Babby
When I Was Teeny Tiny…
I told anyone who asked me “What do you want to be when you grow up?”, that I wanted to be a Jackass Guy. I whole heartedly and seriously wanted to do that. And I feel like I still want to do that… Also, when I was younger I thought that Steve-O was living the dream. I had a warped sense of reality I think.
Well, it’s 10:38AM on a monday morning, and I think I’m going to start drinking. Gotta get on the Jackass Level, so I can be one of them one day.
Christmas Eve
I’m currently sitting around in my christmas jammies, and can i just say, that they are super comfy. Also, I am going to Maryland for a night tomorrow, so I am savoring the Morgantown moments I have left. And, I’m super bummed about leaving because Big T’s sister is here, and she is awesome, so I’m going to go hang out in Bitch Land, USA instead of Cool Town. Boo. Grandma stinks.
<3 him.
hate everyone else.
I kind of love having a job sometimes.
my most favorite part of any book, ever.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.
Every time I read “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” and I get to this part of the book, I cry. I’m like a big sentimental baby sometimes, but I think it’s beautiful.
“Perfect Situation” - Weezer
- Smooth Sailing by The Morning Of
I'm Cassidy. I'm a senior in high school. I love theatre and performing. I can saaaaang really good, not to toot my own horn or anything... But I can. I'm super confident, and positive. My life is one big sexual innuendo filled with comic relief and Degrassi references.
