Once upon a blog

Dorkfest

2007-03-20T16:46:00.000-07:00

I'm not dead. I'm still not dead. I'm just extremely busy.

As of right now, I just got back from dorkfest (aka science fair) because Adrienne and I made it to the next round in St Andrews, and next week we made it to finals in St John. ALL THE WAY TO ST JOHN. I don't even know If I can handle it. What a road trip.

Okay, so we go, all dressed in our science fair t-shirts and there are like mega genious kids there. The two guys that were beside us were like concinved that they made a hover craft, but it like..refused to fly and it was secretly just a vaccum taped to a surfboard. (I swear.) And then there was a guy in a tux who walked around mummbling under his breath for 2 hours about what he was going to say to the judges, and his project was like on all this jumbled "x=5xfj574nf" ... crazyness. And of course he's going to finals with us, and he's going to whip our GM butts.

That's all I can write for now. I'm not dead, and i'm pumped for creation.

EXTREMELY deep ravines

2007-02-06T13:26:00.000-08:00

Alrighty, so my ravines have been especially deep the past two days.

You see, yesterday, I was a little stressed out. So my friend Adrienne said, "If you put orange peelings in your bath water, it relaxes you. I do it all the time."
So, I did. And guess what? IT DIDNT RELAX ME. In fact, leave it to Cassidy to have an allergic reaction!!! I'm laying there, thinking, 'wow this isnt relaxing in the least,'. Sigh. My life is so tragic.

Then today, i'm innocently sitting at my computer talking on msn when my gram bursts in screaming, "FLU FIRE! FLU FIRE!" So Cassidy's like, great. She signs off by saying "My house is on fire, i'll talk to you later."
I go out into the kitchen, my gram stands starring at the phone screaming "WHATS THE NUMBER FOR 911?!" So I dial it, and feel special. And she screams on the phone for a bit while jumping up and down, and I just stand there starring at the wall. It was great. Fire department came, ambulance came, ha, it was lovely.

Anyways, the smell of smoke is killing my brain cells, ta ta.

Back

2007-02-01T16:22:00.000-08:00

Annnnd i'm back by popular request.
Quite frankly, i'm tired of the constant nagging and begging for me to post. (Just kidding) Although I rather like the attention. More importantly, I didn't see a single person get down on their knees and kiss my feet however, so I'm not really sure just how much you wanted this.
ANYWAYS, a lot has been going on in my life lately, like the fact that I have gym class now, first thing every morning, every single day until June. So today, our first day of class, I come all cool in my gym clothes, thinking we're going to play a fun game or something. First things first, we have a direct 10 minute run, 80 million pushups and 56 thousand crunches to do. Keep in mind that I haven't done any kind of hardcore physical exercise since last year, so my life was flasing before my eyes as I ran around in that circle for ten minutes. Everything I held dear to my heart was popping into my brain, wondering if I was going to make it past the seconds of torture our teacher was putting us through. Once I survived however, I almost died again. If you were to see me do a pushup, you would probably pee your pants laughing, and I mean really. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO A PUSHUP! Ack, so, herre I was, dying and exhausted after gym class. Your lucky I even survived to post.

Then, yesterday in English, I don't know how I survived. We had a small print, 16 page story to read for homework. It was the worst story I have ever had to endure in my whole 15.5 year old life. It was called "to build a fire" and every single paragraph in the 16 pages read "It was cold. Yeah, it was pretty cold. The man thought it was a little chilly. It was 75 below zero. He was thinking about how cold it was. It snowed, and the snow was pretty cold. His dog was pretty cold. He built a fire but it was still pretty cold. Yeah, his hands we're kinda frost bitten. His toes were cold. I think it was kind of cold out. It was past 50 below zero. It was a cold winter. ETC." And by the end of it, I was banging my head against my desk wondering what was wrong with publishing companies. **Sigh**.

Anyways, that's all for now. Peace my faithful readers.

Twas the night

2006-12-17T18:59:00.000-08:00

Twas the night before Christmas, and Santa was dead.
The elves were distressed, "KEEP IT QUIET!" they said.

"I'm sorry I killed him." Rudolph did cry.
"My nose didn't mean to put out his eye!"

"There is no use crying, over things that are gone,"
Said a small little elf. "It's time to move on."

So they dug a large hole, right there in the snow.
And figured Mrs Claus would not have to know.

That night at dinner, an elf said while eating pork,
"Mrs Claus, he has left you, and moved to New York.

Where the people are tall, and woman are 'smoking'
And you can't even leave your house without choking!" (pollution..)

Mrs Claus starting balling, and threw up on the elves.
They jumped up and ran, in spite of themselves.

They moved to Hawaii, where the whether is hot,
and poor Mrs Claus lives alone and forgot.

And so this year on Christmas, giving presents galore,
Is Rosie O Donald. I'm locking my door.

Wow.

2006-12-15T11:44:00.000-08:00

Short post going on here, but I'll post more later. I've been a little to obsessed with a certain song to focus on writing blog posts! Hense forth, EVERYONE NEEDS TO DOWNLOAD IT. RIGHT NOW, AND COMMENT ON IT.

Download Tarzan and Jane by Aqua. Its masterful, and it will grow on you.

Also, i'm babysitting for Steph tonight, so I imagine there will be a great post tomorrow.

EVERYONE GO TO THE CHRISTMAS CONCERT!

The Magic Of Volleyball...

2006-12-08T17:33:00.000-08:00

In case you were wondering, I haven't been posting for a little bit because my COMPUTER is getting fixed. But here is a short post about the magic of volleyball. *Clears throat*

Once upon a time, I decided to go to volleyball. Last night to be exact. And I
m terrible at volleyball, by the way. So I go in, and I see all kinds of scary paramedics, Scottie, Kirk, Tim, Scott, etc. But mostly scary paramedics in brightly colored shirts.
Anyways, so I serve it, BAM, goes right up and through the rafters and onto the other side. Thats pretty much the only good serve I did. Other than that I screamed everytime a ball came near me (and i'm not sure why Kirk would laugh EVERY SINGLE TIME.) Then, the time I actually tried to hit it, I just caught it. And once again, Kirk Perry fell onto the floor engaged in a fit of laughter at my helpless attempt to be a good volleyball player.
*Sigh.* Perhaps I will never just be athletically inclined. Other than that it was fun...except for the fact that everyone was pretty much pro except me. I think Kim Rayner and Stephypoo should go next time...:)

Worst Song Lyrics

2006-11-29T17:42:00.000-08:00

These song lyrics have been clinically tested by moi. I have come to the conclusion that they suck, to put it frankly. Now I shall share them with you.
(In no order!)

