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. :)