George

It was a dark and stormy night and Seraphina was frightened.Why did I insist on getting my own apartment?!She questioned herself.At 21, she was still afraid of the dark. And storms, obviously.She was at her wits end when she gave up and decided to call her twin sister who lived only a couple blocks away.Suddenly, the lights went out. Shocked, she screamed. Then, with a loud boom, The door was knocked down. Hysterical, she blindly scrambled for the bat hidden under the bed.
"Are you ok?" A husky male voice asked,"Its George."
Phew, George was the apartment's repairman.
"Oh thank God!" Seraphina exclaimed,"Are you turning the power back on?"
"Ugh, that would be impossible. Have you looked outside recently?" He said, in a tone that questioned her sanity."I'm actually here because my mother called asking me to check on
you."
"My door isn't connected to the wall anymore."
"Excuse me, you were only screaming bloody murder!"Grumpy that he had been called by his mother at  the bar, he grumbled some more as he bent over to pick up the door.
The emergency lights flickered on and she got  a good look at his buns. Nice, she thought. I wouldn't mind squeezen that.He had her door up in moments.
"So George, would you like some coffee?" She asked, a gleam in her eye.
"Sounds good." A little hesitant.
Ever since Desperate Housewives, George was a little nervous about working in the house when there was only a woman home. But Seraphina was gorgeous, and he wouldn't mind getting attacked but this pussycat. ;)
Poor oblivious George.
What he deosn't know now is that they will fall in love one day. =)

Mrs. Smith

I'm not really sure what the next blogging assignment was so I'm just gonna pretend I'm writing it right now because thats what I told my mom I was doing. Did that sentence even make sense? Meh. I don't feel like proofreading my sentences.
   I'm going to tell you a story about Mrs. Smith. Back in the day when she was in fifth grade, the movie, A League of Their Own, was being filmed in ***********. Her father was in charge somehow there and asked her if she would like to go and watch them film and possibly meet the stars. Some of them being Tom Hanks, Madonna, Rosie O'Donnell, and other well known stars that I couldn't name.
Mrs. Smith's response : "Dad, I have a math test today! I can't skip school just to meet some celebrities!!"
Poor Mrs. Smith...
   So this is my assignment. ;) Your my fav. teacher!!!

This was a letter I sent to my mom a while back =)

Dear Mother,

    I am sending you a formal invitation to read my blog. This blog is exceedingly delicious, gaurenteed to make you laugh aloud at the insanities and obvious untruths. Observe the absurd (and somewhat exaggerated) unfolding story that is my life, and it is my hope that you too will have as much fun reading this as I do writing it.

    Your daughter,

Cassie R. Wilkes

The Wallflower

Once upon a time, there was a dull, boring girl with no sense of fashion. She was super happy with her insanely droll life. One day, she got a call from Chad Blackwell, a very prominent business man and partner to her father's elctronic company. He was inviting her to the Pink Rose Charity Ball and Auction!!! To prepare, she called up the best designer in the area to dress her, then called the best beautician to fix her hair. This was going to be her big day. After the initial fluffing, they dressed her in a silvery stunning gown with no back and a form fitting-material that seemed to glide over her skin. It was time to show all those debutants and divas what she was made of!The Handsome Chad came to pick her up in his white limo. He seemed stunned by the tranformation.He opened the door like a true gentleman, and she gracefully walked to the door and slid into the leather seats and sat, her knees almost giving way. He got in next to her and smiled a movie star smile, giving her a flirtatious wink.She nervously picked off imaginary lint off of her gown, glad to look anywhere but at the prince charming sitting next to her. The ride there was fairly dull; the conversation about politics nearly putting her to sleep. She was not impressed with his knowledge of the dow or whatever he called it. After arriving they stepped out onto a carpet walkway with glamorous people stopping to answer questions question by famous TV shows and there handsome hosts. With her head down, she quickly walked to the entrance. After the bouncer checked off her name, he opened the door for her. She hesitated, looking around for Chad. He was far behind, smiling and talking into a microphone held by a ditzy looking red-head.She took a deep, deep, deep breath and stepped through the doorway. There were little groups standing around chatting and sipping champagne.Nervous, she looked around, hoping to find someone she might recognize. Suddenly, she saw her personal paperboy dancing with the Duchess of Sherringfeld. Mickey, as she called him, caught sight of her. He stopped in the middle of the waltz and swaggered over to her. 
"May I have this dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.
She accepted his hand, her eyes full of questions.
He laughed. As it turns out, he is her fathers boss and was only bringing her the paper to be nice.She forgot all about Chad as she got lost in his eyes.
to be continued....maybe...no...

