Version 5 : Cassie Steele

September 17, 2005

Myspace...

I have decided that Blogdrive sucks and myspace kicks ass. so if you wanna keep up wiv meh, please go here:
www.myspace.com/mentallydamaged

ttyl!
kim

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September 2, 2005

Rambles, and if you hate me go away.

Mood: Cuttworthy.

Everybody hates me. Tis true. You are probably reading this, laughing saying "God! What an idoit!" as in... you hate me to. Lets all just take a big shit on me. God... I swear. Some people really know how to make a person feel awful! I had this one ass hole call my fat and geuss what? He's WAY fatter than me!

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August 28, 2005

BORED!!!!!! HELP ME!

Mood: So Bored... Can't breathe... [ok i can]

I'm so bored. What shal I do!? I might go make a banner. or find some internet games. I want pizza i might go fix some. Some one send me an AIM! all my friends are off! i need a cool background ic for here... but i aint gots one. I guess i'll go make banners. OHHHHHHH I should check my mail! i haven't in a few days! YAY! O btw people. if you ever want a banner, e-mail me. My banner making skills have gotten better.

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August 27, 2005

New Layout... and Rambles

Mood: Cassie Steele Kicks Ass

Ok New Layout. I Cassie Styled it! -pfft!-
So Football game friday. Here's what happened:

TONS happened
1st, I was sitting on the hill, and this dude came up to me and sat down. he said "Hey wasup?" i was like "sup?" then he said "I'm good at nipple rubbing" and he lifted up his shirt, licked his finger and started rubbing his nipple, while licking his lips.... i was like "WTF!?" he said "I just like messing with little freshmen" we didn't tell him that we weren't... cuz that woulda ruin it all.

Then this dude threw a football at my back. i got all made stoll the football made him say sorry. then later we were sitting at this picnic table and he came over and sat with us. he was like "what's your name?" katie said cassie, ashley said... i don't remember i think she said ashley... i said nothing. then he asked what school we go to. I said Madras which is NOT the school we go to... that's like WAY on the other side of the county and he said "do you know travis?" I was like "yea blonde hair?" then katie said "no black hair" then he said "yea! he goes to skate palace all the time?" [place where you can skate] then i was like "Ohhh! yea I kno him!" dude i am such a good liar.He called us his "cool cats" the whole game, which btw we didn't even watch. but we did win the game 42 to 28

there are 2 sides to the stadium on the homeside. and they are hills. to your leftis where all the preps go to talk, but not last night cuz that where we stayed. then on the right is where they play foot ball and jackpot [do yall know what that is?] well I had told my friends about camron and ethan [dudes in 5th period] and they were over there. they were trying to get me to go over there to play jackpot. I told them No that they were over there. but the friend i was having issues with would rather her have fun then me get completely exposed and hurt. b/c SHE comes first. the whole night, we had to listen to HER. but you now me, rebel against anything and everything. cuz we were so sweaty, so ash and katie followed me and sat with me b/c we didnt wanna be sweaty.

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August 17, 2005

Oh my fucking God. I hate School.

Yall Be ready for a super long post.

God yall. I had such a horrible dream. Gosh. It was bad.
Ok so that dream I was talkin about. I was in class with my favorite teacher, and some dude stole my bookbag and i was trying to get it back, so b-rad [the teacher her name's ms. bradley but we call her b-rad]took my bookbag and so i went to grab it from her but she wouldnt give it, so i think i said something like "God damn it... **** YOU!" or something REALLY bad, and i ran into the potty and cut my arms SO much it was insane, like there was blood everywhere. b-rad came in and was like "can i talk to you" and I said "I don't wanna talk to you" and she was like "FINE!" she walked in the next stall next to the one I was in and stood on the potty and looked over the stall and I had my sleves up and she saw them, and I was like "things are bad at home ok?" and she was like "FINE!" and called my bro to pick me up. and he was SO nice. which I think if he found out about my cutting, and if he had to come pick me up, and if he knew what happened he probably would be all protective and stuff.