1. "Another postcard from chimpanzees! And every one is addressed to me!"
-Barenaked Ladies.
First of all, who names their band the Barenaked Ladies? I wish they would just go clothe themselves and change their name to, "WE DEGRADE PEOPLE OF THE FEMALE STATURE." They are probably my least favorite band on the face of the planet. And honestly, who writes songs about chimpanzees?

2. "My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps."
-Black Eyes Peas
Fergie bud, you can say the words "MY HUMPS" 400 more times and it's not going to make it any more appealing. This has got to be the least flattering description for the female anatomy in the history of existance.

3. "If you wanna by my lover, you gotta get with my friends."
-The infamous Spice Girls
Well, this is one thing most guys will never here a girl say. I get the whole, girl power save the trees nonsense, but "if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends?!"

4. "Girls dont like boys. Girls like cars and money! Girls will laugh at boys when they're not funny!"
-Good Charlotte
This has got to be the most terrible rhymed lyric on the face of the planet. First it calls us lesbians, then Good Charlotte can't find a rhyme for money...it sounds like this was written by a ten year old confused-about-his-sexuality kid who wants to believe the whole world feels his pain. Sigh.

5. "This CRAP is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!"
-Gwen Stefani.
Wow. This is like a bad cheer gone tragically wrong. Its a cheerocracy.

Things You Should Know About Cassidy.

2006-11-17T12:00:00.000-08:00

While sitting in a ditch one day, I decided I would share these ever so lovely facts with you all. **Clears throat** This may help you in the "getting to know the wonderous Cassidy better" process.

1. Elmo watches me while I sleep. Look out my window, he'll be there.
2. I poke badgers with spoons.
3. I'm really glad they found Nemo.
4. (**Sings to the tune of milkshake**) My pokemon bring all the nerds to the yard, and they're like, you wanna trade cards?
5. If you live to be one hundred, I want to be one hundred minus a day so I don't have to live without you.
6. I want a taco. You know who can't have a taco? Mr dressup. Because hes dead.
7. You can take my picture by the pool, because im the next big thing.
8. I understand that scissors can beat paper. And i get how rock beats scissors, but theres no way that paper can beat rock! Paper is suppose to magically wrap itself around the rock leaving it immobile?! Then why the heck cant paper do this to scissors??! In fact, screw scissors. Why cant paper do this to people?! Why aren't sheets of college-ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students while they attempt to write notes in class?! I'll tell you why! Because paper cant beat anybody! A rock could tear that crap up in about 2 seconds. When I play 'rock paper scissors' i always choose rock.Then, when someone claims they've beaten me with their paper, i punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, "Oh crap! i'm sorry! I thought your paper would protect you!" ...

Booster 2006

2006-11-05T15:10:00.000-08:00

Well, i'm back. I know, I know, you've all missed me. Your just lucky that i'm back in one piece. Oh, wait, have you heard the story yet? Why don't you call Kim Rayner's insurance company and ask them what happened?!?!
I'll tell you the story. Perhaps you've already heard it, but Kim can stretch the true a little bit so i'll tell it the right way.
So we're driving along to a church service. Kim driving, me in shotgun, Allyson, Ashlee, Tiffinee, Shelrae and Bailey in back. Kim stops to buy us donuts. All is well in the Ford. Cassidy is helplessly eating her hunny glazed masterpiece, when Kim says, "Hmm...I seem to have lost my way. Where do I go children?" Being the nice teenagers that they were, Tiffinee and Ashlee try and lead Kim into the right direction by screaming "TURN HERE!" very loudly in her ear. So she quickly plows into this road, when another scream comes, even louder. "CAR! CAR! CAR!"
BAM! BOOM! GURGLE! Kim plows into the front of another car. I crack my head off the dash, blood is flying everywhere, all over the leather enterior. The driver of the car is a disgruntled teenage father. Yes, yes he had a baby in the car. The baby by the time had flown out on the road, and the helpless, shaking father ran out to save him while Kim laughed in his face. (No, im just kidding...actually the baby didn't even cry...it was eating a cracker. And I never bled, or cracked my beautiful head off of the dash.) Anyways, this poor teenage father exchanges insurance numbers with Kim, (there was like, no damage...dont really see the point....perhaps he will sue her for all she's worth and then she will come down off the hill and socialize with the townsfolk...) So there we were. Helpless teenagers, a wreckless driver, a teenage father who rushed home to tell his 15 year old wife, and a cracker eating baby.
AND THEN, after Kim mames his vehicle, she has the nerve to ask him for directions to the church! TO THE CHURCH! Goodness gracious me.
Thank God the accident wasn't serious however. I did really want to bang my head off of the dash though, but I didn't...i'll get over it suppose. All in good time.

I have but one more story, and then I shall be quiet. **Clears troat**

So i'm sitting at the cafeteria with the infamous Tim Branscombe, Kim Rayner, and others that I can't remember. This guy comes over who had handed us a survey earlier to collect them, and he starts talking about how I don't look like im 15. After he walked away, Tim looked at me and said, "in otherwards, he's hitting on you." This guy was like, in his twenties, so Tim strictly told me to stay away from him...haha. Anyways, later that night at the hockey game, one in the morning, FREEZING cold, we're leaving. And who is driving the vehicle parked beside us?!?! MY LOVER! So he rolls down his window and has a great convo with me for a while in the freezing cold, and proposes we will have a great meeting in the cafeteria the next day.
When the next day came around, Tim assigned me a body gaurd (thank you Kerrin Green), covered my face with my jacket, my hood, a bandanna, etc. So if you see Tim Branscombe, please ask him about my 40 year old husband. AHAAHA.

Halloween

2006-11-01T13:06:00.000-08:00

Its raining out. About 6:30. We head on down to 'Gangsta Ville,' aka Seal Cove. We're driving along, Tiffinee says, "tell me if you see a house you want to stop at."
So, all of a sudden, down a desserted lane in the middle of no where, Adrienne and I scream, "THERE!" And point to a run down old white house with a car in the yard and one single light on. (A lot of houses in this part of Gangsta Ville are kind of ...gangster.)
We knock on the door. Its our first house so we have our empty trick-or-treat bags over our heads to keep the rain from soaking our nicely curled hair. We hear someone yell from inside, but we don't know what they are saying. We look in, and theres a little old lady standing there, well, walking I guess at about -11111111222 miles an hour. We knock again, and we hear a yell. She's about another half of a centimeter closer to us than 10 minutes previous. Im thinking, I must show God's love to this old annoying lady on Halloween.
We're watching her, and about 10 minutes later she's finally up to the door. She is shining a massive flashlight and saying, "WHO IS IT?!"
Tiffinee yells back as nicely as possible, "TRICK-OR-TREATERS!"
Then, the lady shuts off the flashlight, and in a whisper just loud enough for us to hear says, "Are you girls?" That is pure proof that Seal Cove is gansta town. It was clear that this old lady thought she was going to be harmed by men on this Halloween night.
We reply with a delayed yes, and she opens the door a crack, flashlight still in hand, and motions for us to come in. We walk in, and she says "HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I WAS HOME?!" Well lady...your cars in the yard, your light was on, and its Halloween.
She then proceeds to ask us everything about ourselves. Who we are, who are parents/grandparents are (she still doesnt know us after we tell her by the way) if we're cold, blah blah blah.
We finally get to leave and as we do, we wish her a happy Halloween, and she replies with "Halloween ISNT happy for me."
So, that took up like half an hour of our Halloween night...and I really hope the lady didn't get attacked by gangster men. Goodness gracious.

