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So... I am a slacker. Maybe not, but this blog has been neglected. (Sorry!) I've been a little crazyyyyyy! Which means, school is a pain in my ass! I am just always oh-so busy, and it is tiring! What is this sleep you talk about?

On Wednesday night Em (click her!) and I were supposed to see the "Toy Story" double feature, but we missed it! So I spent my "one night out a month" at her house hanging out with her kitty and bunny. (I LOVE Bunnies!)

I have subscribed to 7 magazines for $55.

Alternative Press - 12 issues - $0

Cosmopolitan - 12 issues - $15

Glamour & Lucky - 24 issues (together) - $15

Seventeen - 12 issues - $10

Marie Claire - 12 issues - $5

Teen Vogue - 20 issues - $10

I may look into others, I'm not sure yet though.

You should read PopAwesome. Why? Because now I kinda work for them? I am a contributor, so I e-mail them random news stories and hope they post them. Don't worry, I'll save you some trouble and I'll post a link here for you to read.

I've been bad with my feeds recently. It's been over a month since I last read them. So tonight I decided to click all of them, not read them, and just start over so I can start reading again.

Today I decided I am going to try and write SOMETHING for at least an hour every day. I'm not sure what it'll be, so we'll see what comes of this.

I've kinda wasted a lot of time trying to find things to talk about, but as of right now, I don't have much to say. I'll just give you a bunch of pictures.

busybusybusy

I need to clean my desktop off... (iloveyounicholasbraun)

Friend!

Not only is the cat in a bunny cage, but that black ball on the left is the actual bunny. They were cuddling?

Too. Much.

She caught my eye on October 9th, 22 days before Halloween. How did I know she'd be my evil queen?

Story of my life.

I wish I looked like that.

Dear People not of the RVA804:

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This is where I lived for half of my life.

It is so true.

White rappers and all.

You're Welcome.

Love,

Cassandra.

Have I waited too long 2CU?

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Hey, I know what you're thinking, it's been a week and I haven't degraded myself or made fun of anything or talked about Joe Jonas, but my blogging has been regulated, and suddenly I have nothing to say. I guess it's the punk inside of me rebelling against authority.

My Brain: boysboysboysboys.

Last Thursday was the strangest day for boy behavior, but don't worry, I figured it out. There was a full moon on Friday. Apparently, boys are like dogs and get really weird around full moons. It's whatever. I have the giggles.

Believe it or not I do yoga. I enjoy the pain of a twist and I love pushing myself stubborn so I won't give up no matter how much my body shakes and I begin to sweat. I did yoga in my high school gym class as a sophomore and people were amazed at how well I could bend and twist, but it was normal for me. I was a crazy cheerleader in my past, so bending my body wasn't unfamiliar to me. I excelled in class, even lost some much needed weight, up until I hurt my knee and practically failed gym. But I started yoga again last spring semester and it has been amazing. Every Tuesday at 10 when I walk out of that dance studio I feel like the LIttle Mermaid when she first gets her legs. Today, with it's fall-like weather, reminded me of my favorite feeling included in yoga. When I started yoga again in January it was obviously cold outside, so I would fall out of bed at 8 AM and bundle up in my sweats and walk to the studio shivering. Once that studio door closes the room gets STUFFY really quick. Sure, we could open the windows but then the city noises aren't muffled anymore. When I roll out of corpse, ohm, and nameste and walk back outside - that cold air is the best feeling on my cheeks. I would walk out in the middle of freezing February without a jacket. The cold wind flushing my cheeks out and giving my arms and legs goosebumps was a reward for my yoga practice - I didn't give up today. This morning, I felt that. My body shook, I relaxed my jaw, I stayed calm, and I made it to the end. "Finding the place between comfort and effort." Feeling the fall breeze on my face with my hair flying back and whipping in the wind, it reminded me why I wake up at 8 in the morning to go to yoga.

On Sunday I started my new job - holy shit. I was tired and worn out but still excited. I'm not nervous or confused, but I don't know what's going on. Today I will walk in there and not know anything at all. It's weird. I don't know how to explain it, but I'm not worried I won't be good at it - eventually OCD will go into overdrive. All I know is that this job kicks my ass! I need like a full body massage, a bubble bath, and some chocolate chip pancakes.

It's kind of sad, but irony doesn't hang out with me. But I was given an irony from a friend in one of her classes. One of her classmates doesn't lock his doors at night because he lives in a safe neighborhood, but he sleeps with a loaded gun on his nightstand every night.

Favorite Day of the Week: Monday

Least Favorite Day of the Week: Wednesday

Longest Day of the Week: Tuesday

See, sometimes I look like a decent human being.

(It's only on Friday nights when I'm home alone)

rest yo tiny head on yo piddowwwwwwwwww

I would LOVE to argue with this, but I simply can't. I don't really listen to iTunes that much anymore and when I do it is mostly to rock out to Miley's new song "Party in the USA." It's so catchy and fun - Ali and I have a plan to get in his car and put the windows down, turn the song up RIDICULOUSLY loud, and sing at the top of our lungs. C'mon, if Ali loves a Miley song... convinced? Also, where it says "John Travolta" it is in reference to the "Hairspray" soundtrack. iTunes won't process it as that, it thinks Travolta is awesome apparently. Honestly, I am not ashamed of my music choices, this week is just a funky combination I find humorous. Maybe it defines me?

In other news, I have a very strange taste in men - if you are grumpy, older, and HOT... I'm sold. I've been sold a lot recently. But what's funny is the fact that it never amounts to anything. I'm like a 13-year-old girl dreaming about my favorite Jonas Brother or Backstreet Boy (Joe Jonas and Nick Carter). Also, people who are nice when you absolutely don't expect it is pretty attractive also. I think I am going to be a 13-year-old girl forever...

Interesting fact about me: I am learning Urdu. My BFF Ali is Pakistani and he is teaching me how to speak it. Last night I talked to his Ami on Skype. And if you're not careful, I will beat you with my dunda. :)

I am full of mother fucking win.

Oh! Bondage Up Yours!

So what is on my agenda? I have to read Jane Austen's "Emma." The whole damn thing tonight. 453 pages. Guess how many I've read? BINGO! 0! Yeah. I fail.

I don't know why I suck at reading but I do. So, I have the sparknotes and cliffnotes. I plan on watching "Clueless" and "Emma." Luckily, I have a 2L of mountain dew by my side (that I am not pouring into a glass) to help keep me going.

I can't wait to start my new job. And I can't wait to start my new job with Em! It's going to be better than the nonsense currently at the RitMar. Oh hey, it's rude and unprofessional to obsessively stare and whistle at a coworker you motherfucker.

I honestly don't have much to say right now. Nothing exciting is going on. I am still a freak and whatnot. So I am going to go chop my head off and read until my eyes bleed.

Goodnight.

Damnit! I don't have a picture!

Emma?

HOLY FUCK! BEST NEWS I'VE HEARD ALL DAY!

Maybe you don't understand how bad I NEED this.

there will be more added in the future...

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