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EVERYONE GO TO THIS WEBSITE:
(Just click on the link, even though it doesn't look like a link..)

freewebs.com/thosecrazybtownpeeps





Everyone please meet CASEY!







Normal Profile:

My name's Casey Noelle Schwind, I'm 16 years old and my birthday is June 27th, 1989. Yes, I added the year in case you couldn't figure it out. I've been riding horses since I was less than a year old, obviously not by myself when I was a baby, but yeah. I used to compete all around the east-coast, now I'm strictly showing NJ/PA/NY just because it got to be too expensive and my dad left when I was 7, so it was pretty much down hill from there on the money end of things. I still love to show horses and I have 10 (soon to be 11 because Molly is pregnant) of my own, and we have one boarder. I show Western Pleasure, Huntseat (English Pleasure), Open Jumping, Hunter over fences, and Dressage. I know it sounds like a lot, but I have the horses to do it. My horses are Cowboy (Western Pleasure, national points, Dressage (don't ask), Charlotte (huntseat, hunter o/f), Sunny (trail rides), Lucky (trail rides), Bliss (open jumping, english pleasure/eq, Dressage), Dylan (Driving), Doc (Driving, Halter colt), Star (Driving, at stud), Molly (Halter mare, pregnant), Amber (Halter filly), and soon to be Stuffy (the foal that's kickin' around in Molly's tummy.) The boarder's name is Abby and she's my best friend's horse. I've been riding bulls since I was 14, and I started at the Sankey Rodeo Schools ( www.sankeyrodeo.com ) in Penrose, Colorado. I love it there... I'm so going to live there when I get the money to go. I have a bull of my own... I bought him when he was 4 days old and was going to be sent to a slaughter house. He's only a year old so I haven't ridden him yet, but pretty soon I will. He's really cuuuute. Lets see... When I'm not working outside, riding, making hay, or cleaning stalls, I'm either swimming in the pool or sitting inside on this thing. I never go to anyone's house because I can't leave the farm because I have so many responsibilities here. (Not a complaint.) I love working and I love being with my horses and my bull. If I want to see my friends, they will just have to come over and deal with the fact that I probably can't go over their house that often. If you wanna check out my farm, the site is: www.freewebs.com/sunsetfarm The site is still under construction so bare with us. Anyways.



I love my best friend:




Me and Laura!



I love my bull and Cowboy more than anything in the world:













Not-So-Normal Profile:

I'm a small-town girl who's actually from a small town. My name's Casey, people who love me (and I'm not saying that as a brag-word, I'm saying it as love) call me Cas. My dad used to call me KK... I don't know where on earth he ever got that from... Then he jumped off a bridge. Not an actual bridge of course, just the bridge of fatherhood. ... That's an actual bridge. A bridge between his heart and mine. Anyway, there are few people who I can love in this cynical world, and one of the few is my mom. It's hard to picture my life moving on without my mom in it with me. When I think "My Life" I can never erase her out of that picture. She's always there. I have everything any sixteen year old girl could ever want, and she's made all my dreams come true. She never laughed at me when I told her I wanted to ride bulls. She was the only one that ever took me seriously, and made it a point to get me out west for a school. She took time off of work and her schedule for me to do something fun, because she knew I was serious about it. I don't understand how I can be so bitter towards her sometimes... it makes me so upset, and I never have the balls to apologize. After we almost lost her in January, I've tried my best to turn around and love her for the incredible woman that she is. It's now all coming to realization that she's not going to be around much longer, and she will die young, and I'm going to be partially to blame. I can't let that happen.

Me and myself is a never-ending battle... I can love myself so much, and love life so much that it's like a natural high, and in a split second I can switch to loathing myself so much that I could fucking kill. We're not talking homocide, here. ...On the topic of love... I miss it. I miss it terribly and I'd give anything to feel it. I don't want to feel it. I don't want to grow up, and I don't want to feel love. ...That was a total lie, I'm just keeping myself from feeling it, or allowing myself to feel it.

I don't like it when people tell me they hate me. Even if they're just joking around. I don't like it at all, and I get a sick feeling in my stomach, and don't let this sound "emo", but in my heart. I hate it, and it's one of the few feelings that just grosses me out. I don't like fucking up, and I don't like it when people say "Oh my god! I HATE you!" then they laugh and carry on like we're best friends. I don't... dig it... but I go along with it anyway because I shouldn't care. ...but I do. I hate it. ...I hate it.