I Miss You Sis.

2006-10-17T15:26:00.000-07:00

I think its time for me to finally open up to the world. Kim, i know that this is hard for you, but I think that its time people really knew the truth. So i'll start at the start. The very start.

On August 20th, 1991, Cassidy Ingersoll was born. 1.7 seconds later, Molly-Mae was born from the same mother. Not identical twins, but still amazing, the sisters grew up loving eachother and never fighting. They were the best of friends.
By the age of 8, Molly Mae had already grown prettier than Kim, and jealousy struck the family. Kim just couldnt accept the fact that someone in the world was prettier than her. So she began to ignore Molly-Mae. She just shut Molly out of her life. For 2 years she didn't utter a single word to Molly-Mae. At family picnics, she would purposely set the table, leaving out a chair and a plate.
"Kim," Cassidy said to her one day. "You can't ignore Molly forever."
Kim replied, "Molly who?" And strutted away.
On Molly's 10th birthday, she and Cassidy were outside in the yard hunting for muskrats. When suddenly, Molly Mae shot out onto the road like a streak of lighting and was brutely ran over by a dairy truck.
"I don't know what possessed her to do such a thing," Cassidy sobbed. "I strongly believe it was Kim who caused her to commit such a selfish act."

And here we are, 5 years later. You may notice that you NEVER hear Kim Rayner talking about Molly-Mae. Because I do believe that she knows deep down in her heart that it was her who led Molly-Mae to death.

I miss you sis.

Love?

2006-10-06T11:47:00.000-07:00

Today, I'm feeling emo. Well, most everyday I feel emo. And i think today my blog entry is going to go in a different direction. (Ps. the votes for the last post will be calculated once I get a few more.)

We all know what the bible says about love. Love is patient, love is kind, etc. One of the many dictionary definitions of love states love is a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
I believe that everybodies definition of love is different. Heres mine.

Love is when you miss someone before they even leave. When you see them everytime you close your eyes. Love is when everytime you hear their name it makes you the happiest person in the world. Its when you love it when they smile, and you love it even more when they smile at you. Love is when you need them, when you can't think straight, and when you'd simply move the stars for them. Love is admiring, understanding and unreplacable. Love, is love.

Or perhaps a freindship love? I know that I personally have lost a lot of friends in my life...various reasons im sure. I know they weren't all my fault, but theres just things I wish I could tell each and every one of them, and things that I myself need to learn.

A friend is someone who is always there for you, whether they want to be or not. A friend loves you no matter what you do or what you've done. A friends shouldn't judge you, or preach at you, but should listen and hug. A friend should always be the shoulder you want to cry on. A friend shouldn't be scared to tell you anything, or take their anger out on you. A friend should have the highest expectations of you possible. A friend should make you laugh, and share your laughter. A friend should be your tree climbing buddy, your puddly hopping companion, and your late night phonecall. A friend should be the closure that you needed, and the goodbye you'll never say.
To bad I could never be a perfect friend, huh? To bad none of us are perfect friends.

Anyways, sorry for this massively long post, lol, just being my usual emo self...just thought i'd share it with all of you. Probably no one even read this because it was so long, but hey. It felt good to get it out there. Peace out, I love you guys!!

Vote

2006-09-29T14:43:00.000-07:00

I came to a crossroads in my life and couldnt think of something masterful to post about. Lots of things are going on in my life, but hey. So I just decided that I would give you guys a couple of days to vote on which excuse you like the best. These are actual excuses that parents wrote to teachers... ... a little odd if you ask me. Vote!

1. My son is under a doctor's care and should not take P.E. today. Please execute him.

2. Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick, and I had her shot. (THIS ONE TAKES MY VOTE.)

3. Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.

4. Please excuse Tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea, and his boots leak.

5. Please excuse Jimmy for being. It was his father's fault.

6. Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the Sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it Monday, we thought it was Sunday.

7. Please excuse Mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.

A NEW POST!

2006-09-21T19:07:00.000-07:00

I apologize for I realize that I haven't posted in about 3483752375827593758 million years. I've been slack on EVERYTHING lately. Friends, school, blogging, my great letters to Kirk, everything.
I'm living at Kims for the time being, as in like the last 3 or 4 days. I love Kim, lol, really I do.
I really miss Saul and Cohen. But I got to see them today at the school, so it was great. I saved Saul from committing suicide..he was going to dive off of a railing, and he invited me to come along by saying, "Come' on Tassy!" So I did. And I saved him.
Anyways, everything random is happening to me. I AM LEARNING HOW TO PLAY THE SCIENTIST BY COLDPLAY ON THE PIANO, AND DANCE OF THE SUGAR PLUM FAIRIES! WOOT WOOT! This is been a random non exciting post. I miss Kirk. I miss Scott. Even though he is still here Heidi has stolen him from us. Oh Heidi.

The Mud Hill Excursion

2006-09-01T12:21:00.001-07:00

Today, I babysat Cohen and Saul. Roger came home for lunch and brought us pizza, and while he was getting it, Saul decided he would throw a plate and break it in half. Cohen grabbed the plate, sat there looking at it; mortified, and quietly repeated to herself, "I loved that plate. It was just so beautiful. I really loved that plate." All I could do in Cohens time of need was laugh.
Then, after dinner we decided to that we would go on a great excursion to the LOVELY beach with the LOVELY path and the LOVELY mud hill that is impossible to get down. Cohens goes at the hill full force, slides all the way down on her butt like she was on a sled. It was masterful. But the real adventure was coming back UP the hill once we were done. Poor little Saul was lagging behind, talking to a twig and falling over because he was so tired. Yet he insisted that I carry him instead of getting in the wagon. So here I am, carrying Saul and pulling a wagon. Then we get to the hill. Well, Cohen heads up first and grabs the handle of the wagon, while I push from behind and Saul waits on the ground. All of a sudden the wagon comes full force towards my face and knocks me down the hill. I am now so covered in mud its unbelievable. So we try again, this time it knocks me and Saul down off the hill, but we regain strength and finally get the wagon up.
The next task was to get Saul safely up the hill. I'm sitting here in the mud, crying and laughing so hard while saying, "SAUL, take my hand!" And hes saying, "OKAY TASSY! OKAY!" He tries to reach...and falls down the hill. So Cohen has the brilliant idea to grab a stick...so we tried to lure him with a stick. It finally worked, we were up the hill, all filthy and covered in dirt, mud and bugs. And then, when we get back home Roger says "I was going to tell you there was another path..."

