Just an Ol' Sweet Song.

Hello Friends,

I failed to address enemies, but intentionally so. I doubt that any enemies are reading my blog for 2 reasons:
1. I have no weaknesses. If you're reading this blog to find my weaknesses, all you're doing is killing brain cells by reading awful posts.
2. I have no enemies...

On a lighter note-
I have no shame in failing for the thousandth time to keep this blog updated. I have several pathetic excuses developed though, and most of these are fresh. In other words, they haven't been used many times, so you just might actually be stupid enough to believe a couple. Plus they're partially true... but who cares about that?

• I've been working like crazy.
• I've been spending time with friends that have been going through a lot of tough stuff.
• I forgot my password
• I just graduated
• I rediscovered my obsession with Steely Dan
• No one even reads this.............................................................

Okay so now we have my pathetic-ness established, allow me to ramble, plummeting you into an abyss of utter boredom and idiocy.














Hm. I realized I have nothing interesting to discuss with you people (or lack of people). This is kind of a first. Perhaps my brain will return from it's travels, at which time I will upload photos of it's journey. Mental photos, of course, so you won't be able to actually view them...

sucks.
to.
be.
you.


The love of your life,

Cameron Joseph Clark

Ding Dong Ditch.

AND.
I'M.
BACK.
After five months. Sheesh. Well sorry ladies and gentlemen, but I've been quite busy. Actually, not really, but I sometimes I like to pretend I have a life. It's moments like that when I take out my phone to text someone and realize there is no one to talk to. So I stalk pictures of everyone I know on facebook.

I really don't know who I'm trying to fool here. Someday I might realize that no one actually reads this blog. And if you're actually reading this post... well, I sincerely pity your sad, pitiful, dull life. You poor thing.

However, in the meantime, LET'S GET READY TO RAAAAAMBLE.

Okay so the first topic for today is just a news update about me. I have a second job now! (whoo-hoo) I now work at Beef 'O' Brady's in Peachtree City! BOOOM. Come by some time and see me and leave massive tips.

That was boring so let's move on. What do I usually talk about... POLITICS. Okay I'm so annoyed with America these days and I've given up with how STUPID you all are. Oh and by the way if you voted for Romney in the State primary, I hope you die. You're the reason America sucks and why Republicans can't fix it anymore. Because you're too dense to vote for someone who will actually change things.
GAH.

Okay now I'm in a bad mood. You're retarded. Bye. See you in another five months.

PS. I'm hopefully going to have some more short stories / creative writing on here at some point.

The Box of Chocolates

I was talking to a good friend of mine yesterday and today.

It started out as a normal "oh hi, how are you?" kind of conversation, but it escalated. We ended up talking a small bit about life, and, since I wasn't really very cheerful at the time, I said that the worst part about life just might be living.

I know that isn't true, but I was being an idiot. Don't judge.

Anyway, this friend responded with a passionate "you're wrong" by giving me some quote on the difference between living and surviving. I said I basically agreed, but in the end life is just... cold, bitter, horrible, unfair, and, at times, unbearable.

I was talking to another friend about this last week. He was telling me how he finds himself depressed too often. There's never anything to do but sleep, he said. Another thing he said was that every time he would be with friends and have a good time, he'd return home, and the depression would set in with extra impact, as if to balance out the good time he had.

I can relate. It's crazy, and it's a tough thing to deal with. I'm not going to conclude this post, by the way. This topic isn't something I can end, only you can do that for yourself. My only reason for posting this is to get your lazy brain to work. Ask yourself something: Are you happy?

My guess is that you're too busy to think about that, and even right now, some of you aren't really answering that question. Even though you've slowed down enough to hop on Blogspot and read this retarded blog by that Clark kid, you still have things to do. Your mind isn't paying attention, but maybe you're grasping what I mean now. So ask yourself again, maybe even out loud, "Am I happy?"

Crazy question, I know. I'm not trying to get you to be all depressed now, but I want you to think a little about this. Life is short, but it's beyond powerful. Do something with it, even if that something is merely improving your view on life, because that will affect the people around you, and affect your impact on people around you.

Think.

You Can Thank Me Now

Hey there!

Funny how I post so late at night. That fact makes this blog simply horrible. After all, nighttime effects your thinking. It's true! I've proven it. Many times. At night.

Awful stuff.

Anyway, how are you? You can't really answer that, because I won't hear/see you... but I figured you'd think me nice and considerate if I asked how you're feeling.

Topic of the day: Women.

