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My name is Clay Egan.
The animal which symbolizes me is German shepard.
The color of my soul is Olive green.
The celebrity I most resemble is tuna.
My special pain or illness is chocolate.
My most important time of day is 4:oo am.
The shape of my life is triangle.
And the flavor which identifies me most is tulips.

Use this information wisely. 

silver

 I can show you the world. What world? Nooooo, ya can't. Sorry to burst your bubble. Bubble buddy. But the thing is the world has all it's shadows and corners and I don't get to see them. You don't even get to see them. I'm sure there's even places that no one gets to see. I would like to see those places. I'd rather walk down a beautiful hidden alley than to ever glance at the Eiffel Tower, because truth is I've already seen the Eiffel Tower thanks to the billions of tourists throwing their touristy Tower pictures at me. Yeah yeah a picture isn't the same, but I want to walk down that alley. Every story has a setting, and every setting has a story. Pretty sure this alley will have a better story behind it. If not, I'll make one. And then it can be my story and I'll write it however I want, ya dig? Good. What's your place? Where you wanna go? I have more places to go. Alley, check. Hmm, what else do I want to see. An abandoned bus, a broken ship, a crashed airplane, and your heart. Can I be there? In your heart. Maybe not. I want to be in empty places, and leave them with my memory. Just me. A little drop of a legacy just to throw off the groove of "emptiness". Maybe that's why you're a little scared, but that's okay. I can always wait to give your heart a little hug. Tug it my way. But don't worry, I'll stick around. Find me in the alley, I'm the one holding tears.

family chat

People always ask me why I write my blog the way I do. Mostly nonsense to those who don't understand it, and let's face it that's probably all of you. No offense. And yes my blog is for you to read, but it's also just to keep myself going sometimes. I'm a fan of self-expression and social media doesn't always do the job. Anyway, most blogs are full of opinionated rants on "issues" or "change the world" fantasies. Wee bit narcissist I'd think. The way to success is following your dreams, not throwing them at people who take a few minutes to read your meaningless rants. Blogging is such a hipster world, everyone else is saying the exact same thing. In fact, you probably got your ideas from someone else anyway, show some credit. Yes, I know the irony of me ranting on ranters but if you wanna win you gotta play the same game. So back to THIS blog that you're reading, I write it for fun. If I want you to think about something I'll bring it up in a fun way. People learn the most when they figure things out themselves with guidance, not from lists of do's and don'ts. I'd like to think of myself as more of a Dear Abby rather than a politician. Come to me with a problem and I'll give you a hug and kind words, not shove a law down your throat because it's the "way it should be". I don't know what's best for you, and neither do the ranters. Indirect expression is my specialty. If you feel guilty about something it's probably because you did something wrong, not because I told you so. So take my thoughts for what you want them to be. If you think I'm talking about you, fix what you think I'm talking about. Otherwise just enjoy it. My blog is not to point things out, but more so to "take a look" at your own experiences. My thoughts are small and not worth much- Chocolate is Brown.

my computer gon' die

Look it. Let me write what I wanna. Don't care what your parents say, forget structure. Judging me already, are you? Fine. But I got this, my own. Shout for independence. Do something different. But is it really different? Or is everyone else just too common to do it. Not me. Uh oh, incorrect grammar. Rules rules rules. Great people break rules. I'm not the first to say it, and I won't be the last. But I am one to say it. What's my message? No, don't break the law. But there's no reason to go one way when there's another way to go. Just go, and figure it out on your own, on your way there. I can tell how your mind is just tearing this apart. Sentence by sentence the more you read the more out of the way it gets. Don't try to follow, Just pass by please. Thank you kindly. Refuse arguments without worth. After the answering machine fills up, take a look and see what's there, not wasting a second. Skip the pettiness, and dwell on what will last. You can decide that. Your choice. But alas, respect choices. Please don't stir up trouble. Opinions. Peace. Cardboard boxes. Keep it simple and speak softly. Tell what you want, tell. If you are rejected, keep walking. You are not alone, but you might be the only one heard. Tie up your shoes. Chocolate is Brown.

the s (:

