Blog #7

The muggy hot air presses down on me as I drive past my old small school. The place I grew up in has changed so much sense I’ve been here. It's been nearly four years I last been in Ontario. Construction sites are everywhere, new highways are being built, and new restaurants that haven’t been there before are now up for business. I drive past where my old house used to be and there is now a new family living inside with a red sports car parked outside. The faces here are different; no smiles, laugher or emotion, their all blank. As I text my friends we meet up at the mall. This mall is full of memories; some funny, sad and even scary. My friends and I walk past my favourite store growing up. It looks the same. My friends haven’t changed, their still crazy, funny, and the same friends I once loved. We walk around laughing at pointless things like we always used to do. It’s getting late and we head to the movies. We walk in and the movie theater is huge! There are twenty-seven movies playing tonight, we have a tuff time deciding on what to watch. We end up picking the funniest one and head towards the room. We settle down into our cozy seats and prepare ourselves for a night full of laughter. My friend threw a piece of popcorn at the back of a strangers head and ducks down, we all started to giggle. The movie soon finished and now it’s time to head home. We take the city bus back and say goodbye to each other. I walk home from the bus stop and it’s not dark because of all the city lights lighting up the streets. I come to my Aunts home and eat dinner with my family I missed so much. We stay up late catching up, and watching family videos. My mother told me it’s time to go to bed and takes me to the guest room to say goodnight. There’s no other place I’d rather be then with my family and friends back in Windsor, my hometown.

Blog # 6

Everyone is gone. The only person here is me, myself, and I. When I get these times, I enjoy every moment of it, well, almost. The house is quiet, and I get to do what I like, blare the music till I can’t hear my own voice, mostly because I don’t want to hear my own scratchy voice, dance around like a complete idiot, or laugh at absolutely anything, and when I say anything, I mean anything. Some people may think I’m out of my mind, and that I belong in a mental insatution, but I guess they don’t know my real personality. When I get time to myself, it’s more of a hyper hour. After my sugar rush has past, I like to cuddle with my puppy, and watch a movie off of Netflix he`s my movie buddy. Later on if I have time, I love to put on a facemask and act like a total girl. If I have the energy, I’ll do my nails, and find new make-up ideas off of YouTube. Sometimes it can get scary having time to myself home alone, sometimes I hear really scary noises and things close by their selves. Not a fun time. When that happens, I just turn the music up even louder. Ayyyy ;)

Blog #5

Over the break, Kaiya and I had a "non-stop" sleepover at each other’s houses, it was one hyper week. When Kaiya and I get hyper, some people would be embarrassed to call us their friends, but that’s another reason why I love her! She’s calm at one moment and more hyper then a little kid with candy the next! One night we stayed up to five in the morning doing random things and saying the funniest stuff, that in our case, made complete sense, but we were so tired we didn’t know what we were saying but we said whatever came to mind. That’s what I love about friends, you can be yourself around them and they will still call you their friend. Kaiya’s little sister Ty, scared me and chased me screaming while Kaiya sat there on her laptop acting like everything was fine. You got to love friends. One morning we were bored and thought it would be funny to watch this video called “The Stanky Leg” on Youtube. It’s basically a dance that always makes us laugh. We tried to do it, but ended up proving that we could not dance, at all. You have to rotate your ankle and your leg at the same time, but having “swag” at the same time. After we watched that and had a good laugh, we saw a video in the side bar. It was called “The Official White Girl WOP”, and we decided to click it and hopefully have a good laugh. Well turns out, we ended up learning it, and taking a video of us being goofballs. We laughed so hard we wanted to post it on Facebook, which we did. We might have made complete fool out of ourselves, but it was so fun that day, I could actually care less about what people thought. For the other couple of days, we just sat around laughing at weird things and relaxed in sweatpants wearing no make-up, I absolutely love doing that with my friends! Actually, I just love being with my friends. Period. :)

Blog 4

It had to be perfect, the hair, the eyes, everything. After five minutes of hard work of scribes, my so called "masterpiece" was finished. I remember feeling so proud of my work I couldn't wait to give it to my mom. I ran into the living room where I found her watching television. "Mom! Look what I made you!" I said with pride. "thats you!" I squeaked as I pointed to a stick figure with short scribbled on hair. "And right there... That's me! We have matching t-shirts on." I remember looking up and seeing her confused face smilingly and hearing her say "its perfect" :) I was thrilled! Perfect was what I was going for. I felt so good and proud I could draw tons of new "masterpieces!" Well, just recently my mom and I were cleaning out our storage space under the stairs, guess what I found! I found a box full of all my wonderful scribles, paintings, and who knows what the other things were. The box had writing on it that read: "pride and joys 2003-2007" I was curious to see what I drew, I opened it and pulled out a big blue book with glitter and jewels glued on it. I slowly opened it to find doodles of me, my family, and my pets, along with scribbles I could not figure out. Memories filled my head with smiles and the days in kindergarten. Finger painting with pudding and drawing our alphabet for the first time. On most of the pictures that I drew I spelt my name wrong.... I guess I was still learning that my name had two s's and a y at the end not a i or e I spelt it "casidie" I kept going through it all. Loose papers and stickers fell out. I put the book away just before seeing a wrinkled up piece of paper on the side. I pulled it out and straightened it out. It was dated Feb.17.2003. It was the picture I made for my mom! We had matching shirts on and my mom had messy drawn hair. There was writing on it that said "mom, luve you xoxo" in writing I could JUST read. I showed my mom. "its perfect." she smiled. :)

Blog #3

You can feel your heart pounding. You look at your hands and you notice that their nervously shaking. You think to your self, is this actually happening? Everybody beside you is screaming in joy, or maybe sometimes in fear, this all depends. You feel a tough jerk forward, and your eyes widen. You look up as you begin to lean back while you reach the top. There's a strange ticking noise. "tick, tick, tick."  it stays at a steady pace. As you look down allllllll the way down, everything seems to get smaller and smaller. Your at the very top. Suddenly the ticking noise stops! You grip onto your seat for your life. Next thing you know, your flying threw the air, cold gushes of air run threw your hair. Everybody is screaming and laughing while they zip threw a dark tunnel. the pressure of you going so fast is pressing against your chest, it begins to get hard to breathe. Going upside down, twisting, going up, going down, every direction your can imagine. As you might have guessed, you just went through a roller-coaster experience. I've been on many! For some reason i always love the adrenaline you get! Sometimes its because of fear, or because your so excited. My palms start to sweat, and my heart rate increases its speed. To me, its more then a feeling, its an experience.

Blog #2

      Have you ever been stuck in a situation on the Internet before, like maybe you forget your password for an important account? Then you think it just because your computer is being stupid. So you hit it, thinking that it will magically remember your password. Well, that we me yesterday, it would NOT work! so me trying to be smart, i smack it again. well that did not work.by then i was getting upset. I knew if i kept hitting it no matter what, it wouldn't have worked. personally i think we depend on the Internet and technology WAY to much. It wasn't my computers fault i forgot my password, it was mine. Then i thought to myself. "Well maybe if i hit it just one more time.." So, what do i do? I hit it. Did it work? maybe? PLEASE? Nope. Now that i look at it, its actually kind of funny. We hit things hoping that they will solve our problems, but really, all it does is make you more upset and impatient. Maybe i did learn a lesson after all; write down my password next time...