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May. 1st, 2005 @ 04:10 pm Always the bridesmaid....
Current Mood: chipperchipper
Dear Jaime,
So how about that wedding this weekend huh? It was awesome. It may be the best one I have ever gone to. It was great to see everyone...blah blah blah.

Highlights:
Crank was beautiful.
So was Jason.
The dance off between your boo, Farr, Tony, and Pelf-hell-a-funny
Drinking for almost 12 hours straight.
Trampoline.
Ribs.
Nancy (or is it Dancy).

Nice to see ya. See you on the 14th for what may be the best birthday party ever (be honest).

Cheers,
Clay
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Apr. 13th, 2005 @ 09:47 am Almost done
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: 23-Jimmy Eat World
Dear Jaime,

Wow, it's been a while, no? Well, things are going great here for me. And by great, I mean everything is harder and there is more work to do, but it's almost over. In about 3 weeks I will have completed my first year of grad school, physically unscathed, but not emotionally so.

I must say its been a challenge. There have been times when I have doubted my abilities, but all of my teachers and peers seem to think I'm doing fine. I must admit I like it more now than I did when I started. Things, little facts about all this stuff we are learning, are starting to sick in. I'm getting more wrinkles in my brain.

Outside of school, things have been going just as well. Spring Break was fun, though not everything went as planned. I had a good time, merely because I got to spend time with my friends. Thats really all it takes for me, to be with the people I love and who love me back.

Then, a couple of weekends ago now, I went to downtown Franklin, drank, and watched UNC make it to the NCAA championship game. It was amazing. The energy in the streets was so heavy that everything felt like it was buzzing. People were hugging strangers and chatting victory chants, struggling to move their drunken tongues. They lit the streets on fire, Jaime, and I stayed out that night until we lost an hour of our night when the time changed.

Then UNC won the championship game. I saw it on TV. Amazing.

Finally, I would like to say that I had lots of fun at your formal last weekend. It means a lot to me that you would invite me when your real boo was out of town. I must say he missed a good time. You looked beautiful, and I wasn't to shabby myself. It was a good time. Thanks.


Well, its my day off, and I have work I need to get done, so I'm gonna run.

Cheers,
Clay
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Mar. 3rd, 2005 @ 03:53 pm So over it.
Current Mood: optimisticoptimistic
Dear Jaime,

I'm so over grad school. Why is it that teachers feel the need to make you jump through hoops. Like we don't have other things to worry about? Most of us have 40hrs a week of practicum, plus 14 hours of class...yada yada. I hate teachers with stuff to prove.

Annnnd, now I'm ready for spring break '05. We need to come up with a name for it. I was thinking "Coke and Whore Bash 2005" but we would just say "CWB '05." How about saying Two--Double O--Five. That could be sweet too.

Or we could ditch the Coke and Whore theme. It's so 1980's. We need something more modern. Something that says "Hey, we're hip, we can have fun...but not too much fun because we're young adults."

The "Cage Fighters in Training Tour." I like it. It speaks to me.

Any ideas (I'm pretty much set on the Cage Fighter one)

Laters,
Clay
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Feb. 26th, 2005 @ 08:02 pm It was bad when she stuck it in my mouth, but worse in the nose.
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
Dear Jaime,

It all sounded like a good idea at first. Free trip to Atlanta. Free conference. Free room and board. But they didn't tell me what was going to happen.

Don't get me wrong. I knew that things were going to be stuck in places where they should not be stuck. But it sounded like a good experience, as most of life's lessons usually do.

This weekend I went to Atlanta for a conference on videostroposcopies. To explain if without getting to technical, a videostroposcopy is a tiny cammara that is attached either to the end of either a medal rod about as wide as a small Sharpie marker and place in your mouth to about your uvula (ridgid type), or to the end of a smaaaaallll wire that is thin enough to be placed through your nose and down past your nasal cavity(flex type). Both are used to take pictures of your larynx. Neither hurt when done correctly.

The trip to Atlanta was long. 6 hours by car. But it was fine. Barron, Sam, and Amy, other speech majors from UNC, all came along as well. The time didn't really fly by, but it could have been worse.

The first day we were introduced to those who would be "practicing" on all of us. The group was an eclectic mix of MDs and SLPs from all over the nation, most with some experience in this field.

However, some had no experience. They are now my enemies.

I'll discuss one lady in particular. She sucked. There is really no other way to say it. She ravaged the inside of nose, forgetting at times that I was a person. Finally, once she got my vocal cords in view of the cammara, she asked me to sing Mary had a Little Lamb. F*ck her. This is not American Idol. I was not asked to do this because they wanted a show. She sucked. It hurt.

Everyone else, however, was fine. Sure there were a few people who made me gag a little bit, but it was nothing to severe. In fact, after a while, I got sort of used to it in the nose, but never in the mouth. I gaged everytime. I took it as further proof that I'm not gay. Hell, it was less than 3 inches.

