rene

hey

hi, i'm rene. this is my tiny personal website. (and tiny it is)
there's some navigation arrows on the left and right, and those dark-backgrounded things hold more info, things would get too stuffed if just put underneath eachother… roll-out divs to the rescue
there isn't much to see here, but it's (maybe) better than nothing :)

i am

rene
sixteen years old
a little socially awkward
incapable of normal things everyone does
a non-professional, non-creative web designer
illogical

i like

webdesign
the big bang theory (the cbs show)
music
i hate myself (the band)
coffee
school
storms
music
coffee
socializing every now and then
music
english
coffee

i dislike

gaming
silence
light
being home
french
dutch
capitalization and punctuation

et cetera

i am a semi-proficient programmer in javascript, php, c#, ruby, python and maybe perl and very maybe vb
i am lazy; i hardly finish projects
i am sometimes incredibly stupid but sometimes distinct signs of intelligence show up as well

social stuff

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also, if you'd ever feel the need to email me, you may do as you wish, to

sites

i have some projects, mainly websites. most aren't finished, most aren't likely to ever be
actually, i have a lot, but most aren't even worth showing

os - concept online operating system. has lots of apps but only four are available for now (of which two aren't even useable)
tppc - things for an online pokémon game i once played
words - word random animation thing. text to display can be passed via a get param, like this to be precise: ?t=text_here
this - this site, or maybe the homebrew scrollbars on this site, or maybe something else

i might even add a blog on this site sometime c:

poetry

sometimes i like to write poetry... if i ever write something worth publishing, i'll probably add it here
for the time being, a placeholder

scribbles on a blue piece of plastic

young, only sixteen, maybe
talented, creative and pretty
a small, lovely face...

tiny dots on her nose
her bare feet quite perfect
wonderful black hair
a fallen angel, at least

bloodstains on the floor
scars on her wrist
strains on her back

coming from up front
dark, crawling up her legs
(beautiful legs)
a pale white face...

her blue eyes without fear
clenched fists dangling loosely
sudden movement

just one more time
restrained grunting noise
chest silenced at last
red pen on the table

once blue