My feet are cold. Let's take medicine. The table just vibrated. Cookie dough please. Table vibrating, feet colding, cookie doughing medicine. Sure, moron. Forget new year's resolutions. My throat has been shrinking, give me yogurt. Write a song about giving me yogurt. On a horse. A white one. Don't drink the coffee, or kool-aid that is of certain violet coloration. However, violent coloration may be perfectly acceptable. Maybe. Ask Simon. Please appreciate your hands. They type, they write, they hold, the hit, they grasp, they push, they pull, they give, they take, they harm, they mend, they comfort, they abuse, they discourage, they love, they fix, they destroy, they tear down, they build. Such complexities that we ignore. Use them wisely, please dear. Edward has scissors. Turn on the light. Leave it on. Hiding nothing, ever. Let that change your world. Make a world of your own. Forget criticism. Imagine like a child. Create like a child. Stop caring so much, like a child. Stop thinking about children. Tarantula.

Geometry

LOOK AT YOUR FACE!! is it smiling? Frowning? What is it doing? My face is making the inquisitive one raised eyebrow face.. I'm rather unhappy bcuz I'm blogging from my friend's iPad.. I don't like iPads very much but whatever, such is life. Smiling is quite important. My dearest mother gave me cotton candy today (bless the dentist) and it says smiles guaranteed!, really? Yes! The container itself even says "It has been scientifically proven that it is impossible for someone to eat Fun Sweets cotton candy without cracking a smile. In fact we're so confident of this fact that we guarantee it. DISCLAIMER The Fun Sweets smile guarantee applies to typically pleasant individuals. If you are a major grouch that doesn't smile at a puppy or a rainbow then even we can't help you." Sounds good to me right? Even the Bible (MSG) says in Proverbs 31:25 regarding the virtuous woman, "she always faces tomorrow with a smile". Hmm, I guess I'll have to get over being upset at this iPad. But for future reference, they don't need to put the little lines under the F and J on the keyboard... I'm pretty sure no one using a touchscreen is blind. Please prove me wrong. What makes you guys smile eh? The radio show that I host at school is all about the motives we have behind smiling. We have all fake smiled at one point or another. It could have been to impress someone or just to hide the feelings you were having. I happen to always fake smile after the severe disappointments of never winning the best elbow painting contest ): not that I've ever painted with my elbow or seen a contest held for it.. But I still didn't win so that's something to be upset about!! I jest. But hey there's a few genuine people out there... Like that lady who holds the record for the most plastic surgeries.. No deception at all!! Hmm.. Maybe not my best example. However, some of us really do have things to smile about (: so let me know, what are you hiding? Whats wrong? What do you need for a smile or what took your smile away? Is it relative? Tell me tell me (: I'm here for you!!, haha. So alas dear friends! Chocolate is overrated.

worthment

I do not wish to measure time. I don't want to think about being productive, because that's relative right? Ah, I am only making excuses to not pick up my room. I state the case that I do not have enough strength to pick up my room anyway, for the act of lifting up an entire room by the floorboards might put too much strain on this fragile back. Language is a funny thing. In the meanwhile, I have managed to accomplish other things. Are these accomplishments great? Well, that all depends on how much you value a suspended room in the first place. Like I said, productivity is relative. Or rather, subjective. Objective? I can never get those meanings straight. Or narrow.Yet again, language is a funny thing. So back to putting eternity back into it's little pieces- all I have managed to do today is sleep, finish all of Gilmore Girls, digest some food, and make mostly useless chatter with friends about tentative and most unlikely plans. Simply indubitable. I like that last sentence, small and delicious, such as the look on my face when withholding a sneeze. Preposterous. To whom it may concern, I'm a fan of the lemon packets. I do not wish to attend lecture sessions at all, ever again, unless taught by Tim Burton. Tomorrow's weather forecast is partly moony with a chance of sprinkler systems going off at inopportune moments. Your perfume smells like grass. Have a moist day, Darth Vader.

Never again....

Texting texting textingggggg is what I'm actually doing right now. Blog from the iPhone! Hopefully a funny autocorrect ends up in here somewhere (; sorry this was late; I was busy at a Super Bowl party on Sunday!! I was ecstatic when the Fishes beat the Parrots!! Oh that was Animal Planet? Whatever.