I KNOW, I KNOW. This just got awkward. I think all of you know me, and you're all thinking: "Oh wow, he is going to make a complete fool of himself. He doesn't know women at all." etc. While I appreciate these pleasant and Christian thoughts, I think you're jumping to conclusions, but only a little. See, I don't deny that this is probably going to be a poorly written/ thought out post, but.... well, whatever. I'm done defending myself. Just read the stupid post, or exit. I'm just going to start a new paragraph now.

Jeez.

You know what? You made me not want to write this post anymore. Even though you haven't read it yet.

Way to go, guys. Be ashamed of yourselves! I'm off to go sulk. Alone.

And I Threw It On The Ground!

Just some boring updates in this post.

First off, scroll way down and find my post The Evidence of Love. It's a short story I wrote a couple years ago. It's probably my favorite story I've ever written, and maybe my best. In other words, I love it. As a result, I decided last night that I'm going to write another part to that story. It had a good ending, but it's... unfinished. I'm going to put a sequel together. Like The Evidence of Love, it'll be pretty short; it's not going to be some massive book. My guess is that it'll be about a page or two long. Short and sweet's the way to go, right?

I'll try to have that finished and posted by Thanksgiving. Be on the lookout.

Another thing, The Secret Life of an American Homeschooler, the blog, should be up this week. Be watching that. The link/URL is active right now, but we haven't put anything up yet. We should be able to upload the old posts, but we're not sure yet. Again, stay posted. The moment that blog is operational, I'll inform you guys here.

Lastly, I'm an adult! Well, in a legal sense, I am. 18 as of Friday, baby. I finished my Eagle Scout requirements the night before, and I got my Class C license on my birthday. Nothing can stop me now.

Well, not completely true. I'll say that if I get into USCGA. Then nothing will be able to stop me! mwahaha.

And now you see, truly, how mature I am.


Peace out, hotdogs. Keep checking the blog for more horrible posts.

The Way The Roses Smelled

A wise man once told me "life friends are the friends that stick with you through thick and thin. They're the ones you want with you when bad things happen, and you can always count on them, no matter what." That was my pastor, Pastor Bob Martz.

He's right you know, and I'm not just saying that because he's a godly teacher; I really agree with him. You all know I've had my fair share of hardcore life troubles, namely, the death of my best friend in '09. In that time, all the people who I had been pretty good friends with in choir became my really good friends. Some of them I considered like my family, and a few of them, I considered... priceless. Literally magnificent. The bond between us was tighter than anything you can imagine. It was amazing.

I'm not bragging about the great relationship I have with my friends, and I'm also not playing victim just cause my friend died a couple years ago. Bear with me, I do have an excellent point here.

Time has a habit of continuing, and in my story, that's no exception. As the sun kept rising and falling, our bond began to strain a little.
The first example of that I can think of is when I heard my mother and my best friends mom talk about how our get togethers could be called Hugfest 2009. I was beyond offended at the time, but now I see their point. We kind of got a little carried away with the hugs, but hey, it was a rough time.
As time continued, some of our parents began placing some limitations on our interaction, and thats where it hit the fan. The bond that me and my friends had made had been officially threatened and challenged by our parents, and we resisted. in vain. Again, I'm not being critical of my or my friends' parents. I'm just talking. I'll explain shortly. After we started seeing each other less frequently, and doing the whole Hugfest thing less frequently, we started to drift a lot. Our family bond returned to friendship and we resumed to take each other for granted. Of course, there's a lot of drama and emotional stuff that went into that, but long story short, nothing changed.
2.5 years later, what changed? Excellent question. I started asking myself that a little bit in the spring, and the question grew a lot. I began asking myself how I lost control over the relationships I had with a few certain people. I hopped on facebook and over the days and weeks, waited to see a particular two people on chat. Eventually did, and apologized to them, and asking how hard it would be to restore the relationship we had before. Both said we should give it a go. One meant it, one didn't. The one that did, we didnt get a long for very long. So now you ask yourself the same question, how did Cameron's friendships change at all over these last two years? Answer: sadly, they haven't much. Of all the close friends I had the summer of '09, there's one I'm completely comfortable talking with about anything. We don't talk much, but when we do, it's like we never skipped a beat. But for all the others, I still love them all to death. I'd still be willing to talk to them on the phone as they tell me their problems. I only wish that was still mutual. And here's the other thing, guys. Actions do truly speak louder that words. I can say all the right things here, but that doesn't mean anything. There's one close friend that I let down. It was awful, and I didn't really realize it til about 8 months later. I can say how much I care about that person, and I do, SO much, but that doesnt even start to repair the bridge of trust I burned.

