:: 2005 11 September :: 5.39 pm
:: Mood: accomplished

9/10/05 - Randoms



You know me, I will never, EVER post a "mood" as "depressed"... but if I would, it wouldn't be 'blah'. I've been feeling 'blah' since last night... I don't know why, just blah. I don't want to talk, and I don't want to move. Typical scene, it'll end in a few days. I just need to get out of here. Holy crap, Jim just IMed me and that made me really happy for like 2.7 seconds. It's weird that I'm saying I need to get out of here when I "got out of here" last week when I stayed at Laura's for 5 days. I don't know, it's just that sick emptiness... that void that can never be filled unless I'm with my horses or out west on the bulls. Even if it's fear of falling or anger of not making an 8 second ride, it's still filling that emptiness, and that's what I want, and what I need. It's the only thing I can think of that will fill it... nothing else comes close... normally people would choose people relations... I choose animal. Is that insane? Maybe I'm just gifted. I just can't ever replace the feeling of dancing with Cowboy's emotions, even if they conflict, it's still pure beauty every time I'm on his back. Sure there's that connection with all my other horses, but Cowboy and I go way back. We've been together for 10 years and have been through some bumpy shit but we still find a way to make pure bliss out of him throwing a hissy fit and me throwing one back. We're partners and companions and nothing but fate can seperate that. I swear to God, if that horse leaves my side, I'm going with him. We're best friends and he fills that void. He thinks with my mind and I think with his. Sometimes I let him use his own, occasionally he loans me mine... but to put it short, we both live as one, and if one of us goes, the other one's going too, just to fill that emptiness, like he always has for the past 10 years.














Currently listening:
Dear Diary, My Teen Angst Has a Bodycount
By From First to Last
Release date: By 29 June, 2004

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:: 2005 2 September :: 11.23 am

ahh, the joys of moving all my pictures to my laptop.
grr.

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:: 2005 29 August :: 2.47 pm

---BASiCS--

[x] Full Name: Casey Noelle Schwind
[x] Nick names: Cas/Cfly/Caseyfly
[x] First Breath: June 27, 1989, 7:01PM
[x] Age: 16
[x] Girl or Boy: Girl
[x] Height: 5' 8" (Laura says 5' 9")
[x] Hair color: brown/red/blonde/whatev.
[x] Eye color: brown
[x] Glasses/Contacts: I want colored contacts
[x] Braces: No
[x] Where were you born: I dunno.
[x] Current Location: Blairstown, NJ
[x] Today's Date: ah... August................ er... 2... 9? yeah. 29th.
[x] Time: 2:49 in the afternoon.

--FAMiLY--

[x] Mother's name: Marti
[x] Father's name: Dave
[x] Brother's name: Trevor, Brad
[x] Sister's name: Bridget
[x] Favorite aunt: I don't have an aunt, but I guess... uh.. Aunt Frannie. (my grandmas sister)
[x] Favorite uncle: I don't have an uncle either, but I guess... uncle chris (my moms cousin) or my uncle dick (yes dick, cause he's a hottie.)
[x] Favorite cousin: don't have one dammit. My mom's best friends kids I always called my cousins, so I guess Lauren.
[x] Favorite grandpa: I didn't know either of them.
[x] Favorite grandma: I have no idea. The only one I know is the one that's living with us.

--SCHOOL--

[x] What school do you go to: My house... but it used to be Belvidere, then right before that, North Warren.
[x] What grade are you in: going into 11th, if I went to public I'd be going in 10th
[x] Current G.P.A: I dunno.
[x] Favorite grade: Who knows. This one.
[x] Least favorite grade: 7th
[x] Favorite teacher: Mr. Ben, Mr. Freidermann, Mr. Free, Mrs. Fasano
[x] Least favorite teacher: Mr. McCentyre, Mrs. Rivero
[x] Favorite subject: Math and Fine arts
[x] Least favorite subject: Anything history/social studies
[x] Do you play sports/ extracurricular activites: bull riding, rodeo, horseback riding, driving

