Kinda scared

So, I just woke up (don't judge me) and a had a fucked up dream. This is the second day in a row. Basically, my dream was about the apocalypse. So, it started how everyday starts; I went to my kitchen and checked the weather. Thursday was 21, Friday was 25, Saturday was 30, Sunday was 35 and that's quite the unusual temperature for spring.

I changed the channel so I can see the 2-week weather and it kept getting hotter and hotter. Instead of the bright sun we're used to seeing on channel 24, I was looking at a firery red, crusty cracker looking 'sun'. The apocalypse was upon us. I went outside and was trying to figure out ways to avoid the burning heat when I saw the CN Tower walking, crushing people as it made it's way around town. I then woke up to my sister yelling 'TIME TO WORK OUT!'. Creepy, huh?

Nigga WHAT!?

Soooo, I just enabled the phone thingy that let's me blog on the go..
Watch out bitchesss!! =)

Guess who's bizzack!!

RARGGHH!
I haven't been on this is a long and time and I feel like a Brampton 'cattie' for not writing in so long. lmaoo.. I'm so bad. Anyway, a lot has happened since the last time I wrote anything and I'm not really up for the full updates as of yet.
Recently, I've had a good amount of 'happy' days; happy being used lightly of course. There are always things I'm going to want to complain about, but I'm just advancing in my technique of ignoring most of the negative things.
Recently I have been listening to a lot more old music and that's helping in bringing my mood up. I SERIOUSLY think I was born in the wrong decade/century man. I can't stand so many things in this generation.
I've cut my hair in a few different styles in the past month and I'm pretty content with my current 'Amber Rose' look. I'm not a groupie so suck it. I just love her style.
I'm working getting a few things in order so I can move out, among a few other things on my priority list. I have also been going to church a lot more now than I have before and it's okay. It's fun but it's just hard to seriously pay attention sometimes.
One thing that hasn't changed is that I'm still the same cold, heartless bitch that I was in April of '89 and I will be until the day I die. Don't let that confuse you though, there are a good few people in my life that I love and will always have something for.
r a n t i n g b e g i n s
I need a new closet or something. I have clothes practically coming out the ass. I don't understand where they keep coming from, they just keep showing up =(
I also need a bigger room. I have too much junk in it that I need.
I need a new carrrrrrrrrr! ARGH! Fuck man. Why the hell do I have a big ass white caravan? I'm not a gotdamned soccer mom!! I don't need a car that seats up to a million people. Where am I going? Road trip!?
I strongly dislike people who tell me that I surprise them. I mean, I like that I do things different all the time, but I don't get it. Many of these people have known my for the better half of my life and they still don't get me? YOU'RE the ones who are fucked. Not me!
That's enough for this random note. I have a few other things that I have been meaning to post for a while...

Peace out. A-Town down!

Today, my name is Bisexual.

Caught your attention did I?
For many, many years I've been asked on a regular basis if I was bisexual or a lesbian.
Now, I'm not really sure how it is (at all) any of your business, but I'll tell you anyway.
I am NOT bisexual and I am NOT a lesbian. I am (I guess you can say) bi-curious.

Bi-curious is a term used to refer to someone who does not identify as bisexual or homosexual but feels or shows some curiosity in a relationship or sexual activity with someone of the same sex.

I could never really see myself in a relationship with a chick, but I have done things with some before and I probably will again. I don't think that I could ever be a lesbian because.. Well, I like penis too much to just leave it forever. lol.

One thing that has been on my mind for years is gay people. I know quite a few gay people and I dislike the way that the general public views them. A man I know (and love ♥) is gay and has been for quite some time. A while ago, we used to talk about how his being gay has brought problems into his life. When he was in high school, he used to get picked on and ridiculed for being gay. When I was younger, things like that would make me laugh, but now that I'm older and a tad bit wiser, I've come to understand that it isn't a laughing matter. I know way too many people who hate on gay people for stupid reasons. I've asked frequently why some of my guy 'friends' dislike gay people and their response is 'they're gonna try to hit on me'. WHHATT!??!? Don't fucking piss me off man. Are you fucking retarded? Why the fuck do some guys think that every gay man is going to try to hit on them? You think you're the only fucking guy out there? In case some of you didn't know, gay people are human too. They feel, think, eat and play like everyone else. Why do they get treated like shit? Btw, not every gay man wants to suck your dick you selfish, conceited cunts.