Muskrat Adventure

2006-08-25T10:29:00.000-07:00

The creature I fear most in this world, more than bears, more than mountain lions, more than yellow bellied ant eating squirrel munchers, is MUSKRATS. I can just never escape them. While walking down my field I have nearly stepped on one twice, and i've had numerous dreams where muskrats chase and bite me. Actually one dream I had, I was running through this terribly grassy field and the muskrat was coming for me! Gaining on me! AH! So I jumped on this fence and then he sat at the bottom and waited for me, but he started talking. And he just kept talking and talking and talking. I don't even know what he was talking about, he just kept going. And then this really ugly but kind of cute cat came and whispered something in my ear, and then she attacked the muskrat and killed him so I could go home.
I really didn't need to tell you that, but hey. ANYWAYS, back to my story. Last night we were running through the field at about 11:30 looking for Tiffinee's cell phone which she had dropped. I was so scared because I thought at any moment a muskrat could come out and eat me alive. So when she found her cell phone, I tore out of the field running as fast as I could, arms flapping, screaming "MUSKRAT MUSKRAT MUSKRAT!"
Turns out that I didn't get eaten afterall. But it makes for a good time. Anyways, if you have any terrible muskrat stories...please let me know. Spank you. Much Love.

Yes, Yes I Peed Myself.

2006-08-19T10:10:00.000-07:00

So last night was my birthday party, and I got thinking this morning while looking over my lovely gifts (thank you guys!) that a lot of things revolved around me peeing my pants.
For instance, Scottie gave me a tube of diaper rash cream. Tiffinee gave me a massive package of diapers, and Kirk wrote me a song (which I love and adore,) and one of the lines clearly states, "she's looking for romance, and pees her own pants."
Word gets around fast huh?
Anyways, I'm off to a wedding, but thanks guys for the awesome gifts (Stephanie and Kim, i'll be sure to stay young and wear my 'Fan Of Kim' hat. Thanks.)
ps. I completely got a cell phone.

PARTY

2006-08-17T11:05:00.000-07:00

The 18th, Friday, 7:30 till whenever. Be there. I'll post afterwards...lots of preperations.

2006-08-14T15:31:00.000-07:00

Let me just start by saying that my computer randomly decided to be nasty to me and quit working for a bit, so i'm sorry if this post is a bit delayed.
My birthday party is on friday night, and i would like to point out that I expect you all to be there. At Tiffinee's at 7:30 till ...whenever.
Yesterday we spent 100 bucks on decorations and candy, and today 50 more dollars. Thats not including all the lovely food we still have to buy. Be there, or i'll seriously cry.
Anyways, i'll post later, my mind is quite blank indeed.

I Did It!

2006-08-10T09:30:00.000-07:00

Heyyyyy, its been a few days since i've posted. I've been extremely busy being emo, so you know how it is. I've recovered from the fact that Stephanie almost called me ugly, because she fixed it.
Last night we went repelling. I went extremely excited, but once I got there and look over the cliffs I said, "No, I'm not going to do it. Its to high, and i'm terrified of heights." I mean, in Ottawa we were like 10 feet off the ground and I had to be taken down with a ladder kicking and screaming, so theres no way I was going to do this. I prayed about it, and I watched a few other people go down crying at first and then loving it, so I got all geared up after Chris told me he would take me. (For the record, I do believe I was the only person that didn't repel down the wall with Timmy B. I love him though.) I knew I had to conquer my fears and step up...or fall down. So as Tim was gearing me up he calmy says "I'm going to give you a chest harness because your so skinny, and you could flip." Thanks for the comfort Tim. Thats just what I need to hear before I fly down a rock wall.
Right when I was on the edge of the cliff I say "I'm going to pee myself!" And I hear shouts of "Again?" haha, everyone just mocks me. And for those of you who don't know, yes, yes I peed myself. Jayme seemed to think it was awesome:P
So, I ended up going down the wall with Chris, I didn't cry, I didn't pee my pants, but I did sing Hands Down by Dashboard as a tribute to Scott Ingalls who couldn't be there while I was floating in the air. :) Yay Cassidy!

Falling On My UGLY Face

2006-08-05T13:21:00.000-07:00

My self-esteem was recently crushed. I was helping Kim make my grandmother a nice birthday present on Stephanies computer, which involved baby pictures. After looking at both mine and Kims, Stephanie says something like "Its like you and Kim switched! Kim was an ugly baby, and now she's pretty. And you were a cute baby, and now your..." And my heart sank. I AM TO HIDEOUS TO CONTINUE WRITING!

Falling On My Face

2006-08-04T07:52:00.000-07:00

So Cassidy's in the rotary festival! Dancing. As clutsy as I am, I give you permission to laugh. Especially when I dance along side Kim, Tiffinee, Tina and Jessica. Sometimes I just want to fall flat on my face in the mud and give up. Luckily I have semi large flags that I can wave in front of my head to hide my face. And who do I cry to about this whole thing? Kim Rayner. "Kim! I can't do it! Kim, I look ridiculous! Kim! Kim! KIM!"
If I were her, I would just slap me upside the head and call it a day. That's right, I said it. I do believe we also have to wear tunics. I'm so excited about that. Tunics rock the socks of the world.
I feel like i'm going to fall off the stage on top of some poor elderly couple, or accidently throw my flags and knock out some poor helpless child or something tragic like that. I'm sure it will happen, since we have to do this dance 3 times.
Anywho, i've been rather emo lately, and Scott Ingalls is not here to be emo with me. I feel so lost and rejectified. If rejectified isn't a word, bite me. I like it anyways.
Well, I have dance practice now, so I suppose I shall muster up enough courage to get there. Peace out, till next time.

What Your Story Book Didn't Tell You.

2006-07-29T08:26:00.000-07:00

This story takes place far away, in the wonderous land of Cassidy's-Brain, (it exists, I swear!) While reading the fairytales neatly placed in a story book, she wondered, "Where's the REAL story in this? Life doesn't EVER happen that way." So she decided to reveal the cold, hard truth about our little princesses.

Cinderella- She was never a very good date to begin with. Running off at the stroke of midnight, how did her date feel?! Like crap, that's how. This is Prince Charming we're talking about, and she just runs out without giving him a name, but leaving a slipper. If I were her I would have just chucked it at his perfectly proportioned head. It would have been more friendly. So, they eventually go and get married, (but only because he was blinded by her good looks. Tisk tisk, shallow, shallow.) In my opinion, the marriage couldn't have worked out. They were to different. I bet Cinderella moved to New York and changed her name to Paris Hilton, while Prince Charming sat back at the castle with the mice Cindy left him ...

