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| I hate when people say "scared to death" of something. If you were actually scared to death, you wouldn't be alive because to know that something is scary, you would have had to experience it therefore you would be dead if you were "scared to death" of it.
Anyway, school is good. Mrs. Holloway bitched at me for "doodling" again. And I already lost my psych. book. I am so ready to graduate. you have no idea. I missed a bunch of scholarship deadlines today. It's not good. But oh well. Yeah, it's been so long since I updated, I don't know what to say. I got some new hair last week. It's pretty sweet. That's pretty much it. I'm also giving up spending money for Lent. Even though I don't celebrate it or anything, it's just something to do for myself. yes I am selfish. | | |
| Hello. I'm glad I can count on everyone for some measley comments every now and then.. weenies..
So All-East... I don't remember any of it. Except the mess. Everything was so f-ing messy. I don't know why. I didn't realize who our director was until the concert when he told us. He probably told us before but I probably wasn't paying attention. This guy behind me was really f-ing loud and really hot. But then I went to do his homework for him during a break and it was Algebra 2, so then I found out he was a sophomore.. damn. I'm going to hell. And the one that sat next to him was cool to. Boys are so easier to talk to than girls. Girls are bitches. Peter, I really did try talking to some chicks in my band, but they were all mean. And that's no good. So, I guess I'll just have to deal with you thinking I'm a whore. I mean, "that girl Chris used to talk to who's a whore now." That's my middle name.
Chocolate Lucky Charms are basically the greatest food ever.
Edit: I finally got that picture to work. Me raping Peter! | | |
| I bet you're thinking, "it's about damn time, Cassy." Cause that's what I was thinking.
Speaking of thinking. It's starting to kill me lately. I don't know what I want and I really need to tell someone about it, but when I just want to vent, they just ask too many questions. Man I really don't like xanga anymore. I guess you could tell from my lack of posts. A lot has happened. Christy is pregnant. A lot has not happened too. I have not filled anything out for scholarships. I have not finished FAFSA. I get $20.17 back for my income tax. For the past 3 days, I've been training Crystal at work. one of the bands came off my braces and now I have a huge gash in my mouth.
But anyway I got in trouble in Econ. the other day for coloring a picture. It was a good picture too. It said "Death will bring us back to God, just like the setting sun." Mrs. Holiway was all "Cassy, this is not the place for coloring, Ms. Headrick's class is right across the hallway if you want to color." (ms. headrick is the art teacher...) Anyway, she makes you write in all caps, which I already do anyway, but I sort of connect my letters sometimes and apparently that is the incorrect way to "PPPrint."
So here I am.. updating xanga.
And here I am being done. | | |
| I think the reason for the result of my audition yesterday was that I was too cocky about it. I mean I think my try out went really really good. I do believe that damn scales thing messed everyone up. I really hope there are other people I know in white band other than Kyle... cause he's just weird. But oh well, at least I'll be on a first part. It seems like I'm always second best. Like that song that goes "you're only second best..." yeah.
So yesterday was really really weird. I do not want to go to work today.
Anyway, I think I am done.
Me leve as estralas.
Chaio. | | |
| You're beautiful it's true.
God I love this song.
So Mr. Koopman is the greatest teacher ever. I made an 84 on my government exam and he bumped it up to an 85 so I could have an A for the semester. He's so generous.
Last night was the greatest night of my life.
The sky never looked as incredible as it did last night. For the first time in my life, I saw a shooting star. It was beautiful.
So I just stretched. It felt good. Real good.
I wish I had a screwdriver.
I wish I had a boyfriend, sort of. Kind of, you know.
I have a spinach cal zone. Oh yummmm.
Chaio. | | |
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