it. I don't know if you'll be happy with me later on. Oops! I said too much! It's interesting you're asking for Roger because ... well, you'll see.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry to say, if I owned Rent, I'd currently trade it for VM. This compulsion will end in just a couple days, but in the meantime, you can know that if I ever owned Rent, I wouldn't own it anymore. So I don't own Rent!

Best Day

Roger peered around a corner and saw Benny enter a store that looked like it was full of jewelry. Roger grinned evilly. He knew that store, and he knew that Benny would be out of it in five minutes, once he got a look at the price tags. They probably didn't have long now until Benny met whoever this new girl was, considering they'd already been following Benny for half an hour. In that time, Roger realized that Benny was a horrible whistler and that he'd have to mock Benny later for his extensive knowledge of Bette Midler songs.

Sighing, Roger leaned on the wall and looked down at Mark. Now that he had time to think about, he realized Mark had been really quiet. He hadn't brought his camera, and he was acting – well, the only word Roger could come up with was twitchy.

"Ok, are you going to tell me what the hell's wrong or are you going spend this whole chase looking like someone stuck something hard up your ass all day?" Mark glanced up at Roger, obviously surprised that he'd noticed something was wrong, and Roger cocked an eyebrow. So he wasn't the most observant. He wasn't blind either, and no one could accuse Mark of being subtle.

Mark groaned and put his head in his hand. "I did something stupid."

Roger grinned. "Finally!" Mark glared up at him and Roger shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm always screwing up. If you listen to Mimi, I screw up every day. It's a good change, you needing help instead of me."

Mark gave him a half-smile. "Roger, is that the beginnings of sentimentality I hear in your voice?"

Roger rolled his eyes. "If it'll get you to tell what's going, sure. I'm sentimental."

Mark's smile widened for a moment, then collapsed into a frown. "I, uh, I kinda might've asked Abby to move in with me." Roger snorted with laughter. Mark groaned again, and louder. "God, I screwed up, didn't I?"

Roger grinned broadly at him. "It's been like two months, man. Did you really expect her to say anything besides no?"

"She didn't say no yet," Mark muttered, looking a little like a lost puppy, with his sad eyes asking Roger to tell him that he didn't do anything too stupid.

"She didn't say no? Then what's wrong? Do you not want her moving in now?" Roger was officially lost. This wasn't that odd, considering it was Mark, who was usually pretty far ahead of him mentally, but he should be able to handle relationship talk.

"She didn't say yes, either," Mark admitted.

Enlightenment dawned in Roger and he started laughing again. "You ran away before she could say anything, didn't you?" Mark hung his head. Roger pulled him into a headlock and ruffled his hair, still chuckling. "You ran like a bitch, huh?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Mark pulled out of his clutch, protesting loudly. "You run like a bitch. I just leave until a more opportune moment."

"Whatever you say, Marky." Roger grinned at him cheekily. This was just too good. Really. How often did his best friend need his help, and so badly?

Mark looked down at his feet. "Is she even going to talk to me after this?"

Wow. Way to ruin a moment. Roger couldn't help but feel sorry for Mark, which took all the fun out of torturing him. "I'm sure she'll talk to you. Just stop, wait for answer, and then act next time."

"Sage advice from Roger. This is the one time I don't have my camera!" Mark lamented, staring at his empty hands.

Roger was about to make a comment about certain people's feet getting stuck in certain people's asses when he heard a coughing sound coming from behind him. He whirled around to face Benny, who was standing just behind him, tapping his foot with an annoyed expression on his face. "What the hell, guys?"

Mark and Roger exchanged panicked glances. "Shopping for our girlfriends, of course," Roger tried, smiling winningly.

Benny sighed. "Just get out of here before she ..."

"Benny! Mark! Roger!"

"... gets here." Benny looked defeated for a moment. Then something clicked in his head. "Wait. How does she know you?"

As Ren came striding into view, both Roger and Mark cracked up. Benny looked completely lost as Ren kissed on the cheek and surveyed the two friends cracking up as they leaned against the brick wall. "What's wrong with them? And how do you guys know each other?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed together.

Roger straightened up and extended his hand to point at Benny. "Ren, meet our roommate, Benjamin."

Mark extended his opposite hand and directed it towards Ren. "Benny, meet Dave's sister, Lauren." At the horrified expressions on the couple's face, he added, "yes, the people Dave's been trying to set you up with."

Roger smiled happily and informed them, "Dave will never let you hear the end of this."

This just had to be one the best day's ever, in Roger's opinion.

AN: So who guessed? Interesting situations abound!

This is a pretty short chapter, but oh well. Its kinda filler until bigger stuff comes up.

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