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.