I'm always defending gay people.. I guess that explains why everyone thinks I like chicks. I defend gay people all the time, even when conversing with my uber religious grandmother. Don't get me wrong though, I don't think they even need my help because they can do it on their own.. I just get so frustrated when I witness blind sighted comments and/or gestures.

Many people need to stop hating on the gay community and let them live their lives. I think that gay people are strong. Very strong. Especially the only who openly say that they are gay. Can you imagine how scared they must feel telling people? I can't. I respect gay people so much it's ridiculous. I've been to Pride 2 years in a row and I will continue to go for as long as I can. It's so amazing!

Anywho, I'm going to stop here. I have much more to say but I need to get on to my next blog =D

Today, my name is Cassidy.

Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me

Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me

Well, not f'real.. Ask me, don't ask about me. I hate that. Why do people ask about me? Is it because I'm intriguing? Is it because I'm cute? Is it because my hair's blonde? As I said earlier, I'm freakishly awesome. lol.. I'm always hearing that people are asking about me and I never understand why. From reading my blogs, you'd think I understand absolutely nothing..lol But fo realio. I don't get you people. Why do you bother asking about a person when you can get the information first hand from the source? Sometimes I wonder.. Meh, suck an egg.

Today, my name is Shanice.

I'm really going to try to not make this a long post.
I don't recall someone telling me I was ever normal. I'm okay with that. I'd rather be the that-girl-is-fucking-retarded friend than to be the who-is-that-and-why-is-she-always-here friend.
Sometimes I don't understand why people look at me when i do certain things and say shit like 'Why Mouse?' and 'Only you'. Why? What what? Why do I dare to be different? Why do I not like being like everyone else? I dunno, maybe because I have a pair of fucking balls*. Grow some. Maybe then you can experience the things I do. I don't care who says what about me. I really don't. May it be positive or negative. Shit happens and I've learned to deal with it and not to concern myself with things that hold little or no value in my life. Only me? Well, duh Fisherprice.
*figuratively speaking of course. Or am I? Dun dun DUNNNNN!!!!!
I want people to accept me, not understand me. I want that written on my tombstone (Well, you can put the past tense. It'll be more fitting). No joke. Why does it always seem like I'm asking for all the money in the world when I ask for acceptance? I don't want people to understand me and I don't intentionally make it hard for them. That's just the way I am. I love me. There are definitely areas that I need to work on but I love me. As my mom said to me today 'How can you love yourself if you don't know who you are?' I think we were watching Dr. Doolittle 3 and they said the same thing, just a million times cornier.
What mom (and Kyla Pratt) said wasn't obviously directed at me, but she made a good point. How can you have such strong feelings for a person you don't even know?
Now that I think about it, it does kind of apply to me. Do people not love me because they don't get me? Should I make my heart and mind more accessible to the outside world? Ehh.. Nah, go suck yourself. lol. I'd rather have people hate me for who I am instead of them loving me for who I'm not. I couldn't be anymore truthful in saying that. Be yourself and learn to love life.I think I'm kind of freakishly awesome. If you don't, you can lick a homeless dudes ball sack. Bonne nuit!

Today, my name is Silence.

Don't talk. Just listen.
I hate that people rarely ever listen and I'm not talking about being stubborn. In many cases it's better to just stop talking and listen to your surroundings. Feel the air, take a breath and relax. I know too many people who are too stupid to see something that's happening right before their eyes because all they do is talk. Stop getting caught up in the world and really take some time out to notice whats going around you.
Why must you concern yourself with the latest gossip? Stop being so fucking nosey and move away from it. That's how people get themselves caught up in bullshit that has nothing to do with them. - Hear no evil.
I know it's funny as hell to look at people sex tapes and various other forms of people getting exposed and embarrassed, but stay out of it. - See no evil.
Last but not least.. S T O P T H E F U C K I N G B U L L S H I T. Why do people find that it's their place to inform who ever of what ever they hear and see? I don't understand it. Leave people alone*.. lol. Got damn! - Speak no evil.

*F.Y.I for you fuckers, I don't talk people's business. I make fun of them. There's a difference. For instance, there's this chick [who will remain nameless] and she reminds me of Beetlejuice.
Ughh... I wonder if water will fix that.