Cassia Stories

I come from a very entertaining past. My friends and I would spend all of our free time in full roars of gut splitting laughter. We would do ridiculous things. We made news broadcasts, silly pictures... bunny tales. You name it. It was fun. On top of all these things, I would sometimes be the butt of the joke when I would tell my infamous "Cassia Stories". Theses stories are pointless with no absolute meaning what so ever. They were so bad that in grade nine my science teacher banned me from telling stories. To this day I still cannot tell a full filled story. But they do make for amazing jokes.

"One time my brother built a snowman in the driveway and I told my dad to run over it but he didn't" THE END :)

Mondays you don't have to do anything

I know how it is. I used to be one of them. Struggling to open your eyes. Hitting the alarm clock 5 or 6 times before dragging your half asleep corps out of bed. Desperately hoping by some fluke, school would be cancelled, work would be postponed or the Zombie Apocalypse would hit. Mondays are the worst. It is the start to a very lonnnnnnnggggg week of work. The end of a luxurious lazy weekend. I used to dread Mondays. My kryptonite. But I got lucky. This semester I was able to manage skipping Mondays. No school. Extra long weekend. I lay in bed, listen to music. Get nothing done day. I love it. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, as much as we dread them. Don't worry I will be back to hating Mondays along with everyone else come next semester.

Halloween.

I love Halloween. I love haunted houses. I love its fake scariness. I love everything. Mostly I just love to dress up. My costumes have ranged from Dinosaur all the way to Spice Girls. The exception of a bumble bee for 3 years in a row. I am not proud of my decision, quite frankly, repeating costumes is pathetic. There is no spirit, no fun don't you think? Well any way, this year I had no idea what to be. I lost my way and my creativity was sub par. I don't like being anything "pretty" or above all anything slutty. Many girls find it as an excuse to dress slutty-- not my idea of fun. We had Elton John, Russel Brand, Smarty Pants, a cupcake pinata, a corps bride, Hot Rod and a dirty Mexican (who was indeed actually Mexican) I was cracking my brain trying to think of something cute/silly/fun. Then I found it. Beneath the pile of Sir Elton John and flash dance. A cow. WITH udders. Good right? Oh yeah and the udders said "Hi, milk me" on them . HAHA. Wonderful. UNTIL, I got to the party and found-to my dissapointment- another cow. WITH udders. OH well it is the price I paid for my unimaginative Halloween creation. Regardless I had a wonderful time and let's face it, no matter how hard we try to be a Corps Bride, we will always end up looking like Lindsay Lohan from mean girls. Ha, give her a break. It was her first Halloween. She thought it was amazing.