Snow White- Just listen to the storyline here. Girl looks in a wishing well, cries a little, runs into the woods and discovers 7 little dwarfs. An ugly old lady comes to the door and hands her a random apple. "OH YUM!" Eats it, falls asleep until some guy on a white horse kisses her boo boo and makes it better. SUCK IT UP SNOW WHITE, YOUR NOT EVEN PRETTY. Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system, she's to pasty. Back to the story though, if an old ugly lady came to your door and handed you an apple for no apparent reason, would you eat it? Snow White would. So then her knight in shining armour kisses her, and they live happily ever after...right? I think she would have been better off marrying one (or all) of the dwarfs. She had never even talked to this prince guy in her life, and she just starts making out with him. What a--bad girl.

That's all for now, on once upon a blog.

4 Types Of People

2006-07-22T12:47:00.000-07:00

This discovery is somewhat new to me, so I figured that i'd share with you all.

There are 4 types of people. Maybe you don't believe you fit into any of these categories, but you do somehow, even if only one thing relates to you.

#1. There are those melancholy emo kids who rock the socks off the world. Dashboard listeners, cry-themselves-to-sleep kind of people. Without these people the world would be full of Barneys. And by Barneys I mean people/dinosaurs who smile all the time and pretend everything is okay, all so they don't have to become emo. But deep deep down inside they really want to, because their lives are crashing underneath their giant purples suits. That brings me to my next brand of people.

#2. Barneys. Like I said, the happy go lucky annoyances of our world. Who irriate the emo beyond belief. The kind of people that you can stand for about 5.2 seconds and then you want to slap the grin right off their faces. However, these people can be good sometimes, when you need someone to cheer you up, but rarely.

#3. The outcasts. The cliche kind of people that aren't emo or barney. They just kind of hang around, doing whatever seems right at the time or is popular, switching from group to group randomly. They kind of just float around...like dust. Only ... not really.

#4. Then, there is one person in this world that fits into their own group. A social outcast of society. I don't know what planet this person originated from, but she has brought some joy to my life. Thank you, Emmalina. You have your own social group.

The moral of this very long post is: Emo people rule the world. Truly, truly.

Random Beulah Pictures

2006-07-20T09:11:00.000-07:00

That's all for today. It takes a while when you have dialup. *Cringes.*

Back from Beulah

2006-07-16T16:32:00.000-07:00

Hey my lovelys, how are you?! For the whole ten days everything that happened to me people would reply "You'll have to blog about this." And that I will. If I can remember everything that is, i'm not to good with that.
It was masterful, just like every year. I think i'll probably do this in parts so it doesn't end up being 423487 years long.
Part 1, Scott's birthday?
Once upon a time, Kim, Steph and I set out to find Scott's party. We thought it was at the Tatton's cottage, so I was forced to crawl up on the doorstep of this big scary cottage and peer into the window. No one came. So then we went old school and began pelting rocks at the windows. Turns out, it was the wrong cottage. Brilliant.
So we go on a mad hunt for Kirk, and Kim get's plowed by this kid that's running full force down the street. Almost breaks her foot and her cell phone. Lovely. Ironically, when we found Kirk in his cottage, that same kid that attacked Kim comes walking in casually. IT WAS KIRKS COUSIN. No explanation nessicary.
After that my mind is pretty much blank. We went to Scott's trailer, I did some Emmalina, we sat around in a circle then watched some youtube.
I also got Scott a lovely birthday present. Yeah, yeah that's right.

My tribute

2006-07-06T15:13:00.000-07:00

Oddly enough, nothing tragic happened today. I took Cohen and Saul to the beach, neither of them fell, got eaten, or died, so it's all good.
I'm leaving for beulah in the morning, woot woot, I know you'll all miss me. Hanging out with friends tonight before I go so this post won't be long (still got a bunch of packing to do.)

As I was searching through a box of stuff for a yard sale about a week back, I recovered my slinkie. It's not just a normal slinkie either. It glows in the dark. For the past week my slinkie has been my friend, companian, and loyal playmate. I love him. So today, this post is a tribute to my slinkie. Thanks for being there pal.

3 More Days

2006-07-04T09:18:00.000-07:00

Gooood day to you all. Here is my tragic story for today; I AM GOING TO BEULAH FOR 10 DAYS AND WILL NOT BE ABLE TO POST! *gasp.*
So that means, that you guys will have to miss me lots, pray for me more, and keep commenting on the same blog entry until I get back. Ha, sounds like a whole bunch of fun eh?
If you need something to be reminded of me while I leave, watch Emmalina. She is my hero. Not really, but we can pretend. If you don't know how to get to her, go to youtube.com and type in Emmalina. She's a celebrity (in her own mind.) And she also caught the flu from her boyfriend. I actually have to post my video of her on there, as well as Steph's cooking show. It was masterful. Have you ever been a yardsale mascot? It's fun, really.
Anyways, i'm off. Youth tonight, fireworks in Eastport (Caleb and Chris think we're going to be able to see them from Dark Harbor...bahh. Who knows.)
I'll post again before I leave. And Kirk, WE MUST MAKE OUR SONG.

Pre-Canada Day

2006-06-30T20:52:00.000-07:00

So today, I was innocently driving along with Tiffinee, when all of a sudden, a bird flutters across the clear blue...foggy sky? Anyways. There is a little old woman in front of us, and the bird lands on the road. We figure the ladies going to stop, but guess what? She didn't. So, there was a gastly explosion of feathery goodness floating around in the air. It was horrible.
Anyways, I'm pretty much at Stephanies, babysitting but not really. Because Stephanie is sitting in the other room. In the meantime, I am talking to her and Scott on msn. How lovely.

Emo Alphabet

2006-06-28T15:05:00.000-07:00

While on our way to "Creation," Kirk and I developed this lovely concept of the Emo Alphabet. You may not understand some of our choices, but, please enjoy.

A- Avril Lavine
B- blubbering
C- crying
D- Dashboard Confessional
E- eeyore
F- females
G- girls
H- Hepatitus
I- Imortal
J- Jerks
K- Kirk (Kirk is so emo.)
L- losers
M- Micheal Jackson (secretly, him and Avirl have a secret emo union.)
N- nobodies
O- Oprah
P- penguins (probably the most emo things on the planet)
Q- queens
R- Rugby
S- sad
T- terminators
U- Unusual
V- Velvety (yes, emo people like velvet)
W- weird
Y- yucky
Z- zukini?

Okay...or not Creation.