--FAVORiTES--

[x] Number: 27
[x] Letter: Y
[x] Toy: Walkman?
[x] Movie: napoleon dynamite, SAW. waynes world, life of brian
[x] T.V show: ER
[x] Shoes: work boots
[x] Clothing: socks?
[x] Cologne/Perfume: berry sprays from bath and body
[x] Song: currently, NIN - "Only" and uh... MJ - "Billie Jean"
[x] Candy: peanut butter m&ms or butterfinger. Heck yez.
[x] Food: I dunno. Chicken Caesar Salad
[x] Group: Circa Survive, Coheed and Cambria
[x] Fastfood Restaurant: Friendly's, Blairstown Inn
[x] Season: Autumn, Early spring
[x] Day: Sunday?
[x] Weekday: ...
[x] Month: October-December
[x] Deodorant: Dove
[x] Country: this one?
[x] State: Colorado
[x] Boy's name: Sonny, Colt, Lyle, Lane,
[x] Girl's name: I'll kill myself if I have a girl.


--WHATS THE FiRST THiNG YOU OF WHEN YOU HEAR--

[x] George Bush: NoFX War on Errorism
[x] Laguna Beach: Sunset
[x] Jessica Simpson: jessica simpson
[x] Hilary Duff: sucked in cheeks
[x] Love: bear

--FRiENDS--

[x] Best friend(s): Brielle, Laura, Josh Miller
[x] Known the longest: sara or Rachel I guess
[x] Most likely to get lost: lmfao, brielle.
[x] Tallest: Josh or Jimmy ... WAIT NO, KEITH.
[x] Shortest: poor lil brielle.
[x] Always there when you need them: brielle, keith
[x] Loudest: Myself..
[x] Funniest: rachel, myself.

--WHAT DiD YOU DO--

[x] last birthday: uhh.. that was like 3 months ago... I think we did absolutely nothing on my birthday. My mom was working.
[x] today: did lots of classwork, rode cowboy bareback, watched tv
[x] Christmas: hung out at home, brother and brothers fiance came over and chilled, opened presents, got my new bull riding chaps.
[x] Thanksgiving: I have no idea.
[x] Easter: I dunno.
[x] Valentine's Day: josh picked me up for school and gave me a rose and a beanie baby and. something else... and that was weird and cute and WEIRD... and then went to school and brandon gave me my current favorite stuffed animal... a GIANT pink teddy bear.
[x] Yesterday: recovered from the day before.
[x] Last weekend: this past, showed at the state championships, won like everything.......... the weekend before that........ state fair show, won everything. grand champion of the show for the third year in a row.

--YES OR NO--

[x] Are you straight: Yes
[x] Are you Asian: No. I fear.
[x] Are you Caucasian: Yeah
[x] Are you Mexican: Nope
[x] Are you non of the above: ........
[x] Do you like eggs: sometimes.
[x] What about candy: Yurse
[x] Girls: sure
[x] Guys: sure
[x] You: sure
[x] Still friends with your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend: he's one of my best friends

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:: 2005 29 August :: 2.37 pm

--UNIQUE --
1. Nervous Habits? biting my nails until they bleed.
2. Are you double jointed? neh.
3. Can you roll your tongue? like a hotdog bun, baby.
4. Can you raise one eyebrow at a time? yeah
5. Can you blow spit bubbles? yes. and I do often.
6. Can you cross your eyes? yeah.
7. Tattoos?: it's like so old and almost gone.
8. Piercings and where? 13? ears? had thirteen, now i have... 10? I don't know, I don't count.
9. Do you make your bed daily? neg.

-- CLOTHES --
10. Which shoe goes on first? normally my right.
11. Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at anyone? yeah, my brother and it almost broke his spine.
12. On the average, how much money do you carry in your purse/wallet?: I'm poor.
13. What jewelry do you wear 24/7? just a beaded necklace and all of my earrings.
14. Favorite piece of clothing? work boots?