At this moment I am sitting in a library; done with homework, listening to an obnoxious copy machine, waiting for class, and really just having one of those "I don't know what to do with my life right now" moments. Love those right? Tonight on the agenda is yodeling at trees, putting applesauce in my hair, and spreading disease! Actually I'm just gonna go get a facial and do some homework. BUT at 9:00 tonight is the kick off show of my new radio show Behind the Smile with my co-host Victoria Sparkman. wbju.home.bju.edu is the link to listen over your computer (: might not work with a Mac though /:

POEM TIME
I'm sitting on a bench
I don't like learning French
Around the house of mine
I can't find Kyle Cline.
I do not know why Kyle
Is in this poem at all.
But it rhymed with "mine"
And this is spring, not fall.
I just thought that you should know
Nothing makes any sense, oh no.
The meter in this line is lame
And Francis isn't my name. Either.

modnar pants

Why hello there! *cough cough* excuse me, *couch* I'm really sorry, I just *cough, hack, wheeze!!!!*. Yup you got it, I think I'm sick, and my conversations tend to sound a lot like the previous.. GIVE ME THE VITAMINS!!! Or not, it's okay, cuz I'm gonna tough it out. I WILL LIVE ON! Yeah, I know that's what the peanut butter said but I'm legitimate this time, I promise. This blog post is going to be very whoa, when did that zit get there?! Ew. The last thing I need is some pumpkins drooling all over my shoes like they did on the last full moon. Even left stains ): Thankfully, I was able to get the DVD version of my favorite ballet. The one where Rachel McAdams gets tangled in a spider web so Johnny Travolta sings her out of the stomach of the lake octopus. I still want a bunny named Smith ): I went hiking today, totally saw a beluga whale! It was hiding under a pink leaf, and was kind enough to make me a cup of orange juice. Last time I checked orange juice wasn't green, but you know, politics these days.. I got a little upset at first when my can of Febreze caught on fire, but then I realized all good things in life aren't free. They cost 5 cats and a dirty sock of mushrooms! Did anyone notice in the first sentence I said "couch"? Bandersnatch.

Chocolate is Brown :D

VLOG

Shout outs toooooo Mandy, Tex, Daniel, Cody, Cassie and Shelby!!! Love you alll :D What do you hate or love about the gym? And finish this sentence "When I go to the gym I _________."

Gooooooogle

My internet is kinda mad at me for neglecting it all day while doing homework and is giving me the silent treatment by taking 123 years to load the results of my search topic. D: Can anybody say meh? Actually it's stronger than meh but weaker than an ugh. Megh. Mugh. Turtles? Sure, why not. With extra spice. Disturbed o.O

Sooooooo thank goodness for them search bars thought right? Love those guys! But I'm not gonna lie, Google is pretty cocky with the whole "I know what you're searching for after the first letter!!" I mean goodness. I was going to search DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME, totally not "dating websites for desperate women with low self esteem" ha! Silly Google... ^_^ I should probably stop dissing Google if I want it's cooperation soon. Still waiting -_-

This blog is going to be a little bit unusual because rather than talk about some simple life thing that's extraordinary (chocolate is brown), I'm actually going to be a complete narcissist and ramble on about myself and how life is going. Haha JUST KIDDING! Why would I ever do that? The secrets of Juliet remain to be unrevealed. I dooooo want to give you guys the opportunity to get inside my head a little bit and see what it's like to think the way I do. so give me some situations or scenarios and I will tell you how I would react. (: Also, give me a list of characters, place, and random objects, and I will write a story with those elements! It's very very fun and usually has the potential for many laughs. (: Anyone remember Yoda and Jack Sparrow in the Underwater Above the Sky Upside Down Forest? Or whatever that place was that Cleveland came up with. Pure epicness.

So onto the topic of today- actually, back to the topic of the day which would be the internet/search bars and my deteriorating relationship with both of them. Or is it just my relationship with the internet that beholds the search bar? Whatever, who's getting technical? Oh, sorry for not posting this on Sunday. I forgot ): Anyway------ does anyone ever think about how much we search for things on the internet? I know some people who would rather search Google for facebook and then click the link rather than just type in facebook.com. It's like a servant that does everything for us, and I am in love with it!!! I do hope dear Google search bar that you will forgive me for neglecting you today for the less attractive homework, but homework is very demanding and I don't have the guts to just say no! Ya know I think I made a relationship allegory in my last blog post. Sigh. This may be a problem. Anywhoozle, what's your favorite search bar?? Mine is Google <3 Yahoo just doesn't do the job.. And Bing? Who even are you?!!! If I ever get a bunny I want to name him Smith.

