Sunday, March 28, 2010


Since my last entry was so depressing, I decided today I'd write about something I LOVE.

I love oatmeal! Everything is better with oatmeal. Oatmeal is better with oatmeal, cookies are better with oatmeal . . . that's all I can think of right now.

And that's all I have to say about oatmeal!

Alright. So todaaaay . . . I woke up, did my hair for the first time in weeks, went to church, did NOT fall asleep, was forced to announce my 'engagement' in Relief Society, came home, went to lunch, watched Princess and the Frog, chilled in the lobbing talking to the girls on my hall about boys, went to dinner, made healthy brownies, made unhealthy brownies, made cookies, washed dishes, and sat to write in this blog.

Now, to elaborate: it is awfully awkward to tell people about my engagement because I'm not engaged. I'm just getting married next June. But I'm not engaged. Yes, you read that right. But how do I explain this to people? Psht. Next thing: the healthy brownies were gross. I threw the batter away without cooking it. The normal, unhealthy brownies were gross too. I threw those away after cooking them. Then I made cookies to give to the girls as a peace offering since I had promised brownies and now could not deliver.

This brownie conundrum has put me in quite a foul mood. Seriously. I've never had trouble cooking something before! I just look at a bazillion recipes and then make up my own after I understand the have-to-haves of whatever I'm making. I've made, like, everything on the face of this planet. Except brownies from scratch. Now I think I'll stick with the junk in the package. No. Actually, I will just never make brownies again and stick with my celery. Ants on a log. Mmmm. What did I do wrong to make such a rancid sweet?? I might never know!


Aaaalrighy! What else to write about?

Oh, yes! I LOVE Princess and the Frog!!

And I love country music! It makes me smile.

My goal is to now think of something incredibly witty to capture the most intellectual of audiences and thus cause everyone to become vividly emamoured with any subsequential blog entries I may post. Then I'll win some award (for the blog entries, of course) and become a multi-millionaire.

What the freaking crap did I do wrong with those brownies??

Okay. Definitely enough of this.

Friday, March 26, 2010

I Hate Boys

The title says it all. Not that I'm saying I'm not ATTRACTED to boys. Heavens, I'm definitely the farthest away from being a lesbian as anyone could be, but all boys seem to either be either vividly unintelligent or socially awkward in quite an appalling manner.

Anyway. I am so sick of guys hitting on me. And not even doing it with any kind of class! They see my pretty face and don't care about anything else. . . the shallowness INFURIATES me. Disgusting. What's really sad is that this really is the world we live in today-- brains, wit, personality . . . they're not so important anymore. It's like all you need to succeed is to be slightly skinnier than is healthy, an oval face, and big eyes. Or something like that.

The strangest thing is . . . whenever I get some much-too-forward message on facebook, or a text, or some dude saying some shallow, complimentary bogus to my face, do I feel all fluttery and good inside? Flattered? No. I feel so ALONE. Who knows me around here? No one. I'm just that disgustingly pretty girl on the top floor. That's ALL. Not the nice girl who likes to cook. Or . . . well, anything. Basically. I'm trying to say that everyone just knows me for my looks. And no one WANTS to know me for anything else. Tonight is just one of those nights when the reality of everything just hits me and . . . well I don't really know where I was going with that. I want to scream and cry and beat something all at the same time.

I miss being close to my friends and my family-- people who grew up with me before we all hit puberty and starting dating and all that jazz. And then moving on and away to college . . .

Anyway, this is a pointless post but some some odd reason after receiving another message from an idiot boy on facebook I felt awfully depressed and wanted to write something about how I was feeling. So there.

Peace out.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Me, Myself, and I

Hello! My name is Cassi Marie. Here's a basic synopsis of where I'm at in life: I'm going to college for musical theater, I live in the dorm-style apartments on campus and I have no roommate (Yeeees!). I'm 18, credit-wise a sophomore, have 2 sisters and 3 brothers . . . Okay, that's all I feel like writing about myself today.

I decided to start a blog because I am sick of the cramps in my hand from writing in my diary but I do want some way to record my thoughts and feelings every once in a while. So I shall simply print out these blog entries and tape them hapharzardly into my diary. Viola!

Yeah, I know, I'm not very funny. I have a two page paper and a research paper I should be working on at the moment but . . .

I love my life! I have an amazing family, I love school, my health is perfect, the days are getting warmer!

Almost burst out into song there . . .

Today . . . nothing blog worthy happened. Or even diary worthy for that matter. I have quite a headache though. A friend of mine told me that she never has never had a headache before in her life. She gets jawaches instead. Because she holds all her tension in her jaw. Or something to that effect. Anyhow, at first I was thinking that sounded awfully lucky but now I can't decide which I would prefer-- an horrid headache or a jealous jaw.

Okay, that sounded stupid. I was trying to use alliteration. Couldn't think of another negative 'j' word.

Anyhow, I've had enough typing for one day.