<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539659786612248757</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:49:09.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>the world according to me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403623533899388611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539659786612248757.post-8831330559065843717</id><published>2010-07-23T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:35:07.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend</title><content type='html'>i love you shardy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539659786612248757-8831330559065843717?l=claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8831330559065843717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539659786612248757&amp;postID=8831330559065843717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/8831330559065843717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/8831330559065843717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-friend.html' title='my friend'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403623533899388611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539659786612248757.post-1317634252577133885</id><published>2010-05-13T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:19:18.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i sing for nobody but i rap for u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/S-x5nA1_qCI/AAAAAAAAADg/TIIDXa3SVsk/s1600/71110917_9ceb4c3e6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470881358496639010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/S-x5nA1_qCI/AAAAAAAAADg/TIIDXa3SVsk/s320/71110917_9ceb4c3e6a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yo this goes out to jessica rae parker...who doesn't give a rats ass about me not having any class...but i'll tell you one thing, this girls gonna make me sing, in the shower with that flower i turn myself over to her in an hour, cuz you know i gotta hit that, quit that, then right back at that...tragically? maybe but listen take a second and just remember me...cuz in a minute, i don't care whose wit it, ya'll be signing my name on yo' bank roll cuz u know i dont smoke dat bowl i just get dat paypa foo. all in a days work i make dis possible so that ya'll can act like you relatable when really you're just tryna get in myyy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE U J SHOUT OUT TO DA HOMIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539659786612248757-1317634252577133885?l=claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1317634252577133885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539659786612248757&amp;postID=1317634252577133885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/1317634252577133885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/1317634252577133885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-rap-fo-nobody-but-sing-for-you.html' title='i sing for nobody but i rap for u'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403623533899388611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/S-x5nA1_qCI/AAAAAAAAADg/TIIDXa3SVsk/s72-c/71110917_9ceb4c3e6a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539659786612248757.post-8632987426577157345</id><published>2008-01-14T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T10:28:51.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Confusion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155323384712271410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R4tjTegKFjI/AAAAAAAAABc/3Aw4Yp03lbY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;it's possible that throughout my life i've always been told what direction to go in. but now that it's finally my turn to make a decision, i'm totally lost. i am a fourth year college student that still can't answer the question, "so what do you want to do after graduation?" i have absolutely no idea. sometimes i don't even know what i'm doing here. if someone asked me, "what do you enjoy?" i wouldn't give "public relations" as my answer, so why is that my major? well, i can't do numbers and science doesn't make sence, leaving my options quite minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like writing. i'm not sure what about, but i know i like it. writing has been one thing that comes easily to me. i'm not gifted, but i can do it. is that why i like it? i dunno, i hope not. i don't think anyone should ever spend their life doing something just because they can do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other day my mom asked me if i was sure i didn't want to be a writer. the answer: no, i'm not sure (surprise). i'm not sure i want to be writing press releases for a majority of my career. i'm not sure i would enjoy writing business memos to people that wouldn't read them. i'm also not sure i want to write speeches for people that don't care what they say. i'm not sure at all about what i want to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so until someone tells me what to do and where to go, in the mean time i guess i'll be practicing my math. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539659786612248757-8632987426577157345?l=claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8632987426577157345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539659786612248757&amp;postID=8632987426577157345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/8632987426577157345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/8632987426577157345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/major-confusion.html' title='Major Confusion...'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403623533899388611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R4tjTegKFjI/AAAAAAAAABc/3Aw4Yp03lbY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539659786612248757.post-2863460856764856286</id><published>2008-01-14T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:46:26.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162548707310726034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R6UOsmroa5I/AAAAAAAAABs/nAlhMo_Z-2I/s320/23344965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i know it's been said millions of times before, but again i have to ask, what is it with today's celebrities? are they really as pathetic and unintelligent as they seem on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and in magazines? i can't even begin to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fathom&lt;/span&gt; what goes on inside the heads of these people as they rationalize their own idiotic behavior. actually, it's pathetic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; even writing about this or concerning myself with the topic at all, but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; not to admit that this annoying part of our society has sucked me in to its gossip sites and weekly tabloids. from what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; heard, this used to be a world of beautiful Audrey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hepburn's&lt;/span&gt; that little girls could look up to. it's sad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; that today we're given the ugly results of abuse and dumb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;. in a place where multi millionaire, untalented screw ups are making our evening news on a regular basis, it's hard to imagine what it'd be like to be blissfully unaware that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;britney&lt;/span&gt; spears failed another drug test and lost custody of her kids. but nah, this is our entertainment...this crap is actually happening to the lives of these people and we get to watch them live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once the rehab centers shut their doors, all the pills are popped and the paparazzi go home is when we'll probably stop caring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539659786612248757-2863460856764856286?l=claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2863460856764856286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539659786612248757&amp;postID=2863460856764856286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/2863460856764856286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/2863460856764856286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/celebrity-rehab.html' title='Celebrity Rehab'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403623533899388611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R6UOsmroa5I/AAAAAAAAABs/nAlhMo_Z-2I/s72-c/23344965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539659786612248757.post-7228143661071935566</id><published>2008-01-13T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:44:19.