Post by hannah india hollis on Aug 21, 2010 21:21:14 GMT -5
IT'S CAZI, BITCH
ARE YOU HERE WITH ME LOOKING OUT ON THE DAY OF ANOTHER DREAM
ARE YOU HERE WITH ME LOOKING OUT ON THE DAY OF ANOTHER DREAM
heyyyy, my name's casimir, but you might want to call me cazi, pronounced like kamikaze without the 'kami'. (: i'm sixteen years old and i'm going to be a junior at this one high school in this one non-existent town in massachusetts. i'm 5'4" and weigh x amount of pounds and i love gorillaz. (the virtual band, not the animal, though apes are pretty cool too, i guess.) i love food, but the food i love is getting pickier and pickier, which is a funny phenomenon, considering i used to inhale anything in the world and now i'm starting to just flat out hate things. lalala. i love music, photography and cool shit like that. i'm running out of things that i like because i'm more of a person who can pinpoint stuff i hate more than stuff i love.
i hate the top 40, hypocrites, lasagna, into the wild by jon krakauer and any other books on my summer reading list except for lies my teacher told me. i hate dumbasses, i hate tap water, the color red and arguing with my grandmother. bitches make me wanna kill them and love doesn't exist. unless guys are gay, they're not normally worth my time and strawberries taste disgusting. i won't eat cake or cupcakes unless they're chocolate, and even then i'd prefer the frosting. i won't eat scrambled eggs unless i make them, and limewire is my best friend. school shopping is my favorite time of the year, but i only like getting school supplies because i'm weird like that. i have a fetish for notebooks and i collect them. i write millions of stories that i never get around to finishing, and i love guys in makeup. i hate driving because i hated learning to drive and it brings back bad memories. the dentist makes me nauseous, but the doctor is fine on my watch. i sleep rarely and dream often and sometimes forget to do important things. i don't trust people much and it's easy to make me hate you. betray my trust and i probably won't do much, but you're screwing all the new people i'm meeting over because you just fucked up my trust levels, so congratulations.
i hate a huge portion of the people in my family, but i love them, if that makes sense. i want to live in kansas or south dakota, or maybe texas again when i grow up because i love the sky and i'm sick of the ocean and forests. there's nothing sexier than any kind of accent, and if a guy doesn't have dark hair: forget it. i have four piercings in each ear and my eyebrow's pierced once (soon to be twice if i get bored enough) and i hate septum piercings. just don't do it. you look like a cow. i coach youth cheerleading and i normally do cheerleading, too, but probably not this year because i don't think we found a couch. i love mock trial because arguing makes my world go round and spring track sucks balls and you should totally do it, too. i'm soon to be working at dunkies, so come visit me and i'll make you something disgusting just because i can.
so come visit me. i'll make you wish that you never did.
i'm taking ap english and ap history next year, so i have no idea how screwed my gpa is. my favorite colors are orange, yellow, blue and silver and if i could be a greek goddess, i'd be artemis, minus the lesbian-ness and abstinence. i love to write and bill kaulitz is my rape buddy and i think i'd like to experiment with bondage if he were to be involved (aha, jk?) but regardless, he's the celebrity i'd like to have sex with. or mark wahlberg. i'm a deadset atheist, but occasionally you'll find me talking to god, if only to talk to anyone and if i just said i was talking to myself i'd be locked up, so i just kind of refer to myself as god and hope no one questions me. i commonly like to refer to myself as jesus, and i play the sims 2 because my god complex needs an avid workout every couple of days so that i don't get out of practice for when i rule the world.
i think that's it. and more than you ever wanted to know about miss casimir.
love and rockets,
cazi
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