-- FOOD --
15. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? cut it, shovel it, stuff it.
16. Have you ever eaten Spam? ugh no.
17. Favorite ice cream flavor? chocolate
18. How many cereals in your cabinet? 6?
19. What's your favourite beverage? flavored water or chocolate milk
20. What's your favorite restaurant? friendly's... uh.. whatever. Blairstown Inn.
21. Do you cook? not hardly.

-- GROOMING --
22. How often do you brush your teeth? once a day if I'm lucky.
23. Hair drying method? whatever. never blowdry.
24. Have you ever colored/highlighted your hair? I'm totally fake. I'm a natural blonde.

-- MANNERS --
25. Do you swear? often
26. Do you ever spit? lmao yes, and it grosses Brielle out.

-- WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE --
27. Animal? cow
28. Food? burritos
29. Month? Ah... October I suppose.. then november, and december.
30. Day? hm. Whatever. I like sundays.
31. Cartoon? bleh, ed, edd, n eddy.
32. Shoe Brand? uh. anything thats comfortable as hell. right now i'm wearing like some bullshit "earth wind" from walmart. So comfy.
33. Subject in school? er, fine arts, cause all I have to do is ride my horse and document it.
34. Color? gray
35. Sport? bull riding, rodeo, horseback riding
36. TV show? uhrrr... ER?
37. Thing to do in the spring? early spring training for horse shows, show horses
38. Thing to do in the summer? show horses
39. Thing to do in the fall? show horses
40. Thing to do in the winter? lay in the snow, ride in the snow

-- IN AND AROUND --
41. The CD player? hanson, coheed and cambria, circa survive
42. Person you talk most on the phone with? my mother/laura
43. Ever taken a cab? once.
44. Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows and mirrors? yeah
45. What color is your bedroom? brown
46. Do you use an alarm clock? yeah
47. Window seat or aisle? uh... aisle.

-- LA LA LAND --
48. What's your sleeping position? it varies. Normally in fetal position. Once in a while I'll sleep on my tummy.
49. Even in hot weather do you use a blanket? Well, something. I always have to be covered.
50. Do you snore? nah, I twitch though.
51. Do you sleepwalk? nah
52. Do you talk in your sleep? i may have...
53. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? not anymore :(
54. How about with the light on? no, I can't stand light. It has to be pitchass black or I can't sleep.
55. Do you fall asleep with the TV or radio on? never

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:: 2005 25 August :: 10.20 am
:: Mood: awake
:: Music: [Rascall Flats] - [Fast Cars & Freedom]

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:: 2005 22 August :: 9.52 pm
:: Mood: annoyed

Panic nervosa and Social anxiety? Check.
Clinical depression? Check...?
OCD? Check.

...And now for the new one:
BIPOLOR? CHECK?

....UM....

Fully motivated to prove both of them wrong? CHECK.
Wtf?

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:: 2005 12 August :: 9.46 pm
:: Mood: blah

I found a really old entry that kind of made me sad.

:: 2005 15 February :: 6.37 pm
:: Mood: blah
[ edit | delete ]

This pain is growing stronger, the soft drones suddenly become louder,
exhaust fills my lungs. Remembering the only way to run from reality
was finding God in an Xacto-knife. Scratching, snapping, a quarter now
is too long for me to bear. Every jolt and every turn and curve calm
me, I know it's not that long until I can be alone. My legs, perfect?
My arms, the right way. My focus, is it where it belongs? One wrong
move and my arm deserves another. I can't even tell you how many times
I say that in a day. Alive. Would things be better if I wasn't? Cause
my head is fucking hurting and my eyes are fucking burning. Sound me
out, cause you won't want to hear this any longer. I was thinking how
great it would be to go to a Senses Fail show. So I can fucking scream.
How great would that be? Screaming my life with thousands of other
people who know exactly what it's like? How amazing would that be?
Thousands of scars dancing, thousands of broken souls screaming.
Thousands of apathetic, tired minds giving up for a few hours. "I
wanna die like Jim Morrison. A fucking rock star. I wanna die like God
on the cover of time." It means nothing, really. Unless you know.
Unless you fucking know, it means nothing. I fucking can't show my face
in school anymore. It's worthless and endless. If things get any harder
and people get any more stupid, it will be the fucking death of me. I
live for people like Ricky, and I live for people like Josh. Because
without them, I'd die of fucking boredom, and I'd die without knowing
what it's like to live. I'd die because I would never know what it's
like to bleed, and fight, and fuck up, and get fucked up, and to live
to tell your story. Just like me they're not out yet. They're still in
the fucking hole. I guess I'm a little naive to say that I'm not ready.
I guess the whole thing is a little naive of me. One day I'll regret
all of this. In another life, you know? Where I can just look back at
myself and laugh at what a fucking dumbass I was. How stupid I was to
think I'm living for nothing. And how stupid I was to leave and never
be able to come back. It must be a helpless feeling, you know? When
everything's finally over and there's nothing left to be said? You
can't change anything? Must be such a horrible feeling. It must be.

