Sunday, July 31, 2005

Tear

I woke up this morning and flipped on the tv and watched the ending of sense and sensibility, my parents left to visit friends. I had a shower. Did some studying for my final. Ate lunch and watched a really creepy movie with Kate Winslet. I thought of my friends gallavanting in Vancouver with the happy proud people. Thought of them shopping until their wallants were empty. Tryed to stop thinking of them and then flipped the channel to the news and they were broadcasting the parade. Thought "oh...maybe next year." Then realized that with my luck, everyone but me will be scheduled for work and I will end up at home. So I bid farewell....this sad gloomy day...where once again the clam misses out on pride and sulks off to work to make sandwiches for ungrateful people. Tears.....I am so lonely that I had to post in your blog to be closer to you! Love the sad sad sad sad sad clam.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Muahahaha

I have so much power over you!!!!!!!!! Muhahahahahahahahaha (cough) What?! I have a cold!

Ewww

- A high school student convicted of battery for vomiting on his Spanish teacher has been ordered to spend the next four months cleaning up after people who throw up in police cars.
A judge said he considered the boy's actions "an assault upon the dignity of all teachers." The teen, now 17, vomited on his teacher as he turned in his textbook on the last day of classes.
His attorney said the student vomited because he was nervous about his final exams.
But two other students testified that the teen said he threw up intentionally.
The teacher said the student, who was failing his class, made no effort to avoid throwing up on him.

So Bored

SO Jonny And Karen Are HOSTING This Dinner Party Thing. They Have Invited The Elet Post Office Staff To Out House For Wine And Such. They Are Lafughing And Talking And Having A FABULIOUS Time! Its SO Fun Being Over 40 Having Dinner With The Creme De La Creme. The Little Panda Is A Slame Monkey Getting Appies And Nappies And Tapys. The House Is Spick And Span A Cover Of The Real Conway House. Why When People Come Over We Feel The Need To Appear Better If Not Superior To Those We Just Let Into Our Homes. We Clean And Put The Mess Under Rugs. Hide Things That Make Us Look Human Or Signs Of Ordinary Life. We Then Let Them In And Show Them Everything That Is New And What Great Changes You Have Made To Your Superior Home. Then They Shower You With Either Gifts Or Food. As If You Were Some Hierarchy Who Deserves Praise And Gifts For Opening Your House To Such Common Lower Beings. Then The Situation Turns And Everyone Is Invited To The Next House And Its Your Turn To Play The Peasant And Their Turn To Sit In A Thorone And Be Worsiped. Even Things Like Animals Manage To Stay Out Of The Picture As If They Know They Will Not Be Appreciated Or They Can See How Strange This Tradition Is And They Avoid It At All Costs. Then You Becom A Prize To Show, Talk About How You Are Doing What You Are Doing And Anything Else That They Can Bring Up About You. They Talk About You As If You Were Not Their. They Make You Be Extra Obedient To Look As If You Were Some Extrodanry Being That They Raised. They Make Eveyone Watch As You Clean Up Their Mess And They All Marvel At How You Can Do What Your Told. They Divide Themselves From You, Your Main Purpose Is To Be Observed Not To Be Spoken To And Especialy Not To Eat At The Same Table As You Eat All The Same Foods As You And Not Drink What You Drink. They Look Down On You To Feel Taller Than The Host. They Make Sport Of You Your Their Comic Relief. The Whole Night Is Orcistrated To Make Them Look Better Than You. Nothing Can Go Wrong, The Food The Drinks, The House, The Conversation Topics. They Study The News More Than Usual To Come Up With Topics When The Silence Creeps In. Be It The New Movie, A New Disease, Or Just Soemthing That You Found Or Bought. You Must Seem Stimulating Intelegent Proper Sofisticated Knowlegable Well Rounded Yet Down To Earth And Relatable. You Cant Seperate Your Self Too Much Or They Will Never Come Back. But If They Can Get Out Of The Night Feeling Like They Had Some Sort Of Good Time Then They Will Invite You Over And Then It Will Keep Going Around. It May Just So Happen They Come Over Just After Your New Floors Or That New Couch Or Drapes. How Did Their Lives Become So Shallow So Dull So Mundane? What Will Happen To Us? Is Some Of It Allready Creeping Into Our Group Dynamic? Or Are We Just Merely Enjoying Company With The A Touch Of Self Promotion. What Makes People Go Through This? Why Do We Feel The Need To Do Such Things? Could One Ever Go Without Hosting A Party? If They Can Are They Smarter Than Us Or Are They The Ones That We Made Feel So Inferior That They Would Never Imagine Inviting Anyone Over. And How Many Times Can We Force People To Come Over Its Like Some Sort Of Quota You Have To Meet. You Should Show Off Your House At Least Four Times A Year Either Meeting Every Season Or Just Every Major Event In Your Life. Why When Something Good Happens To Us Must We Share It With Everyone On Our Phone List? Why Doesnt Bad News Go Around Like That? How Much Do We Work To Keep The Bad News Un-Heard By Our Closest Friends. How Can We Help It? If You Got A Boy Friend Tomorrow Would One Of Your 1st Gut Reactions Be To Call Me With The Good News. Its Just The Classis Keeping Up With The Jones. When Stephanie Go A Boy Friend Katie Needed On. Why Can Friends Never Be At Diffrent Levels Why Must We Always Be Competing And Trying To Improve Our Situation? We Are Almost Euqils And That Makes Us Work Harder At Beating Eachother. So When Do We Move From Friends To The Cometition? Is It Inevitavle That With Time Growing Together You Will Just Eventialy Work At Beating The Other One.