Amelia

There once was a little girl, named Amelia, who had a terrible childhood. Her mother had run away when she was young and her father was constantly drowning his sorrows in a bottle of beer. So Amelia ran away to where the wild things live. They loved her and took care of her like her parents never did.Her father missed her terribly and then comitted suicide. She lived happily ever after...until her 16th birthday. She realized that she didn't fit in with the rest of her furry family. She decided to visit her hometown, hoping to remember something of her past family. Seeing her old house brought up feelings of misery and love lost. The smell of the magnolias quietly growing in the front yard made her  think of the many days working in the small, pathetic garden while her father whatched tv in a drunken stupor.With the threat of tears stinging the back of her throat she turned away, choosing to forgive and forget.Not wanting to be a dead-beat like her father, or a flaky teeneager like her mom was, she set out to earn her place in the world.She eventually became the president of the NWA. After she was firmly rooted in her career, she sought out a man and was soon married to her soul mate. They had two kids and lived happily ever after...for good!

A Walk To Remember

So my opinion is that the story about two different people falling in love, and then one of them dies. It's been overused and is a terrible cliche...please don't assasinate me Nicholas Sparks fans.

Ten Sure Fire Ways To Scare Off A Potential Boyfriend (while on a date)

10. Crack stupid jokes and laugh hystericaly at everyone of them.
9. Reply "No Way!!" to everything he says.
8. Act high-maintanance.
7.Pretend like your stupid.
6.Talk about your ex-boyfriends, especially your most recent one.
5.Tell him your a lesbian.
4.Talk about marriage.
3.Threaten him.
2.What baby names you think are the best.
1.Tell him you trim and collect you toenail trimmings, then ask if he wants to see your collection.

Bird

 Look at those animals! They are pale! Just one color all over. No feathers, no wings? Never have I observed such a strange thing! Soft and pink looking, they cover themselves with colorful things. Protection? Camoflouge?

Minding My Own Business

 So here  I am writing this post and minding my own business.  Today has been a long day and I can't wait to go home and pee. I can here Taylor listening to his music. The Beach Boys definitely have a unique sound.  None of them are hot, surprisingly. Not even one redeeming quality. Except for they're very impressive voices.I'm writing very short sentences....kinda like a simpleton. I'm going to make this one sentence impressively long while I show off my profound vocabulary in an incredably annoying way, with an heir of arrogance , and just a hint of narcisism. Or something.

Doctor

              So we are doing a free write. Apparantly, my idea to write about how beautiful I am was rejected. Why even ask us for our suggestion? Really? So for my free write I would like to write about my life. I was born on February 4th, in Nowhere, Somewhere. After living a perfect life for about two days after my eighteenth birthday, I was diagnosed with cancer. Then, out of nowhere, Jake Gyllenhaal found the cure. He was in love with me of course.
             After I was completely well, we went on our honeymoon in Delos,Greece. He has a beautiful mansion there. After settling down with one adopted child,  he became a successful doctor with his own practice. We then started a charity for orphans without thumbs called The Foundation For Kids Without Thumbs. Then he bought a yacht, naming it the Cassie, after me of course.

Sexy-Pops

I would just like to say that it is way more beautiful now so yeah. Vote for Me.

College

I feel very prepared for college and I can't wait to start. I think our highschool music programs have properly prepared me to be a music therapist.

Cold, Cold, Cold!

It is very cold out. Just last week, it was nice and warm out, and now, this!! Today was fairly eventful. In a good way. Sorta. Some good, some bad ;) I'm thinking about getting a divorce. Do you think if i tell all my juicy secrets, my blog will be famous? I don't know...Is it too soon to be thinking about prom? Will somebody answer my questions?!?! So I'm gonna have to drag out my winter clothes soon. And definitely tell my mom to take me shopping!!! I want some new clothes...So yeah...I have nothing to talk about I guess. And btw I'm watching the news and there were some HOTTIES on it. I'm at home and my brother just fell on me. Ouch.

I hate you!!

I'd like to dedicate this blog to all the idiots who ever offended me! No.! Would be my husband, No. 2 would be Dustin, who is an idiot, and No. 3 would be Chase, who is very, very, very, very evil!!!!! Now onto the blog question...I think technology is very helpful in school, and that all schools should have computers. So there.

Flea Market

Today we went to the Flea Market in Evansville. Right now I'm at my Aunt Beckie's, visiting with baby Ella.

Just One Of Those Days...

I don't title these enough...I'm bored...Facebook is boring. I really like using '...' things. They permit much more rambling than a very serious period. It's the end. A ... says theres more. Not to be deep on my silly and sometimes innapropriate blog for school... <-----Does this thing have a patent?