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:: 2005 12 August :: 8.55 pm
:: Mood: bored

Well...
I figured I should let you crazy mother fuckers in on what's going on here in my barely sane, messed up world. Looks as though my step-father thinks it's cute to check out my journal once in a while, see what I'm up to, what I'm thinking about... yadda yadda. My stepdad. Of all people to read about my life. The person that I despise. You know, I'm really not an idiot. I'm really not. I walk past the computer... I see "Girl PLEASE." as the header of the page and my bright orange background (soon to be white.) ...I'm not fucking stupid. I know what my journal looks like, and the background is bright orange for a reason. To see if people like my step dad are on my journal. Sure, you can minimize it when you see I'm coming... I'm not a fucking idiot as to what my header is. It says it on the bottom of the screen... "Girl PLEASE. Internet Explorer." The look on his face was priceless, too, when he realized that I saw. Whatever, I had nothing to say. Just kinda walked away and figured I'd say something later. Let him have his fun invading my life for a little bit while I'm getting my hair done. You know? Well, I got in the car and I couldn't wait. I had to say something. So, me being the "spoiled brat" as my stepdad would call me, I flipped out and said "SO NICE TO KNOW THAT YOUR HUSBAND THINKS HE'S FREE TO LOOK AT MY JOURNAL." I don't really remember what happened after that. Actually, she was a little more calm then I thought she would be. As if she knew that he had been on it and hadn't said anything to me. She casually said, "Well, why don't I work on getting you your own laptop? Would that help?" I don't fucking know. My URL is my URL. He knows it now, might as well just keep on doing what I'm doing on here rather than spend 600-1,000 dollars for privacy. I'm not spending 25 dollars for another Woohu account, and I refuse to leave Woohu. It's been my database for almost 4 years. It just fucking sucks that my stepdad has to be like that. My mom, I could sort of halfway understand, not really. But my fucking STEPDAD? He HATES me. I HATE him. Why the fuck would he want to read my journal? My life matters to him like his matters to me. Not. At. All. You know, moving in here has ruined my life. Not saying my life wasn't half-ruined before I moved here. Moving here just finished it off. The only reason I came here was to make my mom happy. I don't like seeing my mom unhappy, and she's in love. Let her be in love, I'll just tag along. I moved my life out here for her. Not for him. I moved everything. I changed everything. I gave up my nice big room for an tiny office that I call my bedroom. I left my real friends behind for a clash of idiots who think they know how to be my friend. ...Who think that I can love them like that. I left behind youth and happiness and got the quickest year of my life with the saddest love, and my first love, that I've ever experienced. I gave up being halfway sane for a year of tearing myself apart. I gave up the person I liked for this... person that I am now. All for my mom to be happy. And my stepdad doesn't even respect that. I want to fucking dice up right in front of him and scream "Fuck you" so it's all he hears for the rest of his miserable life and all he can see is the bullshit I put myself through to make them happy together.

