planet claire.

I quit photo-blogging.
It's extremely time consuming and time is not something I have a surplus of.
[LOL. I'm just lazy. I have plenty photos and the photoshop actions make the process take 5 minutes total ...]

I'll get around to changing my header soon ... or not. Who knows, with my work ethic these days?
Creative Writing = hate hate hate.
Nikon D60 = love love love.
Flickr > most shit
me = beyond confused individual.

Some mornings I wake up and hate my face.
Some mornings I wake up and think I'm boring looking.
Most mornings I wake up and wish I didn't.

america's 'best' dance crew.

GOP Dance was eliminated for a reason. They lacked ingenuity and entertainment. Their entire performance was a BORE and the portion where they broke off and did their own cultural dance was cheesy. It felt like watching a cheap mariachi band.



Ringmasters. Original? Yes. Entertaining? Somewhat. Dancers? Not exactly. Maybe I'm naive, but I fail to see how two guys contorting their bodies and the rest of the crew performing mediocre choreography made the top 10. Seriously, now. Unfortunately, Little Mother's teary eyed shout out to them will probably guarantee them a spot next week. BOOOOOOOOOO.



Box Cuttaz; Loved their performance! It wasn't anything spectacular, but I thought it was clever how most of their dance moves were focused on highlighting the girl. Overall, they'll need to step up their choreography if they wish to stay, but for this week: it was good enough.



Strikers All Stars; Get the fuck outta here! Stepping, SERIOUSLY!??!?! whut.



Beat Freaks; While their performance was entertaining, the team overall wasn't memorable. I can't quite remember anything special about them besides the fact that they're an all girl team and their 'style' of dance incorporates b-boying/girling.



Dynamic Edition; LOL. LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE. They're one of the few crews on the show who don't focus specifically upon 'hip hop dancing' and are extremely talented nonetheless. I wasn't expecting clog dancing at all, and I almost expected them to embarass themselves. It was surprisingly well done! I don't really expect them to go far in the competition though. America wants to see plain, boring ass hip hop dancing



Quest Crew; At first glance, they look like douches. After watching their mini-biography and their performance though, I'm rather fond of Quest crew.



Team Millennia; Booooo. They were a great team when they competed season 2. This season, they returned with a seriously contrived 'rocker' mentality that completely depletes their dancing ability. Most of their choreography focused on putting up the 'rock out' fingers and pretending that legs were guitars. Grow the fuck up. Just because you try the first time and don't succeed does not mean that you try again with an image you can't keep up.



Fly Khicks; I do not enjoy you. Gtfo.

why is my reflection someone I don't know?

a: Khloe, you're not really close to anyone. You know that if anything serious happened, you'd have very few places to go. And all would cry, but none would care.
b: Stop talking to me.
a: Oh please. You can't ignore it. It's always in the back of your mind. Always has been.
b: I'm not close to people for a reason.
a: Is it a legitamite reason, though? Or do you just not want people close enough to see what you really are?
b: And what am I?
a: Your greatest fear is that you're exactly what you think you are, so you tell me.
b: I'm only worried that I'll never be a normally 'functioning' individual, and I'll always tell you everything.
a: You have people to tell other than me.
b: Yes, and then they have people to tell.
a: Everyone isn't like that.
b: I'd rather not find out who is and who isn't.

STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF

we dance, we sing, we steal things.

The years spanned 2006 - 2007.
The majority of my friends and I were just freshman/sophomores.


We went to icebreakers, and dance with the people who mattered (at the time).


We made the typical `06 faces.


We met cool kids, who were the first ever to have monroes.


We went to football games, and laughed at the players' mothers.


We made stupid faces, and let our younger siblings play in our makeup.


We made our friends over and said they looked great ... even though they looked the exact same as before.


We were overweight with chubby little faces and bad hair - but we posed anyway.


We paid attention to Mrs. Mays in Spanish, before she was Ms. Mays/Jennifer. Lol, okay ... we never really paid attention.


We sat in front of kids in Algebra, who we were dying to be friends with.


We posed with people we hadn't met before.


And we all looked just a little odd.

going on.

I woke up a little cranky.


And within two hours (or so), we were on the way to Grand Rapids!


We went to the mall, which ended up being a highly unsuccessful plan. Then, we put on our 'digs' and headed downtown to watch the ball drop...


... which sucked DICK.


Then we headed to Anna's apartment, where she was hosting a party. We arrived late though, and there was no alcohol to be found - BUT PLENTY OF DRUNK PEOPLE. One of whom kept rambling on about how cool Dexter was ... despite seeing him twice. And then he drank half a bottle of whiskey (or tequila). I don't know if he made it, lol. So we headed back 'home' a little early. You'll have to excuse the censor block in the photo - Dexter was being inappropriate.


We woke up the next day. Su-prize, su-prize.
Dexter pretended to be a Rastafarian and made music -


- whilst I sat back and did absolutely nothing.






Isn't he cute!??!?





After a shower and some buttsex (joke) we were on the way back home. BOOOOOOOO




The Dixon family still has their tree up! :D


Daniel has a Nerf gun that is SOOO FUN TO PLAY WITH.

-insert sleep + next day-


We headed to Somerset mall so Dexter could return some shtuff and could pick up his check. He introduced me to his coworker Brandy, whom I luff so very much. She reminds me of a happy little squirrel that DOES NOT terrify me!


LOL. URBAN SELLS FUNNY BOOKS.
Dexter claims that this is probably what Liza thinks. Psh.




Scariest flock of fucking birds ever.

And I leave you with a cute photo of Liza!

:)