2006-06-26T17:10:00.000-07:00

So, Kirk and I are having a lovely time, (tragic story) and then in St Stephen we find out that CREATION HAS BEEN CANCELLED. WHAT?! BAHHHHHHH. Meh. only 366 days until I actually can go!!!
It was still very fun!

Creation

2006-06-25T17:35:00.000-07:00

So there was this one time when I went to Dan and Kate's after babysitting. And this guy named Kirk Perry says "hey Cassidy here's a free ticket to creation." Well, Cassidy thinks that she has a week or more to prepare for it, but really it's like, the next day and now she's sitting here the night before freaking out.
But i'll get over it. Just post, email me, and miss me. lol. Please. And most of all pray for me!

I can't live, I can't breath unless you do this with me.
Great song, that was dedicated to Kim...who should have come to creation with me because I can't live, and I can't breath unless she does it with me. *Sigh*

Lovely day ...

2006-06-22T18:28:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was the first day of summer. So, Tiffinee and I decided that we'd take a stroll to the beach. All was lovely; summer breeze, summer sunshine, summer old men in spedos...ew.
Anyways, as I was frolicing in the water, I noticed a VERY large crab was cantering towards me. I have a large fear of crabs...poor me. So I ran. I ran like i've never ran before. And it's hard to run in the water you know.
Once I was away from Krusty the killer krab, we walked over to a group of little girls playing. Ironically, they must have heard about my knack for accidently hurting children, so they walked away and built a sandcastle. Somewhere away from me. Do you know how that makes me feel?
I decided to get my mind off of Krusty and the girls by doing a little sun tanning. So I did some relocating of my own; to my blanket. While I was tanning with Tiff, we noticed these two random people starring at us. A pregnant lady with her Chinese husband (FBI agents no doubt.) I bet they heard I was at the beach and came to watch over the children. *Sigh* I can't go anywhere anymore.
So we took some pictures of them, i'll post them.

My favorite quote slash paragraph <3

2006-06-20T17:52:00.000-07:00

"You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right; but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count."

-Winnie the Pooh

Into the firey pitts...

2006-06-18T17:59:00.000-07:00

I was a nice girl. Really I was. And when Kim Rayner asked me to cook her a hotdog over the open fire, I happily agreed.
So, as I was peacefully roasting away, a rock came from out of nowhere and clobbered me in the foot. "OW!" I screamed, but it was no use. Pity me? They didn't. Hurt me? They did. They continued to ignore the helpless, defenseless child attempting to cook her aunt a hotdog, and they pelted the rocks harder and harder.
Then, as I looked up, there were more rocks flying! Only this time, they were flying at the hotdog! "NOOOO!" I screamed. But it was to late. Kirkington Perry had already knocked Kims perfectly perfect hotdog into the firey pitts.
And then came the water works...nobody cared...they laughed...I cried...how sad.
"Why must everyone pick on me?" I yelled. And then she stormed off, and no one ever saw me again...
No, i'm just joshing you. I went and got another hotdog, and I successfully cooked it. Although I had to go through the torture of watching my former hotdog burn and suffer. Tramatization.
What will happen next in the tragic life of Cassidy Ingersoll?

Pulling on my upchuck reflexes.

2006-06-17T10:33:00.000-07:00

Alright, yesterday I was bored. So, I very wrongly decided to turn on the television. Lucky for me the channel was much music. Ha. Paris Hilton pops up onto the screen and starts "singing," (if you could call it that.) The song is this tropically horrid ballad about nothing. The song ius called "stars are blind," and when I heard it, I found myself wishing I was def AND blind. Especially when it came to the part where she was ever so nicely expressing her feelings by 'straddling' a helpless palm tree.
The point of this little charade here is to let you know that Paris Hilton pulls on my upchuck reflexes, and I will NEVER stay in a Hilton hotel. NEVER EVER EVER. Because if I do, it will just give her more money to make disgusting music. That is my conclusion.
Then I got to thinking, maybe I should speak life into Paris Hilton. So, as I sit here dissing her and talking about how she makes me upchuck, just remember I love her through Christ. I bet she's thrilled.

How my brain works.

2006-06-15T09:00:00.000-07:00

I have nothing to post about today. Except for the lovely weather that we're having. Thats something to brag about, def def.
Anyways, I set a crab free today. It was such a memorable moment in time. Yesterday Caleb, Tiff and I had a cow excursion, it was masterful.
Also, I just invented a new game. You see, aas I was starring peacefully out of my window, i noticed this really great woodpile. So i decided that I would invent a new game called "wood in the bucket" where people throw pieces of wood into a bucket...sounds like a good tiem. if you guys wanna play, just give me a jingle. (ages 5 and up, parental suppervision is required. Warning: splinters may occur.)

George Bush

2006-06-14T11:10:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure whats wrong with me. I'm resulting to writing about George ... wow.
ANYWAYS, last night I had this dream, that I went to visit George in the whitehouse, and he gave me a really ugly puppet that resembled a lightbulb. I accepted the horrific gift and began talking to George about a matter that I needed to discuss with him, and his cell phone rang. He so rudely said "I have to take this call" and started talking to them, and I got upset and left.
And that's the last time I ever saw him ...

Another chapter in my tragic life.

2006-06-11T17:47:00.000-07:00

Okay, so this weekend Tiff and I went to Fredericton for a few days to stay with her dad. All was amazing, until this one evening at the mall.
(This story is a little violently graphic, and you may have nightmares like I did and suffer tramatization.)

It all started while I was walking by the arcade and I saw this little boy about 2 or 3 years old. He was so cute, he had curly blonde locks of hair and he was so jolly and happy...*sigh*. Hense the word "WAS."
So I was talking to Tiff, when all of a sudden I am hit by a gust and something thrashed violently into my leg at full force. I almost fall over because I am hit at such an intense speed. When all of a sudden, I look down, and there is that helpless little boy; the one who had just crashed into my leg, laying on the floor. He had smashed his head against the cement floor and was starring up at me like I was the most evil horrid person on the face of the planet. So then the waterworks came. He started balling his eyes out hysterically until his father ran over to him, scooped him up and hugged him. Whlie all of this is going on, I am standing there starring down at the floor with my mouth wide open in utter shock. His father is like "Its okay i'm sorry it was his fault." And i'm like "I AM SOOOO SORRY!" (Even though I didnt do anything) And then as we are walking away, I start hysterically balling because it scared me so bad and I felt so horrible. Meanwhile, tiff is making fun of me because i'm crying through the mall...lol. That was my story.

Poor Jack.

2006-06-08T12:11:00.000-07:00

Little Jack Horner-

Little Jack Horner, sat in a corner,
and we're not exactly sure why.
The point of the story is that he's really sorry
for eating his grandfathers pie.

His mother came home and said "OH DEAR MY SON!"
She looked at the pie and screamed "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
She smucked him a good one, with her wooden fork
and sent him to live with his aunt in New York.