Do you see where Im getting at? Life friends are the hardest to keep. They require a lot of time and attention, and it doesn't seem worth it, but trust me, when you're feeling lonely and there's no one to talk to about your life, those friends you blew off suddenly become reeeeeeaaaal important. Trust me.

I hope this post isn't making anyone sad. I just realize how depressing Im being, especially if you part of the whole Wyatt thing. That's not my goal at all, but this is a sobering topic. Here's my tip to you. If you have an important friend in your life, keep him/her there, even when you fight, which you will if you're close. Even when they're annoying. Always. Someday, you'll regret your decision to replace the position of "best friend" with someone who seemed more tolerable. You can't replace a faithful and loving friend. They're too precious to be traded out.

Last question: is Cameron friendless? Answer: nope. I have friends. Quite a few. Life friends? Eh, maybe 4 at the moment. Idk. I expect to gain and lose friends all throughout my life. As for just keeping in touch, that's what facebook is for. For keeping my life friends close, that's what the speed dial presets on my phone are for.

"A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity." (Proverbs 17:17 KJV)

You Will Never Break The Chain.

I have news. Exciting news. I, personally, am excited.

Let's continue that thought later. First, I want to address my negligence with this blog. Contrary to the way things appear to be, I have not forgotten to post on this blog. In fact, I think of things to post nearly every day. I simply don't have the time. Not until I'm eighteen and finished with this Eagle Scout stuff. (Speaking of which, feel free to donate money to my noble cause!) But seriously, I haven't forgotten you faithful followers, you're simply not my top priority at the moment. Sorry, but life is unfair. Become used to that fact.

Now. FOR THE NEWS. Herman Cain is in the lead!

No, that's not the news. It's true, and I'm beyond excited and happy, but that's not the news. Here we are.

Blogger Veterans: Well, not really. Just anyone who's been on here for a year:
Do you remember The Secret Life of an American Homeschooler? Prepare your minds to be blown. We're back, baby.
Well, not for certain, but probably. I'm talking to the authors and seeing how interested they are. However, the odds of that link being resurrected from the dead are very good.
Former SLAH followers: the old posts have been archived by us, so we'll probably publish them and continue like the blog was never shut down.
New SLAH followers: The Secret Life of an American Homeschooler is essentially the blog version of the notorious "Stereotypical Homeschooler" video on YouTube. In other words, we mock ourselves, and other homeschool students, by fitting perfectly into the stereotype, and posting from that point of view.

Want a sneak peak? Too bad. Keep checking here and I'll post as to whether or not the blog is returning. Despite the outcome of this possibility, I already feel like John Belushi in Blues Brothers. We're getting the band back together. Well, the authors. But, hey, who cares anyway...

You guys totally need to check it out. We used to have about well over fifty readers, and we only had the blog originally for what, a couple months? I can't remember, but it wasn't long. Anyway, the blog was a success for a reason. It was amazing. Sorry for bragging, but I have the right to be arrogant. My internet job is to write about how I'm better than you. or, it was. and may be again.

--End rant.--

--New rant--

This is the part of the post were you get bored, just so you know. It's probably a good idea to just exit now.

Recently, I've had a major issue in my life. I don't mean an issue as in a moral sin or anything, it wasn't an action by anyone, it was just a really really powerful thought in my mind. It was driving me insane, because I wanted to act on it, but didn't think it was worth it, but unfortunately, I couldn't make this idea leave my head. It was like a woodpecker who won't leave until that hole is massive. Long story short, I acted on it, and it was flung back in my face embarrassingly. Moral of the story, don't be stupid, people. When people say 'follow your dreams', that's great and all, but I feel like it's a little bit retarded, unless you're insecure and self conscious. If not, please don't follow your dreams, plan them, and then set plan B. Chances are, you're not going to be found on your YouTube page by Justin Timberlake and Usher and suddenly become the number one artist in the world, so don't plan on it. Sure, never say never is an awesome thought, but just because you hope for your dream to come true, doesn't mean it will. You might die really upset that you never get live out a particular dream, but don't dwell on that. Go do things you know you can do. Be happy you have a job. That's the first step towards a dream, because dreams cost a lot of money.

Do I make sense anymore? No, I know. Sorry about that. My point is only this: Don't allow yourself to be disappointed when your optimistic dreams are shown to be rooted in nothing more than a hope you've manufactured in your late night thinking time. Invest into your thought before you let it become a hope, and analyze it before you let yourself elevate it to a dream. Disappointment is... disappointing.