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Attention lovely Myspace peoples:
I'm back from camp. Haha. And now I'm legal on myspace. Bizzah?


I hate it how the number of people on my friend's list far exceeds my number of picture comments. ...Okay, comments in general. I love sneezing, it's orgasmic to me. I could sneeze all day. ...You know, that's probably deadly. Good. See, Kirk sneezes three times, always. I only sneeze once, sometimes twice if I'm really feelin' lucky. I cut my own hair. You will not catch me paying 20 bucks to get my hair cut when I have a pair of perfectly good scissors sitting in my underwear drawer. I'm weird. I love sideburns. Fuck that, I love facial hair. ...anyway. I fear sounding obsessive when I like or want something. Which is why sometimes I sound like I don't really care. or... whatever. It sucks. I suck at life.


Okay. I am... Casey Noelle Schwind, as far as I know, the first. No, Casey wasn't a punkrocker, nor was she a ballet dancer. ...Wait! She was a ballet dancer! Only for a couple years. When I was little. Gah, that reminds me, I wore the cutest little gold tu-tu for my first perfromance... So sexy. Anyways... I'm 16. If you can't handle that, suck it. ...To be so blunt. My birthday is June 27, 1989. If that doesn't tell you I'm illegal, I don't know what else could change your mind. I live on a farm in Hope, technically Blairstown, NJ. We've got 10 horses, a bun bun, a bull, 150, give or take chickens, a handful of guinea hens, a handful of bigass geese, 6 dogs, 3 cats, 3 birds, 2 bearded dragons, and... oh, 3 rather large tanks of fishies and starfish. Uh, what else? I've been riding horses all my life, and I compete almost every Saturday and Sunday from April until October... I ride in Jackpot Rodeos for bull riding... I started bull riding in April of 2004 at Sankey Rodeo Schools in Penrose, Colorado. So, me being a late starter, I'm a little behind than most 15 year old bull riders. I'm getting there, though... Now I'm raising a Holstein bull calf to use as practice... You can see pics of him on my Webshots... he's a doll. I love him. I'm also beginning practice sessions every Friday at Edgewood Valley Farms in Nazarath, PA. If you go to my webshots, you can see pictures of me riding. My greatest role models are Ross Coleman, Mike Lee, Jerome Davis, and Paulo Crimber. I think Paulo's great cause he really has a lot of heart and he came into the game focused and ready and it was worth it for him. I love watching bull riding, going to rodeos, showing my horses, and roping my bull calf while hes still little. As for my personality, I'm a fairly respectable person if you get on my good side. If you're ... blatantly dumb, cocky, rude, disrespectful to anyone, obnoxious, bland, or shy.... I probably won't like you very much. I'm actually a lot more sensitive than people precieve me to be, and I cry so easily that it's rediculous. ...Sucks. If ever I'm frustrated, or feel that I've failed in making myself or other people happy, I'll cry like an emo child. I don't like seeing other people hurting or upset... that's the worst feeling in the world, especially if you did it to them. Intentionally or not. The end. Love me.



I get picked on a lot for some of the things I write in my online journal cause I sound "too emo" or I "act" too mature... To clear that whole thing up, journals are meant for ranting and raving, bitching and moaning. That's what I use it for. Its... used... for everything. Not a second of my life is left out of my journal. I just figure... if I ever go wrong, I have my journal to figure out where and when I fucked up. I tend to do that often. Also just the words I use make me seem a little more... "mature" ? I have a wide vocabulary and the mind of a 40 year old poet. I dunno. I get it from my father. Who by the way is moving to North Carolina. ...South Carolina? One of the two. I don't know, I don't care.



I tend to be a tad of a perfectionist? I don't like things going one percent awry, it just bugs the crap out of me. Failure has never gone over easily with me, and I bring that into everything- relationships, work, play, bull riding, rodeos.... or to put it simply- living. I can't stand the thought of a failed relationship, so accordingly, I'm an extremely reliable person. No lies, all truth. Some people don't me being so blatantly honest, some do. Can't please everyone.



Lets see... what else can I tell you? Hm... When you're uncomfortable, I am. Do anything you can to keep me laughing and keep me talking. If you fade and get a little nervous, I'll get nervous. If... that... makes sense.



Also, I curse too much. I love my friends that I have because they don't try to change me for it. They understand that I'm a fairly angry child and fuckshitcockdammitmotherfucker is my way of ranting or expressing myself. If you can't handle that, either, I'm sorry. It's just how I am. Although, I can contain myself when needed, no questions asked.