Alien Story For Bonus**

         The Little Alien That Couldn't

Once upon a time, there was a cute little alien. He decided he would destroy the world. He landed his cute little spaceship in the park, and pulled out his ray gun. Just his luck, there was a whole orchestra playing right there under his nose. He laughed a cute evil laugh. Then the glorious music reached his ears. He was so touched he cried, which is totally unheard of for an alien of his species. Putting his ray gun away- but not before vaporizing a stupid squirel - he got back into his spaceship and flew away.

So this day has been fairly boring....I'm sooo not ready for piano this evening...I'd like to make a shoutout to the idiots in 3rd period...I need a job. FML.

So the two girls next to me ------>
 might possibly be insane. Last night my baby cousin was born, Ella Sophia Mason. She is adorable and looks just like her big sister when she was a baby. I saw my brother last night and he still looks like a bum. Some other family dropped my but yeah. Anywhosles........I'm very happy with the way my new hairstyle turned out. I was fixing it differently and BaBam!!! Lol just teasing, it's not that great. I'm very unhappy about all the dead roses...I'm pretty sure they're all from my ex-husband Taylor....he just can't let go. So just so everyone knows, I so prefer the live rose...jerks..And those girls next to me, not mentioning any names, (Jordan and Charli) are still laughing crazily...Man, I sure do use a lot of  ' ... '. Is it hereditary? What? Banana?

Yes!!

He is so gorgeous, when he smiles at me with those dark molten eyes, I melt. So anyway, I just needed to post this.

Hello

Secret Love
Sir Kendrick leaned his head back against the door, relieved. There hadn't been a man in her room. He hated losing control like that.
  "Its not love!" He said aloud.
Given enough time, he was sure he could convince himself that...

So here goes...nothing. Hi Jordan. I see you ------>

Secret Love Part four
"Thats it!"  Sir Kendrick exclaimed, "I'm coming in!"
There was a great crash as Kendrick knocked the door in.
"Whatever could be wrong?" I asked, forcing a look of innocence in my eyes.
"I know there was a man in here!" He thundered, his face turning a mottled red.
"Oh pooh! Does it look like theres a man in here?" I questioned.
"But...I...nevermind...goodnight, my lady. " He said, accepting defeat.

So my mom just whipped out a sweater with a "horsey" on it. Anywhosles, I love Nutter Butters. Alot. So I'm having trouble with this piano song. My teacher, Professor Ford  is forcing me to learn cross rythmn. Shoot me.Not really. So the craziest thing happened. Nothing. Thats all. No story. I went to the Arts Festival and I was recruited with another girl to paint faces. Immediately, two little blonde girls walked up to our table. Eager to smear paint on childrens faces and choke them with the fumes from the colorful hair spray, I asked one little girl what she would like. She replied, " a cobra!". Well, crud. Whatever happened to balloons and flowers? Or maybe even a butterfly? So I picked up a fine point paint brush and painted a green squigley line, then added black dots for eyes and a shorter red squigly line for a tongue. Perfect. After smoothly tossing my jacket over the mirror, I said,"All done!"
"Can I see it?!" The little girl pleaded, unable to suppress her excitement.
" Uh, sorry, no mirror."I replied, regretfully.
My PIC looked over at me.
" This little girl wants a scorpion...what should I do?"She asked, incredulous. I laughed aloud. Those were some seriously disturbed little girls....

Yup

Yesterday was very busy so I'm definitely looking forward to a little r&r. Man I wish I was rich so I could go home and have the butler do my chores and homework. Then I wouldn't have to look for a job....So me and Taylor broke it off. He was just too stifling and over protective. You know how that goes.  I'm pretty sure he blogged about our break up. I'm just too afraid to check ;) Anyway I've moved on. There is a certain freshman that I like though. A year and a half isn't that bad...right?...Maybe I should hold out for a college man in the medical field...

Secret Love -Part 3

Arthur turned away in disgust. "Is there someone else?" He questioned.
"Uh...yeah...thats it, I...It's Sir Kendrick...So you had better leave quick!" She answered eagerly. So eager in fact, that she pushed him right off the terrace that he had climbed up. With a rope no less. How unromantic. They are supposed to climb up a vine....

Long Day

Today was VERY busy. First of all, school is emotionally wearing...Then, apparently mom told a bunch of old people at the nursing home that I would come and play for the. She mentioned this about ten minutes before I needed to be there. Lets just say that there was a lot of improv going on. Thank God for loss of hearing in old age. After pressing random keys and old people trying to shake my hand (and missing) I finally made it out of there...I'd just like to say that I missed my blogging buddy today...you know who you are ;). In other news...Nothing...