Sure, I'm a redneck, yeah, I live on a farm, spare me, I'm the most down to earth, easy going, fun "redneck" you'll ever meet. Not hick-ish at all. I'm headstrong, it's kind of rediculous... I always have something to prove. Who said this blurb was supposed to state good qualities?

I love photography and I like taking pictures of single persons. One of my favorite pictures I've ever taken was of a little boy fishing by himself at a local lake. I love seeing innocence in pictures, I love seeing hope and happiness in the darkest things. I can't picture my life ending. I can't picture me leaving the world that I love so much, so for now we'll say that it's not going to happen. I occasionally live my life in denial like that.

I get angry when you send someone a message on myspace that you really meant and would expect a response back, and you check your sent messages and they've read it and moved on. That's always bothered me. I can just picture someone like.. shrugging "Eh, whatever." and continuing with something else. Reminds me of big egos. I hate people with outward egos. I'm not going to deny, I have a disgustingly large ego, but it's well brought up. I'm one of the only female bull riders in the state of New Jersey, I've got national points under half of my horses, I've got an incredible score sheet for this (and most every other) show season, and I've got more than any girl should ever have. However, I'm not a stupid cunt about it like that. I mean, please, I've gotten messages saying how amazing they thought I was because of my bull riding and stuff... even if they type like "0Hh MaH GoShh!!11!! ThaTzz So0o Cooo0ol!!LolLz!!" I still take the time to respond back and thank them because I'm not ignorant, and I'm proud of myself, and I really am thankful for someone who notices.

I don't like it when people list 500 bands that they "listen to" ... Just because you heard one song and it's a catchy tune and then you never hear from them again doesn't mean they're a band you listen to. I've heard a Mozart song, and he's not my thing. Come on people, realistically speaking, DO YOU ACTUALLY LISTEN TO CATCH 22? I listen to Catch 22. I have a freakin' CD. No, I don't like them very much, so they're not on my list.

Myspace "Whores" (If you will) bother me because some of them seem to be so stuck-up. I can't count the times I've sent a message or something and they either A) Don't respond or B) Respond really rudely ... The cynisism in this world is borderline outrageous.

Let's do a big jumble of random facts about me. My birthday's June 27th. I have 11 horses. I own a bull, he's not for meat... I have a computer in my room that I don't use. I don't know why. I have an old 80's TV with the little dial thingy in my room. Pretty rad. I have a horse show almost every weekend, and my friends hate me for it because they never get to see me. ...Oh well. I wet the bed until I was litterally in like... 3rd grade. No joke. I'd piss everywhere. Piss piss piss. I have an abundance of relatives that I talk to just enough that it's awkward when they come to see me. I am addicted to food, which is why I'm 20 pounds heavier than I should be. Fat lard. I don't drink nearly as much as I used to. One night totally and completely changed my view of alcohol. I smoke occasionally, not enough for me to say "Yes, I am a smoker." ... because I'm not. And I'm not proud of being an "occasional smoker" either. I pick up carnies. ...Well, they pick up me. I've been in extremely dangerous situations with them, like when I stay overnights the week of the fair. I'm a little more flirtatious then I should be... but I know what's taking it too far. I am big on photography and poetry. My dad (Dave Schwind) is a poet and has two books... I guess I sort of got it from him. I love to write, wether it be a story, poem, or just a bunch of thoughts... I'm always writing or typing something. I don't really drink regular soda... I can deal with regular Sprite, but I'd rather not. I'm natuarally blonde and I didn't like it at all because my eyebrows were a little darker than my hair so I've been brown/red/black for the past couple years. I used to be really pretty... Even like 4 months ago I wasn't half bad. I don't know what happened to me. I rarely go out in public... I rarely go out, period. I just don't go out. I'd like to. Most of my time is spent at home with my horses... I work at least 5 horses daily, hour long sessions. I'm homeschooled, which is a better environment for me now. I was in public schools until about March of this year, when I couldn't handle it anymore and my mom pulled me out. I'm too co-dependent... which is why I need someone.

I don't have a sense of reality.

I think you should IM me...

IM me on: Its4AMx

...yes, very catchy, Senses Fail lyrics. Don't IM me if you're an ignorant twat that just wants codes and such. I don't like you.





More pictures of me to tickle your fancy:





Left to Right: Laura with Amber, Me with Dylan, Sara with Doc... All my horses, taken at GSMHA triple judged horse show.





I'm cool.

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