...well anyway

I could attempt to explain what sent me into a spiraling psychotic episode, which made me post my last entry, but I really don't think any of it would make sense. Title and words were a Bright Eyes quote, you should check out that song because it's amazing.

It's sunday night. LET'S TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH I HATE EASTER.

^ that picture kind of looks like my dog. I thought that was awesome.

UNLIKE EASTER.

Okay so here's the deal with Easter. Easter is basically the day when everyone gathers around their happy Jesus campfire and sing Kumbija and throw Bibles at unsuspecting citizens on the street. Or, basically, a less awesome christmas.

Which is great. Unless you're an Atheist walking down the street.

Which I am.

I'm the hipster snob who looks strangely like House.

Every Easter sunday, my parents go all religious and are all like

and I'm like

and crawl in my room and write evil cryptic poetry about how God is secretly evil and Satan is doing the holiest work by torturing men for eternity.

Wow, that was super offensive. I kind of feel bad for that visual. If I were a christian, I would douse myself in holy water right about now. I wish I wasn't a sociopath and I actually felt guilt and regret. I am a horrible person, don't listen to anything I say.

Actually, I take that back. Listen to the things that I say when I'm in my right mind. I am not in my right mind right now at all, which I will explain a bit later.

(Sorry if I offended you.)

Anyway.

WOW IT'S GETTING LATE 9:44. That's late for me. You know what late for my parents is? 7:44.

Well, now I offended my parents at least three times. Look like the horrible child reward goes to me.

I should stop typing. But now I feel the urge to offend as many people as possible.

I really shouldn't do that. Only 5 people, including myself (whom I offend on a daily basis), read this blog. All of whom know me in real life. NOT COUNTING CREEPY STALKERS. I'm onto you guys though, oh yes I am...

But my point is, they could all gang up on me and beat me up. Shove my head in the toilet. Throw me in the dumpster.

I'm imagining Mr. Mitchell doing all this and laughing pretty hard. Probably because I keep having weird dreams where I'm hiding in his "apartment" with some strange lumberjack character and he always looks so creeped out all the time, even though he doesn't know we're there.

PROBABLY BECAUSE A TEENAGE GIRL AND A LUMBERJACK ARE HIDING IN HIS APARTMENT.

Well now I've officially creeped out Mr. Mitchell and got myself into a laughing fit. (it's funny because it's all completely true)

I'm going out of my mind.

I NEED SCHOOL WORK.

OH MAN, LIT ANALYSIS DUE WEDNESDAY. I COMPLETELY BLEW OFF EVERYTHING ON VACATION, WHY DID I DO THAT? WHY DO I ALWAYS DO THAT TO MYSELF?

...Oh right.

Same reason I'm going insane.

So here's why I'm having dreams about living in Mr. Mitchell's house, breaking into the school and setting off the alarm, and just freaking out in general:

I'm taking artificial hormones.

Sounds like a death wish, right? It is. I've been absolutely out of my mind for the last 6 days because doctors exist and want me to be healthy. I won't go into details. All you need to know is I'm currently voluntarily supplementing myself with everything that sucks about being a teenager.

I HATE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE AND MY LIFE.

AND EVERYTHING.

ESPECIALLY YOU.

Oh I beat portal this weekend. I LOVE PORTAL. I WANT A COMPANION CUBE PLUSHIE. IT'S GOING ON MY WISH LIST. I NEED A JOB. Wow a lot of things are new in my life. HOLD ON, IT'S BULLETED LIST VI TIEM

• I'm not even angry.
• I'm being so sincere right now.
• Even though you broke my heart and killed me.
• And tore me to pieces.
• And threw every piece into a fire.
• And as you did it hurt because I was so happy for you!
• (I laughed at that verse, just to prove my utter insanity.)
• Okay so new things. Vacation is ENDING. Normally I enjoy vacations, but sometimes... They're just too long. How will I ever handle this summer? I have no idea. I NEED MY LICENSE.
  
• Need to make Volume 8. I keep putting it off and putting it off, but I think I found a way to make me more motivated. I'm going to call it, "volume 8, or, songs I hear that remind me of you" to add more creativity and get my juices going.
• Ew.
• I'm already aware that I'm a crazy person.
  
• Branching off of that, I'm not nearly as depressing as I seem to be at times. I just need to spend more time alone by myself in my own apartment feeding myself clothing myself and not being around people ALONE.
• While working because I mean really could anyone sit around and do nothing for their entire life? (Plus I need money.)
  
• Don't answer that question by the way. You'll lessen my faith in humanity.
• I find it strange that I enjoy christmas but despise easter. but I don't. Christmas is a lot different than easter. Christmas is just happy time, while easter is just religion time.
  
• Cassie does not like religion.
• Cassie likes happiness.
• But not religion.
• I heard a sermon guy talking on my parents' computer taking about how the Romans who killed Jesus aren't human beings and I was like whaaat?
• That confused me but I laughed.
• Because I laugh at everything.
• I know this blog is really long. Sorry. Words are spewing out of everywhere.
• Ew.
  
• I actually kind of like this bulleted list thing. I could do this for my entire blog.
• Blog of bulleted list.
• Bulleted blog.
• bulleted frog.

Yep.