Also worth noting, the last night there, at dinner some one important made a cheesy joke. Thinking it was funny, but clearly cheesy, I made the "buh buh buhbuhhhhh" sound, you know like in the old TV shows when the Beeve drops an egg on the floor. wow. not cool. I was shot a look that would kill the Pope (What? To soon?).

All and all, a good weekend was had. I might be a little sore tomorrow, but I had fun. Except for that one lady. F*ck her.

clay (again to tired to spell check)
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Feb. 13th, 2005 @ 12:53 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: Frou Frou--Let Go
Dear Jaime,

I've always been interested in religion, and not just on a personal level. I really find it all fascinating. It's never something that I have had completely figured out for myself, so, I explore different aspects of it, all on my quest to find that man who, it seems, is always lost--Jesus.

Ever since I was a kid, I've heard the phrase "finding Jesus." Maybe you've heard it? It comes in a variety of forms like "finding Christ," "finding faith," and "Finding Neverland." Ok, so that last one has nothing to do with it. But it was a great movie.

I digress. The reason I bring this up is because I heard it used many times today when I went to visit a church with some friends of mine here in Chapel Hill. I was expecting a sermon...I was wrong. It was, errr, different, to say the least.

How can I describe it....?

There was interpretive dance. There. I said it.

Needless to say, I wanted to laugh. But we were in the front row, so I had to bite my tongue. Literally. It's just that...that it was one of the funniest things I've ever seen.

Not to be mean of course. Kudos to the girls who danced. More power to 'em. You go girl. I couldn't have done it. I'm waaaayyy to worried about what other people think of me to do what they did.

So, here's my thing. Why do they do it? Has no one in their life ever told them, "Listen, sweetheart. It's great that you love to dance, but maybe...Maybe you should take up salsa dancing. Or stripping. I mean damn, you just look silly."

It just seems like the Christian thing to do, bringing them back into reality that is.

Man that crap was funny. Even now I look back and giggle just a little bit.

Sincerely,
Clay "Driving the bus to Hell" Hadden

P.S.--Thanks for the V-day card. I like that its homemade. It means that it has a little more thought put into it (or that you're broke).
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Jan. 31st, 2005 @ 03:06 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: Friend of the Devil-Counting Crows
Entry one.

Dear Jaime,

Thanks for the letter. It really means a lot to me that you think enough to write me. A lot of thought and time goes into letters, and well, I find it almost quaint. Which is a good thing. People don't write letters nearly enough.

In response to your question, things here are great. The practicum sight I am at this semester is fan-frickn'-tastic. My adviser is the most open minded and understanding lady that I've yet to meet in this, my chosen field. And guess what? I have clients of my own. Two that I see on my own, but more are to come. All of the kids call me Mr. Hadden (I begged for Mr. Clay, but the environment here is so structured that it would break with the norm already established in the school). It makes me feel like my father, but at the same time gives me a since of authority.

Enough about me.How are you and Rob? Is he still hairy? I hope so.

Seriously, I miss you guys as much or more as you say you miss me. Probably more. On a scale of one to ten, I'm gonna go with a 9.75. Sorry, I miss mom more. I'll be coming down soon for homecoming weekend. I can't wait. It will be a much deserved break if you ask me. I might ask if I can stay with you, but only if Rob and his roommates haven't turned on their heat yet. It was cold as hell last time. Not even the alcohol helped me sleep.

Right. So, I'm going to head out now. I've got some stuff I need to read before class. It really feels like that's all I do now-a-days. Read. I never had to read in undergrad, but now if I don't, I'm fuc....er, screwed. I'm trying to keep this clean, in case you show it to any kids or religious figures.

Out like a belly button.

Your baby's godfather,
Clay
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Jan. 30th, 2005 @ 03:20 pm Mainly for my friends.
Current Mood: contentcontent
Current Music: President of What-Death Cab for Cutie
I know. I've always said that Live Journal's cause more harm than good. I still believe...somewhat. They're bad if you talk about people, relationships, etc. But if you just use it to keep your friends updated about you, then you should be good to go. That's what I'm hoping for. I decided to do this because my friend Jaime (holla) sends me letters quite frequently in the mail. I'm horrible about writing back (never have done it) but I do feel like I should keep in touch. So this is my way. There are some things that I would like to address now about the future content of my journal. 1) I will try my hardest to never get to personal. I would rather you guys read this for entertainment than for gossip. 2) I will never talk about people using their real names if it is negative in anyway. Unless of course if they're famous, for example, Paris Hilton should be banished to an island, like on LOST. 3) I won't get to introspective. They're are people out there with problems a lot worse than anything I could dream of. Don't feel sorry for me. Hopefully this will work. I'm still very skeptical about this thing...We'll see how it goes though.
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