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Name: Claire
Gender: Female
Interests: Dancing, listening to music, calling friends, learning French, talking to Tori, and design. Oh, and did I mention that I love getting emails?
Expertise:
Occupation: Other
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/29/2004
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| Goodnight, LadiesGoodnight, Ladies,
Goodnight, Ladies,
Goodnight, Ladies,
It's sad to see you go...
Well, the time has come, the time is now, Marvin K. Mooney, will you please go now?
Yes. It's true. Not only have I changed my name to Marvin
K. Mooney, I have also changed my blog location. As you may or
may not have noticed, this blog hates and abhors me with a
passion. As I have mentioned and will mention again, I am loathe
to remain in dysfunctional relationships, especially those that are
initiated on the internet.
So my new home is...*drumroll*
http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=FadedExpression
This blog has been fun, and I'm not deleting it...I'm just letting it
stew in its own juices for a while. I may come back, I may not,
but my only point is that you can comment on old posts as much as you
like, it still won't buy you a Mercedes.
Tata and farewell from a psychotic blogger.
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| Edit:
If there's a weird echo-y thing going on with the video, scroll waaaaay
down and you'll see that my site starts over. Weird.
Anyway, hit pause on THAT music video and the one on the top version
won't echo anymore. Heh. But listen to the song and watch
the music video. I die.
It was the hardest thing I've ever done to get on the plane coming home.
Let me present you with a picture...a word picture showing you what it
was like on one of the last mornings. I don't even remember where
we were going, but we were on the CTA at five in the morning.
It's freezing as you step onto the train. You have to step fast,
or the doors will close. They only give you about two seconds to
board and get off.
As you sink onto one of the seats near the door, you look over at your
friend. In her face you see the sadness you feel on your own;
you're leaving soon, perhaps not to see her for a very long time.
She suggests listening to some music, so, yawning, you use one iPod
earphone while she uses the other. Your head falls on her
shoulder and you look out the windows as the train rattles along,
running by so many pictures of life.
As you start through the slums, the sun begins to rise. The
stained brick walls, broken windows, and tattered curtains that denote
a dark life roll slowly by as a slow song plays.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world...
The song continues as you pass by a city street. The skyscrapers
line the already busy causeway, framing a picture of the sky streaked
with yellow, pink, and blue. The narrow snapshot your mind takes
of that spot stays with you forever; the sadness of a world without
hope, the sadness of leaving happiness behind.
This is a depressing post. So I'll add a...
Disclaimer: I had more fun with Tori than I've ever had with
anyone. Even in the grocery store. Which is bizarre.
But I think I'll also add a...
Shout out: (First of all, I hate the expression 'Shout-out'...so
I'll call this a...I'll think of something original later...) Tori is
my one and only best friend forever. There was a time during the
visit when I thought my heart was breaking, and she was there for me
even though my mascera was washing away the rest of my face, snot was
flowing freely from my proboscus (that's a nose), and my eyes looked
like they had been injected with insta-pink-eye. She saw past all
of the superficial and put my heart back together. No-one else
could ever do that or ever will, and so I just want to make it known
that (even though I love all of you) no-one else will ever be as close
to me as she is. Unless of course I end up getting married, in
which case...but no, nevermind. I don't do husbands. I'd
rather get a flat in N.Y.C. with Tori.
Sorry, guys.
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| cHiCaGoOkay, I hate it when people mix CaPs and LoWeRcAsE, but I was compelled by my inner spammer.
I'm going to Chicago on Monday.
And no, I won't be facing the nightmare that is O'Hare, I'll be flying into Midway.
Which, I suppose, could be construed as a different kind of nightmare. But I'm not worried about it.
On the way back I have a layover in St.Louis. Which sucks, because I won't be able to see the Arch.
Because I'll be stuck in an airport, eating gross food and watching
other people eat gross food, feeling my metabolism slow down to the
speed of a hungover tortoise.
BUT!
I'll see Tori before I become totally obese, which is the point anyway. Right? Right.
*shuts up*
*Edit*
HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!
*dons kilt*
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| Starbucks...A.K.A. The Store of LifeI might work at Starbucks when I get back from IL.
But. THIS is the question:
I know several nasty people who work at Starbucks. On the other
hand, I know lots and lots of awesome people who work at Starbucks.
Would working at the Store of Life make me nasty or decently decent?
And...
Am I Nerdy Enough?
Nasty Nerds Who Infiltrate the System Belonging to Those Who Depend on Caffeine to Keep Body and Soul Together
by Claire
The setting: A Starbucks in a cool, hip, jazzy-cattish area.
Attendees: Cool, hip, jazzy cats
Employees: Non-cool, hip-less, jazz-less...um...Cretans.
The man in black enters the Starbucks. He's cool. He's hip. He's a Jazzy Cat.
He approaches the counter, his gait smooth and swinging. Without
even looking at the board upon which the beverages are listed, he
stands there, seeming to search his mind for The Truth.
Starbucks Employee: (in apathetic, angsty, I'm-Just-A-Teenager
tones) "Cool, hip, jazzy cat, what can I get for you today?"
Man in Black: "Starbucks Employee, I will have a venti caramel frappuccino with extra caramel."
He produces his credit card with a suave twist of his wrist, leaving
the angsty teenager amazed and intimidated, but not angst-less.
The Starbucks Employee accepts said card and swipes it.
"Dude. It'll be ready in a minute."
The angst-ridden adolescent shuffles around doing nothing, trying to look as though SOMETHING is being accomplished.
The man in black is appalled at the second-rate service he
receives. After all of the work he went to to become suave when
pulling out his credit card! The countless hours studying those
boards until he was sure he knew every item on the list! The
months spent toiling to become fluid on his feet and lucid in
conversation when speaking with Starbucks Employees!
All the love that motivated him...all of the adoration he had for
Butte--Caramel...WASTED! Wasted...on a pubescent male without any
calling...any respect...any appreciation for the higher things in
life! Without any recognition for the things love could
produce!
The man in black speaks to the teen once more.
"I see that the love for caramel like autumn gold and whipped cream
like wintry...cream...is not in you, you warthog-faced buffon!"
With this cutting and debonair assault, the man in black leaps to the
smaller counter where his venti is waiting and rescues it from the
hands of the adolescent male.
Strengthened by his beverage, the man in black;
Defeats Liberals
Defends Freedom
Fights Oppression, Mediocrity, and Bad Hair Days
And
World Peace is Achieved.
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| EDIT: I dedicate this layout to the one who inspired it...a.k.a. David Rojas. Because he's hopeless.
So. What's going on in my life, you ask? Well...you don't
ask, but I'm telling you anyway. Because. I can.
My life; a soundtrack:
Track One: Jaws Theme Song ~*~ I.E., Claire goes on a Photoshop Spree
Track Two: Jaws Theme Song Remix ~*~ I.E., Claire Butchers Tenor Expos
Track Three: She Loves You ~ The Chipmunks ~*~ I.E., Claire Stays Up Too Late and Becomes Very Irrational/Hyper
Track Four: Please Please Me ~ The Chipmunks ~*~ I.E.,
Claire Gets More Hyper Due to Thoughts Pertaining to Chicago Visit
Track Five: Magnet ~ Lindsay Lohan ~*~ I.E., Claire Drinks Starbucks
Track Six: I Like the Way ~ Bodyrockers ~*~ I.E., Claire Allows
Herself to Be Distracted When She Should Be Doing Study Questions
Track Seven: I Wish I Could Speak French ~*~ I.E., Claire Tries to Learn French But Is Foiled By Sentence Structure
Track Eight: I'm Going to Stop Now Because My Life is That Boring ~ Claire
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