Chocolate is Brown

D: panic face! what's my name?

Dear readerssssssss,
 I don't know if I will ever blog the same way again. I just updated to the "new blogger interface". I feel so mod, fresh, dapper, stylish, and most definitely panicked. I can't handle change! I mean, I've accepted Facebook's low self esteem and constant need for a makeover every 12 minutes. Blogspot just threw this one on me, no foreshadowing at all. I thought we had agreed to be honest and open with one another, but apparently I was wrong. Blogspot's makeover looks nice... But it's just not the Blogspot I thought I knew. I miss the old simple and plain Blogspot. Oh well, our love can work through anything since this new commitment I have to blog every week. So far successful. (: <3

In other news, I have also been exercising regularly and eating better. I don't remember if I made a commitment to pay more attention to the news- but that happened! Yay. I honestly don't even remember my other new year's resolutions haha, so much for that! Oh yeah, spend less money- check. Still working on the other a little bit, but I will survive!

So other things on my mind... Names. I have a new photography business that I had decided on a name for, and I'm now having second thoughts. I even had some good suggestions, but nothing seems to fit quite right. And then I got to thinking, why is that? Have you ever thought about if you had a different name? I've heard plenty of people wish that they went by their middle name rather than their first, and I've also thought about that also. I was just redundant by saying also twice, it's like I repeated myself. And I did it again a second time. I'm having too much fun now. Anywayyyyyyy. There's some Shakespearian thing that's all "What's a rose but smells as sweet by any other name" (yes I KNOW that's not exactly how it goes, but I'm just using it as an example so calm down bookworm). And I gotta say, Shakespeare has a point. What if my name was Sarah? "But you don't look like a Sarah, you look like a Juliet" yeah who decides that huh?? How is it that people look like their names? They surely look quite different when they were born, and most mothers to be decide on a name before seeing their child. But somehow we "look" like our names. I think if I was born a Sarah people would be just as quick to say I didn't look like a Juliet. I blame the concept of familiarity. Names also associate thoughts so quickly, especially to those who are judgmental. When someone hears your name they immediately visual your hair, eyes, nose, etc. but also think "I like them, I don't like them, I don't know them, I'm very close to them, they act too 'this' or 'that', and their clothes are rather 'this' or 'that' and etc." Our names have so many connotations it's ridiculous, but even then changing our name wouldn't change who we are or what people think at all. Unless of course your name is Zippthorne- with two P's!

Chocolate is Brown.

mainstream....

I'm going to go ahead and apologize for writing this considering it's probably the most predictable blog post I've ever written. Yes, I am talking about New Year's Resolutions. What's that? No, it's not just a dream. It's a goal! And sadly only 12% of people are ever actually successful. So start with small specific steps such as losing a pound a week rather than just to "lose weight".

Ironically, Kim Kardashian's resolution of 2011 was to stay single the entire year of being 30. For those of you who don't know, she got married and divorced within 72 days. Welcome to the 88% of new year's losers, Kim. That leads to her 2012 resolution which is "to tone it down", which she has already begun to do by changing her Twitter background to nothing. Baby steps, baby steps. Rob Kardashian wants to start a sock line because he says he sees patterns in his head. Try seeing a doctor, Rob. Ashton Kutcher wants to be nice, Lea Michele wants to have fun, and the grouchy Simon Cowell is resolved to not make a resolution. Thanks, pessimist. Miley Cyrus says she wants to stop smoking in 2012, and she can just hand over her cigarettes to Adam Levine who is resolved to START smoking in 2012. Well played...

I'm usually not a big fan of resolutions, but decided maybe this year I could use some revision. My resolutions are as follows (and not in order of importance):
1. blog more often! let's say once a week. and you guys can hold me accountable (:
2. exercise at least 30 minutes a day
3. replace junk food with healthy alternatives
4. spend money wisely
5. be loving and caring and "there" for people, and more friendly all around
6. seek out opportunities rather than wait for them
7. number 7 is a secret
8. study harder
9. solve a 4x4 rubiks cube
10. YOU PICK, yeah just pick a resolution for me and i might try it out (:

So back to talking about the average person and their resolutions studies show that men succeed when they set goals, and women succeed when they make their resolutions public and get help from their friends. (So what else is new?) Good luck to you all in your new years resolutions (:

credit to wikipedia for stats, and huffingtonpost for celeb gossip