I'm loud sometimes. I'm quiet other times. I like getting hurt, specifically by other people. I don't like being hurt emotionally, but physically, go ahead, hit me, lets see what happens. Which is why I'm addicted to going to shows now. (Not horse shows... like.. rock shows.) I don't like being in large groups of people I don't know. I don't like being in small groups of people I don't know. I don't like being with people I don't know. Then again, when I'm at a show and pushed up against thousands of sweaty people... I'm in heaven. I love it. I burp loud. I have multiple personalities. I'm the biggest tomboy like... ever. I dye my hair too much. I have really long legs. They're like... spiders. I have a short mid-section. Sometimes it's long. It depends on the outfit. I have a really long neck too, and a sharp face. I don't like snakes, but I still look for them and keep them in cages until they die of accidental suicide. Like today. I'm habit-forming. People tend to flock to me. I like you if you don't have a number in your screen name. Hence LcaughtFLre. But that was so yesterday. I don't like people who substitute letters with other letters or numbers. Kind of like my screen name. Which is why I don't like myself much. I don't like sweaters. I saw the 50 Cent video, and I saw the girl dip the apple into chocolate. It's possible. I have few friends, but I love them all dearly. Shall I name my closest ones? Ricky, Josh, Josh, Dan, Katie Ferg, Brielle, Laura, Sara. ...Notice the majority is dudes. Have I mentioned I'm a tomboy? Jeeze, I really am. I wear sunglasses a lot. I get a farmer's tan in summer. I will never go tanning. I'm afraid of cancer. Cereal also scares me sometimes. Sometimes outdated things freak me out. The future freaks me out. You freak me out. But only sometimes. I can be really random, especially on the phone. Ask anyone. It's bad. I have a short attention span most of the time, unless it's important. I cry for no reason at least once a week. I've never broken a bone in my body. Wait. Lies. I broke 3 bones in my foot when my horse stepped on me last year. Yeah... I'm in love. I don't like cocky people. Or slow printers. I bite my nails hardcore. I have like ... no nails left. I wish you could see it. The paint on my nails normally consists of 10 different chipped up colors. I like to bite my polish off. If I could eat with one instrument for the rest of my life, it would be a spork. I bite. A lot. If you can't handle that, don't talk to me. Don't send me a friend request. Because I will, at some point, for sure... bite you. Shoes interest me. I won't wear just any pair of shoes. I'm picky. I generally go for the cheap ones. I'm addicted to tampons, and anyone who's had their period for over a year and doesn't use them needs serious mental help. I couldn't live without Tampax. Thanks, Matthew. Having your period sucks, by the way. It's a waste of time, and dumb. I want to get my tubes tied. ORGY! I always get a knot in my right shoulder. A long, strong massage usually helps. I have a hammock up on the hill connected with two trees. It's shady, but it looks over the sunset in the PM. It's a really nice spot. I've always wanted a trampoline, but my mom says if someone gets hurt, she's in trouble. ...Or something like that. I don't care, I just like to bounce. ...boobies. What? Yeah. I like boys. A lot. One day, I want to have a boy's babies. HA. Randomness. I want you to call me. I like to talk on the phone, but not with people who have nothing to say. So if you call me, talk to me. Don't just sit there.



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Likes:

Guys that are idiots in front of everyone else but get emotional with me.

Guys that feel they can open up to me.

Cell phones

Microwaves

Sleeping with guys. (no sex involved, just sleeping.)

When a guy needs me.

Being loved.

Home made cinnamon buns

Hugging and holding on.

Playful kisses.

Boys that aren't afraid to show me they love me.

Sleeping.

Rugrats macaroni and cheese

The little plastic things at the end of shoelaces.

Goofy boys. I love the goofballs.

Dancing with no music.

When he, whoever it may be, calls me up at midnight and says: "Sneak out with me. We're going to take a walk." ...and we do just that.

Getting dirty.




Dislikes:

Getting pills stuck in your throat, and not going away for hours.

Real macaroni and cheese.

Bands that sound the same as everyone else.

Guys that ask if they can hug or kiss you.

Guys that ask if they can dance with you.

Perverts.

Hard ice cream over soft ice cream.

Strawberry milk.

Getting poked.

Getting tickled.

Someones hand going down my pants.

Guys that won't leave you alone.

Guys that just want some.

Suprises.






Sit down, watch tv, let me come over and lay down with my head on your chest and my arms around you. Go ahead, play with my hair, you know I love it. Take me for a drive just to get out... even if we're not going anywhere, lets just drive. Don't suck my face, just give me a kiss on the forehead, it's much more romantic anyway. We don't always have to be talking, you know. It's okay, sometimes silence and actions breaks through better than any words ever could. You don't always have to be all over me. I know how you really feel. You're my best friend, remember? We both stand clear. Lets just be lazy. Yeah, lazy. Lets sit around and talk. Let's sit around and cuddle and talk about forever. Stay forever...