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:: 2005 11 August :: 1.49 pm

EVERYONE GO TO THIS WEBSITE:
(Just click on the link, even though it doesn't look like a link..)

freewebs.com/thosecrazybtownpeeps





Everyone please meet CASEY!







Normal Profile:

My name's Casey Noelle Schwind, I'm 16 years old and my birthday is June 27th, 1989. Yes, I added the year in case you couldn't figure it out. I've been riding horses since I was less than a year old, obviously not by myself when I was a baby, but yeah. I used to compete all around the east-coast, now I'm strictly showing NJ/PA/NY just because it got to be too expensive and my dad left when I was 7, so it was pretty much down hill from there on the money end of things. I still love to show horses and I have 10 (soon to be 11 because Molly is pregnant) of my own, and we have one boarder. I show Western Pleasure, Huntseat (English Pleasure), Open Jumping, Hunter over fences, and Dressage. I know it sounds like a lot, but I have the horses to do it. My horses are Cowboy (Western Pleasure, national points, Dressage (don't ask), Charlotte (huntseat, hunter o/f), Sunny (trail rides), Lucky (trail rides), Bliss (open jumping, english pleasure/eq, Dressage), Dylan (Driving), Doc (Driving, Halter colt), Star (Driving, at stud), Molly (Halter mare, pregnant), Amber (Halter filly), and soon to be Stuffy (the foal that's kickin' around in Molly's tummy.) The boarder's name is Abby and she's my best friend's horse. I've been riding bulls since I was 14, and I started at the Sankey Rodeo Schools ( www.sankeyrodeo.com ) in Penrose, Colorado. I love it there... I'm so going to live there when I get the money to go. I have a bull of my own... I bought him when he was 4 days old and was going to be sent to a slaughter house. He's only a year old so I haven't ridden him yet, but pretty soon I will. He's really cuuuute. Lets see... When I'm not working outside, riding, making hay, or cleaning stalls, I'm either swimming in the pool or sitting inside on this thing. I never go to anyone's house because I can't leave the farm because I have so many responsibilities here. (Not a complaint.) I love working and I love being with my horses and my bull. If I want to see my friends, they will just have to come over and deal with the fact that I probably can't go over their house that often. If you wanna check out my farm, the site is: www.freewebs.com/sunsetfarm The site is still under construction so bare with us. Anyways.



I love my best friend:




Me and Laura!



I love my bull and Cowboy more than anything in the world:













Not-So-Normal Profile:

I'm a small-town girl who's actually from a small town. My name's Casey, people who love me (and I'm not saying that as a brag-word, I'm saying it as love) call me Cas. My dad used to call me KK... I don't know where on earth he ever got that from... Then he jumped off a bridge. Not an actual bridge of course, just the bridge of fatherhood. ... That's an actual bridge. A bridge between his heart and mine. Anyway, there are few people who I can love in this cynical world, and one of the few is my mom. It's hard to picture my life moving on without my mom in it with me. When I think "My Life" I can never erase her out of that picture. She's always there. I have everything any sixteen year old girl could ever want, and she's made all my dreams come true. She never laughed at me when I told her I wanted to ride bulls. She was the only one that ever took me seriously, and made it a point to get me out west for a school. She took time off of work and her schedule for me to do something fun, because she knew I was serious about it. I don't understand how I can be so bitter towards her sometimes... it makes me so upset, and I never have the balls to apologize. After we almost lost her in January, I've tried my best to turn around and love her for the incredible woman that she is. It's now all coming to realization that she's not going to be around much longer, and she will die young, and I'm going to be partially to blame. I can't let that happen.

Me and myself is a never-ending battle... I can love myself so much, and love life so much that it's like a natural high, and in a split second I can switch to loathing myself so much that I could fucking kill. We're not talking homocide, here. ...On the topic of love... I miss it. I miss it terribly and I'd give anything to feel it. I don't want to feel it. I don't want to grow up, and I don't want to feel love. ...That was a total lie, I'm just keeping myself from feeling it, or allowing myself to feel it.

