This is Where I Speak

HOLY CRAP! I had no idea that ANYONE would EVER marry Adam Savage (from MythBusters)! He is so weird, I mean I guess that's not a bad thing, but he is weird in an almost bad way. Oh well, I love MythBusters either way.
If you have sex with a werewolf, would you change into a werewolf? Oh, Supernatural, the things you make me thinkg about. It's enough to make my brain break.
"It's spring, when natura traditionally gets it on."
Spring break is almost here. A week of relaxation at the family cabin. Just me and one other person. Thaaaaank goodness.
I haven't worn any makeup for the past few days. It doesn't matter. I don't wear much make anyway, and no one ever notices when I don't, in fact psople usually say I look nice that day. Lying bastards.
The bois on the Daily Show (With Jon Stewart) and Stephen Colbert really turn me on . . . I hate Carlos Mencia. Did you know that he's mostly German and only like a sixteenth Hispanic.
"It's perfectly fine to be a happy individual."
Hasta la tootles,
Casey OO?
-s-e-v-e-n-d-a-y-s/omigosh!-

I feel like I'm dying . . . I'm so worn out from everything. I'm resisting the urge to do things that I know I will regret. Sewing is a nice outlet, but it's no helping. I'm just getting frustrated. Ergh . . . Naruto is annoying in English.
I should have done my homework a long time ago, but I didn't, because I have pretty much given up on everything in my life. At first I thought I had a reason not to write the paper because nothing was working and the guy it was about was boring as hell, but it turns out that Ben Jonson is freakin' awesome! Go ahead, look him up! He's fantastic!
I should start doing people favors online. I should run a site where I'll do people's homework for them. I'd just give everyone a guarantee that they might not get an A. They should probably be happy with a B. And I'll only do it if I feel like it. So, it wouldn't work in the end, but I would do it for free if I was in the mood. I do these kind of things for my friends anyway.
I think I may be wearing myself too think. When the weekend comes I just crash. I sleep until two in the afternoon and go to sleep at nine (pm).
The work bed is so cool. Because it looks like a bed from the side. The "b" and "d" are the head and foot boardds, and the "e" is a mattress!
I wanted to dye my hair, but the hair dy has disappeared. I'll try tomorrow.
I have this friend, I call him Bambi, which isn't all that unusual for me because I call Sajaya (on American Idol) Bambi too. Bambi is a good nick name. It sticks to whoever you call it. Almost everyone I know calls my friend Bambi and almost everyone I know calls Sanjaya Bambi because I told them that's what I call them. Anyway, Bambi (my friend, Bambi) and I are pretty good friends. I love him, not like I would ever go out with him because that's just gross, but I still love him because he's a really good friend of mine. The problem is people seem to think that I can't have a friend that is a boy, that we have to be more than friends. Not the case. See, it doesn't bug me that people think we're more than friends, I've gotten used to it. What really gets me pissed, is that the people who are more persistent about it are people who call themselves my friends. They don't just talk about it in front of Bambi and me, but they also talk about it over the phone. What a waste of a conversation! I kind of hate it. One of them has been insulting me for a while. Half of the time it's an accident, but that doesn't really make it any better for me. And she wonders why I don't hang out with her anymore?
"How much ground can a groundhog hog if a groundhog is ground up!?"
Hasta la tootles,
Casey OO?
-maskedpinatas-unicornsintheirgraves-

I'm failing classes. Something like this would have bugged me just last week because I'm a perfectionist. Now, I have accepted that God does not want me to pass my last year of high school. I'm not being pessimistic. I have two papers that I have to write, due tomorrow. Number one, it requires online research. Number two, it was already mostly completed, but I was going to print it up tonight. The computer that it's saved on, and the one that will connect to the internet will not boot up. My life is not usually so horrible, but now it is.
It's annoying. for a long time, about three, possibly four months, no guys liked me. Now, within a day, three guys have told me that they LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE me. What the hell is wrong with people these days!? I don't care how they feel! I'm glad that they like me, but I don't want three people, two of whom have girlfriends to tell me that they love me and want to be with me. What kind of slut do they think I am??? I would never let them cheat on their girlfriends for me. Then when I said that, one of them replied, "You're a really nice and loyal person, aren't you?" NO! I'm a normal person. You're an ass. Any sensible person would respond the way I did. One girl said that one of the guys had been wanting to get me into bed for months. What am I to them? This is freakin' annoying! I am kinda horny though . . .
I was watching American Idol. I never watch American Idol because it's really stupid. Anyway, one guy, I believe his name is Chris, sang a song by my personal . . . I'm not sure what I should call him, but I have a big crush on him, Jason Mraz. Geek in the Pink is one of the best songs and in my opinion, Jason has one of the best voices ever, the only person who might have had a better voice was Freddy Mercury. Anyway, first of all the band completely butchered the song, and then he began to sing. HORRIBLE! He got some of the words wrong! AND he just didn't sound good! And to add insult to injury (for Jason anyway) Randy said he sounded better than the original! maybe Randy was deaf??? I don't know, I hated that. It made me sooooooooooooo mad!!!
"1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war, 5, 6, 7, 8, with this hand I masturbate."
Hasta la tootles,
Casey OO?
-happilyeverafterbelowthewaist-