WTF Where Did That EYE Come From!? Posted by Picasa

SOMETHING PRETTY

Here I am, where I’ve been
I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.
And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,
She greets me every morning.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

Here I am, where I’ve been
I’ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

At the most I’m a glare,
I’m the hopeless son who’s hardly there.
I’m the open sign that’s always busted.
I’m the friend you need, but can’t be trusted.

Helllooooooooooo



Hahahahahhaahhahaha I have sooo much power over you and your precious blog!!!! Muhahahahahahhahahaha (laughing like the French)

Sincerely, The Clam


Exept Its For TODLERS!  Posted by Picasa

My New Fall Jeans Posted by Picasa

My New Fall Hoddie Posted by Picasa

My New Fall Track Jacket Posted by Picasa

My New Fall Layered Tee Posted by Picasa

My New Fall Coat Posted by Picasa

Open-mindedness

OPEN-MINDEDNESS

In a spirit of trust, we are open to a diversity of ideas, approaches, and points of view - across teams and across divisions.

To: Stephen

Your contistant effort is always appreciated, thank you for being so open to the kids business. You really owned it today keep up the great work!!

From: Tamara

"Diffrent isnt't always better, but better is always diffrent."

Our Values:
Integrity
Respect
Open-mindedness
Quality
Balance

Gap Inc.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Andy

I Still Dont See It Hannah. Do Any One Else?

On the field I remember you were incredible
Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah
On the field I remember you were incredible
Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah

On the match with the boys, you think you're alone
With the pain that you drain from love
In a car with a girl, promise me she's not your world

Cause Andy, you're a star
Leave your number on the locker and I'll give you a call
Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah
Leave your legacy in gold on the plaques that line the hall
Hey shut up, hey shut up, yeah

On the streets, such a sweet face jumping in town
In the staff room the verdict is in
In a car with a girl, promise me she's not your world

Cause Andy, you're a star
In nobody's eyes but mine
Andy, you're a star
In nobody's eyes but mine
Andy, you're a star
In nobody's eyes
In nobody's eyes but mine

Van Isle Video

Look Van Isle Has An Official Site!

Start Posting!

Im Blamo.

Do You Think PERKY Is PRANCER?

Read The Fourms.

Im The Only Memeber Posting.

http://www.vanislevideo.com/cms/

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Look Its Kyle's Profie Pic. So Yeah Props To KYLE! Posted by Picasa

The CE

CE Is Making This Blog Crazy!

1st Clam Can Post On My Bolgg.

And Them Someone's Live Journal Is Linking To My Blogg With NO Credit.

So Yesh You Can Use My Photo But Just Say Like From Stephen.

SO Hannah No More Posts And Linking With Credit.

Get OUT

STAY OUT OF MY BLOGG!

Before the movies



This is typical chris before a date at the movies....or starbucks....yeah...he's pretty relaxed but has a great style. He likes to dress up a bit for me because we don't see eachother that much on account of his filming great movies like Not another teen movie (which i loved!), cellular, and fantastic 4..flame on! (hahaha sorry our little joke!) anywho....got to go....my cellular is ringing...hahaha chrissy pooh!

Love Clam (though chris has a cuter name for me)

Thursday, July 28, 2005


Where Did The Hair Go? Its Missing! Posted by Picasa

That Coat And Jeans. Posted by Picasa

Side View...That Line Looks SO Fake Posted by Picasa

Slanty Posted by Picasa

Cocky Posted by Picasa

I Cant Read It Posted by Picasa

Stupid Glass Posted by Picasa

Ewww.... Posted by Picasa

It Looks Umm Diffrent Up Close Posted by Picasa

LOL That Extra Is Looking The Wrong Way. "Humm How Did They Get A Burger That Big? Id Rather Be Eating Meat." Posted by Picasa

Look Its Africa! Posted by Picasa

We Saw The ISLAND...MOVE THAT DAMM GLASS! Posted by Picasa

This Is How It Starts Posted by Picasa

Look Apparently Its A British Commercial For Cell Phones Posted by Picasa

And Oldie But A Goodie. Look Office Depo Nokia And His Boxers. Posted by Picasa

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