If you knew me, you'd know that I wish, more than anything, that I wasn't one of the five juniors in our class- that I wish I was a senior. That I wish I could grow up and leave and get out and hopefully, not visit Utah County any more than I need to.
If you knew me, you'd know that I love pineapple ice cream and Mary Higgins Clark's books and boybands and this class, even though I might not show it.
You'd know that I like instrumental music and risque music and music that makes me feel something. You'd know that I've played piano for almost ten years, and for about eight of those years, I wanted to quit more than anything, and I'm just now starting to appreciate the talent. You'd know that I play music in my car way too loud, and when I pick up the elementary school carpool, adults give me dirty looks for blasting 2011 Justin Bieber. Music is important, basically.
I love photography. I love being able to capture a moment, and for some reason, I love the way I feel with my camera around my neck.
I love dogs, old people, and snow cones. I love my job (even though it SUCKS) and for the most part, I love the people I work with. I've got it pretty good, guys.
I love scary movies and San Diego and swimming with dolphins and laughing so hard that my head starts to hurt. I love the summer, and I love getting to sleep in, and I love having plans for the weekend. I love good grammar.
I love when people text me first.
One thing I don't love? This reveal. (Sorry, Nelson, but I almost boycotted). This is more scary to me than writing the first post, because at least then, nobody knew it was me. But I've written personal stuff on here for a good few months now, and now I'm supposed to tell you all who I am, and let you judge me, and that basically terrifies me.
I care waaaaay too much about what people think.
You'd know that I hate being in pictures, that I hate the way I smile, and maybe that's why there's only three pictures of me on my phone. You'd know that I hate judge-y people, I hate slow drivers and eight hour work shifts and grumpy people.
If you knew me, you'd know that my real name isn't Charlotte Rose, obvs, though it's a pretty name and it's done me a huge favor.
My name's Cassidy Atwood- Cassy for those who know me. Nice to meet you.
Thank you, Charlotte.
"If you truly knew me, you'd know that I hate being 'the girl that always sits in the same spot, the girl that doesn't share much and doesn't talk much', but I'm too afraid to change it."
ReplyDeletehey, me too.
you seem super great
i think we would get along really well
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ReplyDelete"I care waaaaay too much about what people think."
ReplyDeleteI hear you.
I love how much you're getting out of this class. And you might be a junior, but cw2 next year?!? Yeah!
And I hear you about the reveal. I hear you.
I've only talked to you a couple of times in class but you're super nice and you seem like a really cool person, thanks for commenting on my blog and the part about blasting music, sammme I think it's the best way to listen to music
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