Across the street, Jack met a girl;
who had sunset red eyes and soft flowing curls.
"My name is ms muppet," is what Jack had heard,
"I'd invite you inside, but i've ate all my curds..."

Jack was so mad, that she didn't have food,
he kicked her in the leg and was terribly rude.
She filed a claim, and took him to court,
and I might like to ad that the trial was short.

So little Jack Horner, died in his corner,
deep in the New York Jail;
Please don't forget him, although an offender,
frequently speak of his tale.

My Life

2006-06-06T08:49:00.000-07:00

Okay, yesterday in the library I was helplessly minding my own business, and I coughed and this older man goes "You know you sould like your dying." And then I was scared to cough and eventually had to leave the library.
This adventure made me realize how abused I truly am. Like getting fired from my babysitting job for example. And the other night at youth I got hit in the eye with marmalade, kicked, punched, got chalk thrown at me, and got candles and pepermints dumped in my milkshake.
So in the vehicle today, I told Scottie that I was going to write a book about my life. It's going to be a very tragically inclined book. One of masterful insight and tales of abuse.
The qustion is, WOULD YOU READ IT?!

A true story, happened to a friend of a friend of mine.

2006-06-04T14:53:00.000-07:00

GUM.

"May I have some gum?"
"Does your mommy say yes?"
She nodded her head,
and quietly confessed.

"I have gum all the time,
it's right over there,"
"Be careful," said Cassidy
"dont get it stuck in your hair."

"I won't," answered Cohen,
and all went just great,
until Franklin came on,
about quarter to eight.

"Oh no!" yelled the child.
"This is not fair!
The gum popped out of my mouth,
and straight into my hair!"

And Cassidy, being stupid,
yet trying to be calm,
thought she should call 911
or even her mom.

So they pulled at the gum,
with all of their might
but it just wasn't working,
and it was getting late in the night.

"I'll go get the scissors,"
Cassidy said.
And she brought them to Cohen,
and chopped the hair off her head.

And that is a story,
told day after day,
about why Cohen's hair,
has an uneven sway...

Thats a true story, happened to a friend of a friend of mine.

Busy Blowing Brain Bubbles

2006-06-01T09:19:00.000-07:00

Do you ever just have brain farts where you just can't think ... like, at all? And people are talking to you, and throwing questions at you, and you just want to throw them back and hit them upside the head? No matter how hard you try and focus on what someone is saying, you float into your own little wonderland of brain bubbles and sit there...and sit there...and sit there...until you realize that you have to pee.
Or maybe i'm just the only one that does that ... who knows?
People are always just throwing their situations at me, and i'm clueless as to what I should say, because i'm to busy blowing brain bubbles...
So please forgive me if I ever am with you and sitting in my own little world. Just excuse me, remembering in your mind that I'm busy blowing brain bubbles...<3

Main Couple Convos

2006-05-30T08:55:00.000-07:00

Do you ever notice how couples either try to be to nice to eachother, or they are always mad and very easily offended? How much do couples suck?!

Helga- What do you want to do today?
George- I dont' know, what do you want to do?
Helga- I don't know, what do you want to do?

Blah, blah, blah. By the time you figure out what you actually want to do, it's to late to do it because you talked about it for to long. Either that, or it turns into this...:

Helga- How about we go ice skating?
Geoge- No. Ice skating is for losers. Thats boring.
Helga- Well you know what, fine. Every time I even try and suggest something, you flip right the freak out. So why even bother?

Other times, girls just completely fish for compliments. It's so annoying.

Helga- ew my hair is gross today.
George- aww, not its not, it looks awesome.

That's what usually happens. But what would happen if George said this...:

George- yeah i know it does look bad today.
Helga- HOW RUDE?! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME!
George- I was just agreeing with you...
Helga- *runs off in a corner and dies*

You see, couples are just a massive hastle...lol. Lets join together and stay single for life <3 lol.

Until nex time, on once upon a blog...

Your Dad. A Dr Phil Special.

2006-05-24T13:12:00.000-07:00

(Here is me attempting to be Dr. Phil and doing a better job at it. Please picture Dr. Phil's voice as you read this, as much as that may disturb and/or annoy you.)

To all you fathers out there who feel neglected, hurt, alone or abandoned, this is for you. Do you ever get jealous when all you hear is "your mom this, and your mom that"? This feeling is normal.
I know that your thinking. Your thinking, "why, for once can't they just say 'your dad this, your dad that'?"
Well, good news men, your not alone. Millions of other men across the country have written to our television station, requesting mental guidance on this very matter. Here's one of our letters:

Dr. Phil,
Sometimes I feel that my ego is severely bruised. My daughter is always saying "your mom" to everything I ask her, when secretly, all I really want is for one day to hear her say "your dad." Please Dr Phil, brainwash my daughter.
- Harold

So, fathers of America (because we only care about Americans, but we want the Canadian's money) lets brainwash the world, one television episode at a time.

May Rally

2006-05-23T08:57:00.000-07:00

What a weekend. Compared to my other weekends, this one has been very eventful. I would also like to point out, that while walking around campus, my flipflops cut my toe. Its painful.
Okay, so, i'm including all of the "rides" in this sentence. They were full of barking Jasons, Kirk's downloads, Scott's Mofatts and Hanson, 5 second downpour, passing Scott (so memorable. proud moment.)
The speaker was amazing, the singer was also amazing (ask Scott and Chris...haha...Shmexy Lexi. :)
The trip also included degrading, dandilions, newsboys, two other random bands one of which talked about their grandma....
Anyways, that's about all I can write, I'm working on a social studies project that's due...tomorrow...haha. Hope you enjoy the pics.

The lyrical Disney magic

2006-05-17T12:47:00.000-07:00

Todays post is all about the magical lyrics of Disney. That may sound remotely boring, oh, but its not. You see, infact, I am listening to a great Disney Princess cd that I got in Florida! And it inspired me ever so highly to write the top 5 most rocking Disney song lines of the day. :)

(In no order.)

#1- "You think i'm an ignorant savage..." (Pocahontas) What good song start...makes you just want to listen to the rest of it?

#2- "Maybe he's right. Maybe there is something the matter with me." (Little Mermaid) I love it how this sounds like the rantings of a suicidal mermaid. hey, that gives me a book idea...hehe, I would like to write a book called the suicidal mermaid.

#3- "I don't deserve to lose my freedom in this way." (Beauty and the Beast) I am dying to ask her what way she would prefer lossing her freedom in...?

#4- "Should I choose the smoothest coarse, steady as the beating drum? Should I marry Kocoum?" (Pocahontas) I know that this is something we all wonder about everyday, and it's a question that EVERYBODY has asked...'should I marry Kocoum.' What shall I do?!