I don't like it when people tell me they hate me. Even if they're just joking around. I don't like it at all, and I get a sick feeling in my stomach, and don't let this sound "emo", but in my heart. I hate it, and it's one of the few feelings that just grosses me out. I don't like fucking up, and I don't like it when people say "Oh my god! I HATE you!" then they laugh and carry on like we're best friends. I don't... dig it... but I go along with it anyway because I shouldn't care. ...but I do. I hate it. ...I hate it.

Sure, I'm a redneck, yeah, I live on a farm, spare me, I'm the most down to earth, easy going, fun "redneck" you'll ever meet. Not hick-ish at all. I'm headstrong, it's kind of rediculous... I always have something to prove. Who said this blurb was supposed to state good qualities?

I love photography and I like taking pictures of single persons. One of my favorite pictures I've ever taken was of a little boy fishing by himself at a local lake. I love seeing innocence in pictures, I love seeing hope and happiness in the darkest things. I can't picture my life ending. I can't picture me leaving the world that I love so much, so for now we'll say that it's not going to happen. I occasionally live my life in denial like that.

I get angry when you send someone a message on myspace that you really meant and would expect a response back, and you check your sent messages and they've read it and moved on. That's always bothered me. I can just picture someone like.. shrugging "Eh, whatever." and continuing with something else. Reminds me of big egos. I hate people with outward egos. I'm not going to deny, I have a disgustingly large ego, but it's well brought up. I'm one of the only female bull riders in the state of New Jersey, I've got national points under half of my horses, I've got an incredible score sheet for this (and most every other) show season, and I've got more than any girl should ever have. However, I'm not a stupid cunt about it like that. I mean, please, I've gotten messages saying how amazing they thought I was because of my bull riding and stuff... even if they type like "0Hh MaH GoShh!!11!! ThaTzz So0o Cooo0ol!!LolLz!!" I still take the time to respond back and thank them because I'm not ignorant, and I'm proud of myself, and I really am thankful for someone who notices.

I don't like it when people list 500 bands that they "listen to" ... Just because you heard one song and it's a catchy tune and then you never hear from them again doesn't mean they're a band you listen to. I've heard a Mozart song, and he's not my thing. Come on people, realistically speaking, DO YOU ACTUALLY LISTEN TO CATCH 22? I listen to Catch 22. I have a freakin' CD. No, I don't like them very much, so they're not on my list.

Myspace "Whores" (If you will) bother me because some of them seem to be so stuck-up. I can't count the times I've sent a message or something and they either A) Don't respond or B) Respond really rudely ... The cynisism in this world is borderline outrageous.

Let's do a big jumble of random facts about me. My birthday's June 27th. I have 11 horses. I own a bull, he's not for meat... I have a computer in my room that I don't use. I don't know why. I have an old 80's TV with the little dial thingy in my room. Pretty rad. I have a horse show almost every weekend, and my friends hate me for it because they never get to see me. ...Oh well. I wet the bed until I was litterally in like... 3rd grade. No joke. I'd piss everywhere. Piss piss piss. I have an abundance of relatives that I talk to just enough that it's awkward when they come to see me. I am addicted to food, which is why I'm 20 pounds heavier than I should be. Fat lard. I don't drink nearly as much as I used to. One night totally and completely changed my view of alcohol. I smoke occasionally, not enough for me to say "Yes, I am a smoker." ... because I'm not. And I'm not proud of being an "occasional smoker" either. I pick up carnies. ...Well, they pick up me. I've been in extremely dangerous situations with them, like when I stay overnights the week of the fair. I'm a little more flirtatious then I should be... but I know what's taking it too far. I am big on photography and poetry. My dad (Dave Schwind) is a poet and has two books... I guess I sort of got it from him. I love to write, wether it be a story, poem, or just a bunch of thoughts... I'm always writing or typing something. I don't really drink regular soda... I can deal with regular Sprite, but I'd rather not. I'm natuarally blonde and I didn't like it at all because my eyebrows were a little darker than my hair so I've been brown/red/black for the past couple years. I used to be really pretty... Even like 4 months ago I wasn't half bad. I don't know what happened to me. I rarely go out in public... I rarely go out, period. I just don't go out. I'd like to. Most of my time is spent at home with my horses... I work at least 5 horses daily, hour long sessions. I'm homeschooled, which is a better environment for me now. I was in public schools until about March of this year, when I couldn't handle it anymore and my mom pulled me out. I'm too co-dependent... which is why I need someone.