The last post was actually written on the second of February I think.
Occasionally I will post something about wishing my life was over. This is one of those posts. Why should I end my life? Because I'm never going to make it anywhere in my life. I screw up far too often, and freak out when I need to make things right. I'm surprised I've made it this far in my life. My only regret would be not seeing what I could be . . . although, I would probably regret not getting to see how my death affected different people. How would my mother react? Would my father care? Would Josh notice? Would Sky think I was total crazy? Would I be hated? would I be remembered? Honored? It wouldn't matter because I'd be dead, but it would be interesting . . .
The water that I'm treading in is so deep. I'm trying to keep my head above it, but I'm failing. I'm drowning. I'll delete my entries before I commit suicide. They won't read my thoughts.
"Live free or die. Give blood. They wouldn't take ours."
"I only keep myself this sick in the head 'cause I know how it gets you (off)."
Fall Out Boy put out a great new CD. I was afraid it would sound like Panic! At the Disco, due to rumors, but only parts of it sound a tiny bit similar, but not enough so to actually make me think about PATD while listening to their CD, which was actually my only worry. I like to focus on the band that I'm listening to.
"In the crowd of pain, St. Jimmy comes up without any shame. He says 'We're fucked up.' But we're not the same, and Mom and Dad are the ones you can blame."
My ipod is working, but I'm having trouble transferring files. I can't get the right mp3s on or off my ipod programs. So, it's more like my itunes program is acting up.
Going to a FOB concert so I'll have to put off my suicide plans until after May 7th.
"You know that I'm toxic."
I respect Britney Spears more now that she has shaved her head. She finally doesn't care what people think about her. Her life should be a little easier now. Not much, but a little perhaps.
"Sing it Again, Rookie Biatch!"
Hasta la tootles,
Casey OO?
-listentotheband-

Open Your Eyes for Yourself"

I went to formal. I didn't dance with my date, but I did dance with four other people. Only three of them were boys. When I first got there I just stood with Sarah and waited for everyone to arrive (I forgot my top hat -_-) and that REALLY bugged me!). I still got my picture taken with Meg and Lane (not with Kameron, strangely enough). I did have fun, and the drinks were really good! ^-^ Well, anyway, my dress ripped at one point. Thank God. I seriously didn't give a damn. I was pretty much just . . . ho hum throughout the entire affair. When people went out onto the dance floor (Eddie and Chris [both boys] were the first to dance, I only got one horrid picture of them! I was too far away to get a decent one) I reluctantly followed, but didn't dance until about the third song, and that was against my will. One moment I was saying that I didn't dance, the next I was in the middle of the dance floor with a guy. Not just any guy. The PRINCIPAL! It was so hilarious! I couldn't stop laughing! I'm not sure if he understood why I kept laughing so much. I could also hear Meg, Heidi, madison and Sarah all laughing their asses off. Although, the only distinct words that I heard were "Why didn't you give me the camera!?" In truth, the only reason why I didn't give Meg my camera was because the principal had grabbed me too quickly. I would have loved to see the look on my face while I was dancing with him, just because he got kinda . . . handsy. O.O His hand was actually touching my bare back, and my dress didn't go THAT low. He wasn't trying to be a pervert. He just knew what he was doing. Then I hung out with some people while the announced the princess, prince, kings and queens. This is where my school becomes so horrible. They only choose the really preppy, friendly girls to run for that kind of thing. I mean they get to choose who runs, not the students. Not that I would actually want that. I would decline it if I did win, but I'm sure that there are other girls who aren't preps that would want it. And I talked with anyone who would talk to me, and then I danced "wildly" with Sarah. I pretty much just jumped around like a rabid monkey. I tried to convince Ty (one of my exes) to dance, because he hadn't danced all night! Even I had danced! He wouldn't be persuaded, so instead I danced with a kid whose name I believe is Kyle??? Neither of us knew how to dance and I kept muttering "One. Two," under my breath the entire time. We just wanted to make Ty jealous so that he might dance. Or at least Kyle did, he thought that Ty still liked me . . . I really don't, but Ty ended up dancing with me anyway. Everyone was so happy that he finally danced with someone. I gladly took all of the praise even though Mr. Hayes (the principal) truly deserved it. I went home early because I wanted to eat pizza and cake. I think that toward the end Kyle began to think that I liked him. Boys always seem to think that I'm flirting with them, but I sear that I don't. It's a horrible thing for them to think. I have high standards, for the most part I think that they're cute, but not THAT cute.
I remember a few year back, I read a parody. It was . . . strange. I remember thinking before picking it up "maybe I'm not mature enough for this material yet." As I read the book I realized how right I had truly been . . . it was only after finshing "Barry Trodder and the Unauthorized Parody" that I looked at the back and saw this warning: "If you are wondering if this book is too adult for you, than it probably is." I reread the book a while later and now I love. the point of this story is not desensitization, although that would be the easier way out. The real explanation is that absurd things always stick out in the mind. Even three years after reading that book for the first time, I could still recite several lines from it because they were so strange. A few days back, one of my friends complained that no one will remember her. She is neither absurd or explicit. Therefore, no one will remember her. Do something out of the ordinary. People will recognize you for it. People may mock you for being different, but you can still mock them for being the same.
Why are there about fifty thousand award shows a year for actors? They are already held up on a pedestal all year 'round. Why must we worship them anymore? and why honor them for something that everyone can do? Anyone can act. If you can lie, you can act. It's a simple fact. Don't love them for something that you can do yourself. I understand directors annd special effect guys, script writers, etcetera for their achievements, because that actually takes talent, but acting? No. Comedians deserve awards more than Brad Pitt or Cameron Diaz. If you want to see real talent, you should watch "Comedy Central Presents . . ." (ignore Sarah Silverman).
Yeah, I hate society.
"I've got a time machine at home. It only goes forward at regular speed. It's essentially a cardboard box with the word 'time machine' written in sharpie."
Hasta la tootles,
Casey OO?
-iLOVEdemetrimartin-