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day at the movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155132898617726466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R4q2DugKFgI/AAAAAAAAABE/YpytgYTag_k/s320/movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i just got home from seeing a movie with my roomates. now that i'm sitting here, reflecting on how many hours of homework i have ahead of me, i'm thinking the movie wasn't such a good idea. but despite that, is the movie i just saw a piece of writing? is any movie a piece of writing? the first day of class we discussed what constitutes as forms of writing...what's the difference between an award winning novel and a webpage address? they both consist of letters, punctuation, words. so does a film. it starts out with a script; words that get read, then memorized, then acted and eventually produced into something that shows the words coming to life. it's debatable because the final product of a movie doesn't seem like it should be considered a piece of writing, yet at the very beginning, that's exactly what it was. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so to answer my own question, well, i guess i already did. the chick flick i just watched definatly wasn't Shakespeare, but it was still formed the same way. at the very beginning, that's exactly what it was, a piece of writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539659786612248757-7228143661071935566?l=claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7228143661071935566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539659786612248757&amp;postID=7228143661071935566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/7228143661071935566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/7228143661071935566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-got-home-from-seeing-movie-with.html' title='a day at the movies'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403623533899388611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R4q2DugKFgI/AAAAAAAAABE/YpytgYTag_k/s72-c/movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539659786612248757.post-4373283401394622461</id><published>2008-01-13T02:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:10:40.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving while dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R4npPOgKFfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/48uEaw4MqfY/s1600-h/car+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154907696302527986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R4npPOgKFfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/48uEaw4MqfY/s320/car+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;once i had a conversation with a man that told me to write down my dreams. he said they were shortcuts to what we can't figure out in life. i never took his advice because it seemed like too much work. when i wake up in the morning, usually the first thing i want to do doesn't involve writing down a bunch of stuff that never happened. however, i thought about what he said and decided to do a little research on a reoccuring dream i seem to have just about every week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately i've had some horrible dreams of being in a car that doens't have any breaks. i'm always in this car that runs into things going extremely fast. apparently, this type of dream denotes your ambition, your drive and your ability to navigate from one stage of your life to another. overall, this dream symbol is an indication of your dependence and degree of control you have on your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539659786612248757-4373283401394622461?l=claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4373283401394622461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539659786612248757&amp;postID=4373283401394622461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/4373283401394622461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/4373283401394622461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/once-i-had-conversation-with-man-that.html' title='driving while dreaming'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403623533899388611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R4npPOgKFfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/48uEaw4MqfY/s72-c/car+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7539659786612248757.post-1446024930617234821</id><published>2008-01-12T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:57:41.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast food frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154880324475950562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R4nQV-gKFeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hQVRAhHR5h4/s320/mcds+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;today i woke up with the strongest craving for McDonald's french fries and a Big Mac. as soon as i arrived at the d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ivine&lt;/span&gt; golden arches it was 10:40 am. i quickly spit out my order to the woman on the other end of the speaker. her reply: "we're not serving lunch for another 20 minutes." how could i forget. any avid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; customer knows breakfast is served until 10:30 on weekdays and 11:00 on weekends. i could either wait for a Big Mac or order something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;breakfasty&lt;/span&gt;. naturally, my hunger wasn't providing me with any patience so i decided a hash brown and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; melt would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things come to those who wait. but i hate waiting. and that's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7539659786612248757-1446024930617234821?l=claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1446024930617234821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7539659786612248757&amp;postID=1446024930617234821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/1446024930617234821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7539659786612248757/posts/default/1446024930617234821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claire-clairescorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-in-life.html' title='fast food frustration...'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13403623533899388611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Be378iwXP2E/R4nQV-gKFeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hQVRAhHR5h4/s72-c/mcds+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