I don't have a sense of reality.

I think you should IM me...

IM me on: Its4AMx

...yes, very catchy, Senses Fail lyrics. Don't IM me if you're an ignorant twat that just wants codes and such. I don't like you.





More pictures of me to tickle your fancy:





Left to Right: Laura with Amber, Me with Dylan, Sara with Doc... All my horses, taken at GSMHA triple judged horse show.





I'm cool.

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:: 2005 11 August :: 1.15 pm
:: Mood: blah

Old who i want to meet
I'm not going to be lazy and say "anyone."

Listen, and listen carefully.



I don't want you coming to me saying that I can't be a "redneck" and listen to the shit I listen to. YOU, have no right to speak, considering your bands consist of Good Charlotte and Simple Plan on the same line as Circa Survive and Coheed. Don't fucking pair my bands with your shithole bands. Talk to my friends who know me. I'm what I am, I'm not a fucking "Punk redneck" ... I'm not an "emo/redneck/punkwhore", I'm Casey. I've probably got bigger biceps than your father, so let's not get started, okay babe? I will give you my opinion on what I want to give it on, and it's your choice wether you want to listen or not. Fuck you if you don't, fuck you if you do. Catch 22. I always win. I can be cynical, but you probably brought it upon yourself. I don't like stupid cunts, and don't add me if you're under 16. If I know you, that's fine, otherwise, fuck off.


Let me make this clear. DO NOT send me messages if you can't spell. The least you could do is put it into English. I learned to spell properly in grade school. Can I expect you've done the same? It's not too much to ask. If you send me bullshit messages using numbers and symbols to stand for letters, don't expect an answer back. I don't have time to interperate your codes.



Don't add me if:



You don't take the time to read my profile. Don't add me if you're a stupid cunt, which includes everything you've read above. (Unless you're one of those who hasn't read it. ...in which case, don't add me.) I want nothing to do with you if you don't have a picture. I don't really care to add a 12 year old girl from Jersey named Earl who lives with his wife and kids and has a sidejob titled "Rapist."



If you're going to post bulletins non-stop about stupid shit like "HEY! I'm bored. IM ME! Here's my sn! LOL!" ... or ... "OMG! Whore me! I'll whore you! LOLZZ!!" or anything similar. I'm already contemplating the deletion of two of my friends simply because they litterally post 6 or 7 bulletins per hour. Honestly. How annoying can you get? Get a life.



If you are poor or too lazy to post a picture, so you use a band picture... Don't fucking add me. If I wanted to see a picture of a band, I'd do a fucking Google search. I won't even look at your profile. Christ, don't bother. Just leave now. I don't want you reading this anyway.



If you're some band I've never heard of that has like.. 2 friends... I don't care to be one of them, oh, and I don't have working speakers, so I guess that means I can't listen to you. Therefore, don't bother.



If you're just planning on sending me multiple messages saying "OmG C0mmeNt On MY PicZ loLz OK?" because I'll ignore them. I don't want you to send me messages saying "OmGz UR so Cewl & HaWt maRRy Meh" ...I know I'm awesome. I know I'm hott. Go away.



I don't like people who stick around forever. Take a hint or I'll give you one. If I'm bland and boring to you, I probably hate you. Don't take it personally. *snort*



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I want you all to know that every couple weeks or so I delete stupid bitches that don't comment me, don't send me messages, and don't bother to see if I've fallen off the face of the earth, even after you begged me to add you for a week before I finally agreed. Keep in touch or you're dead to me. OMGZ LOL THX. =]





Here's some last minute pictures to make you love me even more than you already do. --

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