#5- "She glanced this way, I thought I saw! And when we touched she didn't shudder at my paw!" (Beauty and the Beast) Hehe, paw. That makes me giggle.

UH, ENOUGH. RULES OF BLOGGING.

2006-05-16T12:22:00.000-07:00

FIRST OF ALL, I would just like to adress some VERY serious matters in the blogging community.
#1- The constant bickering and squabbling of the sexes, and off the members MUST STOP ASAP. If we all can't get along, then I need you all to GROW UP.

#2- Never again must you use my blog to make comments to other blogs and/or promote your own blog. None the less, I have done it myself (but only once mind you.) And, I am sure I am forgiven.

#3- Stop reading this because i'm just joking. lol. I was pretty much short of something to write about today, so I figured I'd do some fake yelling and yada yada yada. Other than the awareness day fair today at school, not a lot happened. But, if you were there, quite a lot happened. lol. To far for me to say...however.

Everything random

2006-05-14T16:49:00.000-07:00

I have nothing specific to talk about...I made 2 batches of cookies today for mothers day. Only, the ironicly sad thing was, one batch was pretty much burnt (not super bad though) and the other batch wasn't cooked enough. *Sigh* I am a horrible baker. And candle stick maker. Goodness. Maybe I am just a complete failure in life.

I'm also very horrified that I didn't get to go to the Our Lady Peace concert. How horrible is my life?!

Anyways, I have may rally to look forward to in about 5 days, and I informed Kim Rayner today that she was staying with me whether she likes it not. Because quite frankly, she has no choice. lol. Don't ya just love me?!

First picture loading attempt...

2006-05-12T12:00:00.000-07:00

I have so many pictures, but it would take about 3 million years to upload them, so here is my feeble attempt at uploading pictures. I have more on my actual website, which isn't a blog I may add, and we also must work on our busking band promotional website. Do we have to have a band name...? Or are we just always going to be "the busking band." lol. Lets take a vote.

Senior High Bible Study

2006-05-11T09:18:00.000-07:00

I didn't make any muffins. I went to make muffins, but I never ended up making any muffins. I may or may not have eaten a muffin, that I did not make I might add. But it was a lot of fun and i'm glad that I didn't make any muffins, because I was busy taking millions of pictures. I swear there is like 80 pitures of Chris Ings and I. haha.

We also listened to about a million and ten songs, and Nate Dawg has a pretty bad song choice, by the way. Sorry Nate buddy. Nate and I slept while everyone watched Lost. I was rather...lost...in that show. Oh, i'm funny. :)

Also, Tim and I sang and played our banjo and guitar. We were amazing. Had to be there guys, had to be there. I swear, we're going to make a hit cd.

I'll post some pictures on here from last night pretty soon, but right now i'm not home, so technically I can't do that...?

My thanks to Kim Rayner

2006-05-10T09:11:00.000-07:00

My dearest Kim Rayner, thank you ever so highly for the beautious ode to me, and thanks for walking me to my English class today. Oh, and also, waiting until today after school to take me to global. Wow, aren't you just the best auntie ever?!

Last night, I was all pumped and had this masterful plan to bring my camera to youth to take pictures for our busking promotional band...but guess what!? I forgot it. I suppose i'll just have to bring it on sunday night, I have to take pictures when Stephy Steph is there too, so it all works out.

This weather, is evil. It never gets warmer. It never gets colder. It just stays the same, old, rainy boring blob of emo-weather!

I'm writing about everything random ... oh well, what can you do when you live in a shoe? Save up your loot, and move to a boot. (I know that impresses you Kimmy)

Also, Scottie L is my awesome sub today, how awesome. I love it how my sub comes on my blog...hehe. lol. Coolio.

Days that Kirk Perry has not signed my blog- 5

Kirk Perry

2006-05-09T09:04:00.000-07:00

Once upon a blog, there was a man named Kirk Perry. Kirk Perry had many heros. Mike McNeil, some random dude, etc. But little did Kirk Perry know, that there was a lonely blog sitting somewhere out in the world that wanted HIM to comment on it. *sigh*

Days Kirk Perry has not commented on my blog- 4.
(How ironic, I wonder where that came from. Maybe now he'll know how it feels? haha.)

Once Kirk Perry signs this blog, it will be the little blog that could. That's right. Go blog go.
Until next time, on once upon a blog.

At School

2006-05-08T04:57:00.000-07:00

At this very moment, i'm at school. I'm tired, for it's only 8:55. I should still be sleeping until about 2.
I enjoyed very highly last night when at the Sunday night youth when Scottie started talking about killer swans...I know exactly how he feels. You see, I myself have been bombarded by a flock of killer, mutant, geese. I know, they are not swans, but still, they are HORRIBLY scary. They started honking. And I started screaming. And they started flapping. And I continued to scream. And they started running ... me over in the corner, STILL SCREAMING, and then, common sense kicked in, and I ran. And this was only about last year too. The geese were also, behind a fence, but you know how it is. They could fly and get me.
So, that is all for today, on story time with Cassidy.
Until next time, on once upon a blog.
(My spacebar is dying)

Satin Sashes and Ballet Slippers

2006-05-06T11:50:00.000-07:00

I actually remembered to write in this thing...however, I forgot my username and my password, and was forced to create a new one. Nice job Cassidy.
Anyways, theres nothing terribly exciting going on...except for the service tonight, but I don't think thats terribly exciting.
I can, however, wear my ballet slippers, and that excites me ever so highly. Then again, maybe i'm just to easily excited. I got them all dirty at the bonfire last night. It was the most horrible bonfire in the whole world. Nobody brought a lighter, so we couldn't even start the fire, and it was freezing! So, Jerusha and I ditched it, and went home. Twas fun.
I want to play the 101 fears game...random.
Until next time...

In the beginning, Cassidy created post number one.

2006-05-04T16:22:00.000-07:00

Truthfully, I suppose I feel like a poser. Basically everybody in the whole known universe has a blog now, so I just had to have one. They are totally all the rage ...? But, I had one a long time ago...but it was boring, and no one cared...not even me. Hense forth, I only wrote in it about three times, stating things about the weather and mindless adolescent time wasting aspects. I am quite the boring person.Also, i'm horrible at blogs. I write in them a few times and then forget, because usually it's boring because no one comments ... probably because no one knows my blogs exist, but hey, what can you do when you live in a shoe right?So, I decided to start "Once Upon A Blog" as a way of expressing my innermost feelings and outtermost thoughts...no, i'm just joshing you, I just felt like it because I was bored. Honest.Compared to Kirk's blog, mine will seem like Beethoven. Classically boring. Ooh, I was talking about Beethoven today...I thought he was blind...but apparently he was only deaf. Who knew right?!Anyways, that's besides the point. My point is, I want icecream. Icecream, is good.So, until next time, on Once Upon A Blog.