I also had a dream with her in it a while back, I yelled at her, and cried b/c i didn't mean to... it was insane too But I only get dreams about cutting when I haven't cutting in a while, but if i start again they go away.

Me and my friend are planning like partys through-out the year. Hopefully our parents will let us have them!!!!

Gosh I was watching Brat Camp the other day, and I could relate to alot of them. I was just hoping that I wouldn't become like them. [If you've never watched the show they take kids that have problems in their lifes- drinking, drugs, cutting, sex, abuse, ect.-and take them on this 40 day hike. Some take more days to straighten out like 60, 90, sometimes even 100 days!]

So. School started back. here's pretty much everyday.
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On the bus after we dropped of the elementry kids, someone farted. Yes, farted. This freshman was like "OK! WHO DID IT!? WHO FARTED!?" And he liked asked everyone on the bus [there was about 10 of us] and omg it was so funny. Then insted of her going to the middle school first, she went to the high school. they have this really bad bump and when you go over it you are like jumping 3 feet in the air. and this one dude had his head on the window when we went over it and he was yelling "OWWWWWW" it was funny. so the guys in the back thought this a wonderful oppertunaty to have some fun. so the next bump wasnt that big but they jumped and well it disnt work. so they thought that the rest of the bumps went gonna be that big, so when we got on the bus that took us to the middle school, and they were still standing wheb she went over the same first bump and haha the feel over it was SO funny. then we where like SUPER late to get to homeroom... so w/e

um lets see. my damn pre algebra teacher is a hard ass. i hate her. she gives us SO much work to do. ugh. like 3 pages each day, and notes and quizzes. if i wanted to have work like i was in high school i'd pay attention in school... but i don't SO STOP WITH THE WORK!

eh...5th period i pretty much wanna kill them all -twitch- there are so many perverts in that class it aint funny. i'm like 1 of 5 girls in that class and theres at least 30 people in there. i'm in the "basic" science aka the retards are in there. i'm starting to wish I had payed attention last year in science.
i love my 6th period, it's awesome

7th period rocks too. there are SO MANY funny people in there. it was sooo funny i'd repeat some of the things they say, but it's kinda bad.
this year they let us sit where ever we want at lunch. last year we just had to feel up the sits that were open. welllllll they also give us 15min after lunch to go outside and run around. well i was walkin outside, acting all cool [trying to be funny] and you kno what? I trip and fall. omg it was so funny. i was so clumbsy today.

So that's about my whole day!

Ok so... today. UGH yesterday. grrrrr... 5th freaking period... I HATE IT!
Ok first lemme tell you how we sit.
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ok so the dude that was sitting next to me [RANDOMLY] asks "why do you always wear that jacket on like the hottest days?" i said "why does it matter?" then he asks "why do you wear all black?" i said "I'm not wera ing all black" [i was wearing red shirt blue jeans black jacket] then the dude across from me goes "she's emo" i'm like "I'm not emo" then the dude next to me says "then you're goth" me says "if i was goth i'd have ALL black clothes and black hair." then about 5 min later he asks "why are your nails black" So I just ignored him.
THEN today:
Come 5th period I'm sitting there and the dude that sits next to me is like just staring at me. I mean like he's got an issue or something. [I had my head resting on my hand, and the sleve of my jacket was down a little and retarded me let one of my scars show, go figure.] Anyways, he said "Can I see your" And I was like thinking "OH GOD OH GOD!" then he said hand. So I showed him my hand. Showed him the front, then the back, then the front again, and he was like "ok". WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? I'm SOOOOOOOOO scared to go tomorrow it's not even funny. It's like he's asking me these questions b/c he knows. he freaking knows. I mean tomorrow i'm gonna be acti ng all weird b/c i'll be waiting for him to ask me that. so... he'll be all like "can i see your arm?" I KNOW i'm gonna start crying or freaking out... or something..... and I'M NOT the person that crys in school. I've only cried once when i was in pre-k b/c we got in a wreak at the school [a bus pulled out and hit us.... i was scared] Damn I almost cried today when he asked me that!

God that's been all that's happened since last post. later gaters

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