SECRET LOVE -Part 2-
  There was a knock at the door
" Is everything ok your Highness?" My loyal knight called.
"Uh, yes...yes, of course!" I replied nervously."You need to leave!" I whispered frantically.
" If you can look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me, then I'll leave."
" If  thats all it will take, then I wish you would have told me sooner!" I exclaimed, maybe a little too loudly.
"If you don't unbolt this door, I'm going to have to break it down!" Sir Kendrick called from outside.
       ...to be continued

I only have a few minutes...ohhh ....well here we go...I'll just make something up...
          Secret Love

  " I love you!" He said passionately.
 "Hush you fool, we can never be!" I whispered, afraid one of the guardsmen would hear us...

Ughh...

Jordan:  I love your face
Me: Thanks!
Jordan: Blah blah blah
Me: So...Erin is following my blog and she smiled at me today...I'm scared
Jordan: Ha! She doesn't hate you!
Me: I don't believe you...
Jordan: She just said so!
Me:  AAGGGGHHHHH!!!! I don't understand!!! Is she there?
Jordon: Yes...she says hello...

Jordan Was Here(:
So my mom looked at my previous blogs...Soooo.....Guess what? Its worse than a generic Nutter Butters but better than Twilight...hmmm....are you thinking about it? Could you tell me when you fugure it out? Sooooooooooo...I've really got nothin to talk about. Maybe I can talk about what I look for in a man. He has to be tall. He needs to take charge. The coloring isn't that important. He has to cherish me....worship me....He needs to have blonde curly hair...;) Yes it's you Taylor ;) He loves me =) Today is our monthaversery. Anyway....I don't really have much to talk about...So here it is....I really want some cheez-its...Also I'm wearing this organic deodorant but its now the end of the day and it really stinks. Like spicy BO...hopefully those roses up above will sweeten the smell.

Are you making fun of my blog? Well stop. >(     <----angry face.

Whoops!

Whoa. I was just in my first car accident. I hit a lady head on. She laughed it off because I barely scraped her car.I didn't get a ticket or anything. Thank God. But its not like I could hide it from my mom. She is the claims manager and her company just happened to insure both of us. Thankfully the officer was very nice. I was so ready to cry, but strangely I was very calm. I am so relieved. Do you know what I mean? Like my first accident is over and it wasn't that big of a deal. I don't know. I have to go clean a Bigg Swigg out of my car now.

Girard !

 Man, he is soooooooooo GOOD-LOOKING!. Anywhoosles...it turns out that I'm now addicted to blogging. Is blogging twice a day...is that wrong? Like, is it as bad as updating your Facebook status every hour? Nah, I don't think so. So its nice and humid out today.*Sarcasm* My hair really appreciates. I should write a book...I would dedicate it to Jordan.I hope she recieves this. Or reads it... (princessjordanlee.blogspot.com) So yeah...I was boywatching (not stalking) and I came across a most delectable specimen...unfortunately he was wearing a Hatchets t-shirt and I need to be true to my school. Hmph. Just kidding.

Oh YEEEAAAAHHH!

Today I am discussing baby making. But not about the' love making' part. We are going to get into the exact science of how the baby is formed in the ovaries.Not really. But how misleading was that picture!? Ha! I tease. After being ambushed with a proposal for marriage for the 20th (not exagerating) time, I was completely exhausted. I refused of course, for I am happily married to a person who shall remain anonymous...Taylor *cough*Any way, Jordan and I were just discussing inter-racial 'love making'. I can't say anything else or Mrs. Smith will flip. I hate not being able to drive. I need a job!!! I can't believe that no one would hire THIS!!!!

Tough Day

Blogging is more fun than I thought it would be. I've been job hunting all evening in Washington.  You have to be eighteen to apply at Ponderosa. I skipped into Burger King, hopes high. "May I have an application?" I asked cheerfully. "You apply online." She said. Oh...darn...Then, out of the blue, or possibly the twilight zone, a boy (whose name I will not mention) confessed his love for me. I'm not applying for Burger King, needless to say. My next stop was Papa Johns. Its so much nicer on tv than in real life...I stepped up to the cash register and a man, about 20, stared at me blankly. Is it wrong to think that young men wearing those silly, fake diamond earings are going to try to take advantage of me? Anyway, after I recieved the application and had left, I promptly tossed it in the trash can. Outside of the establishment of course. Well ima gonna visit some old folks in the nursing home.bye.

First Blog

Hello. This is my blog. My blog is perfect. Don't even bother looking for mistakes. Banana.My name is Cassie. I am Sixteen and I don't have a job. I was fired just yesterday. They wanted me to come in at five in the morning. I guess I set it for pm instead of am and so here I am...jobless...I called and Liz(my psycho coworker, also a convicted felon for tying soemone up and robbing a bank) answered, "Hello, thank you for calling Shoney's in Jasper, how may I help you?" Me," Do you want my apron?" Liz: *hangs up* I like to play piano and read about history. My career of choice is Music Therapist. Today in Creative Writing, I have to write a paper about an alien in the park during a concert after something really embarrassing happened...any ideas?