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x. name = Cassie.
x. birthday = April 28th (same as Korey. We rock).
x. age = Fifteen.
x. piercings = My tummyhole, and one hole in each ear. I want more.
x. tattoos = None. I want some, though.
x. height = Five feet, seven inches. I've shrunken. Blah. Is shrunken a word?
x. shoe size = Nine and a half.
x. hair color = Strwbryblnde.
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I asked Josh to go with me to the Bright Eyes concert on the fifth of October. And he might. He just might. And if he does, it'll help me understand a few things a lot more clearly.

Gahhhh. I feel great. Great doesn't even desribe it. I feel like a million dollars. Josh came over while I was in the shower. My mom came and told me he was here. I think she wants me and him to be together almost as much as I do. She loves that kid. Haha. Anyway. He came over. And I went in Cody's room, which is where he was, and it was like he ( Read more... )

Ihatetoday. I am so incredibly sick of hearing about the planes. About the terrorists. About the millions that died. I'm. Sick. Of. It. Maybe that sounds selfish. Maybe I am selfish for just wanting today to be over because all the talk about it, all the flags on the shirts, everything, just bothers me. Maybe I am. But I can't help it. It's over. ( Read more... )

Okay, let me try that again. I'm in the computer lab with my Creative Writing class. We're looking for poems for that portfolio thing. I'm actually supposed to be illistrating mine, but I don't know any good pictures to use, or anything. And I can't draw. So ... I don't know ( Read more... )

Aha, I'm at school. Aha! :)

For creative writing, I have to get twenty-five poems by other people (famous or not) for a portfolio type thing. If anyone knows of any good poems, by someone famous or not, let me know. Or, if you have poems you wrote that you like, and you don't mind that I use them, feel free to give 'em to me. You'll get credit and everything. Thnx. I only ( Read more... )

Hecameover,hecameover,hecameover! EEEEEE. I think he's coming back over tomorrow night. Geez. I'm like a twelve year old girl who's friend of a friend of a friend just told her that Joe-Bob said that Timmy likes her ( Read more... )

Why is it that I can put on as much makeup as all those other pretty girls, and never feel as pretty as them? And they seem happy. I get jealous sometimes.

A WOMAN'S RANDOM THOUGHTS1) If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it will always be yours. If it doesn't come back, it was never yours to begin with. But, if it just sits in your living room, messes up your stuff, eats your food, uses your telephone, takes your money, and doesn't appear to realize that you had set it free ... you ( Read more... )