so aside from my creepy choice of pictures.

I really need to start writing more words and less pictures.

A picture's worth a thousand words, Mr. Mitchell. A THOUSAND.

I wonder who said that.

Fred Barnard. The origin of that phrase is actually quite interesting. Read it here.

Well anyway. Guess what? I have boy problems. Aww, I just said something gross without meaning to. Embarrassment embarrassment embarrassment. Not on here, out loud. It was really embarrassing oh my gosh. I don't think anyone else noticed it though so it's okay.

Anyway, my boy problems. 20 million people are like, "CASSIE, GO TO PROM WITH ME OR I'LL KILL MYSELF."

WHY.

I just want to stay home and play Half Life 2. (I love half life 2.) Prom is too... prom-y. People being all dressed up and making babies in the corner and dancing to shiRty music.

Good news! I don't need to go to prom.

YAY!!!!