sprekk

there's a hideous scratching noise coming from the room above. i reckon that it's just the pipes and all being rubbish, but it's still driving me mad. what's sleep paralysis? because i think i had that last night. well, whatever it is, i don't know if i'm really alive at this moment. anyway, i'll be hitting the books in an hour probably. last night.. well actually at two this morning, i watered my little crack-a-head plant and i was alice in wonderland for about thirty-one seconds. is it natural for plants to move on their own in the dead of night? no, i don't reckon it is, so i was alice. the end. at first, i named my baby plant bubble, but then i thought that it made him sound too fragile, which he is, but i don't like to think so. his name is mister sprekk hode, which means crack head in norwegian, but i call him sprekk for short. isn't that cool? wow. i love naming things. i used to name almost every non-human thing i loved, but now i don't love too many things. i love sprekk though. he knows me.

how am i doing today? why i'm glad you asked, sir. i'm pleasant, but really angry. i thought about ripping my face off for a half-second, but thought it too painful and messy. wow. you guessed it.. still working on my will power. i want to have the strongest will power in the world. maybe stronger than wonder woman, but i don't reckon that's possible. i want to be strong enough to make clones out of myself to beat myself up when i feel like i need a beating.

i just watched angus, thongs, and perfect snogging again. aaron johnson is so charming and his voice is adorable. his character, robbie, is just the perfect example of the boy i want to have my date with on pluto.

oh and when you see someone you fancy, tell them: "jeg elsker deg" and don't tell him or her what it means because they'll actually already know.

le plan

i need to study. i feel like i'm going to explode because it's almost midnight. but i drifted into a pleasant nap this afternoon while watching the telly. i really need to stop watching tv. i know that it's messing with me, but i watch it anyway. why do i do that? fuck's sake. oh, and that too. i need to stop swearing on impulse. and i don't understand why this is my third blog entry of the day. i just need to purge all my non-studious thoughts so that there will be room for spanish notes. i need a vacation. i've never had an actual vacation before. what's it like? i reckon it's wonderful. too bad i won't be taking any soon. i'm going to get a terrible job this summer at a smoothie place or something alike. i have my mind set on a trip to paris next year and i plan on paying for it myself. fucking paris, je t'aime!

new adventure

i've reached my limit. i don't think i'll eat anymore. it's not a matter of size, weight, or appearance. i think it's a lot more than that. if i'm going to get what i want, i'll first have to see if i can give myself what i want. oh but it'll be so much fun. i'll be sure to document a little each day, yeah? wow, what a plan. i mean, i've gone a few days without eating, but i'm ready for a much larger adventure. that's what i like to think of it. an adventure. oh and i don't like being called anorexic or anything that sounds prehistoric. i'm challenging myself. i am self-challenged. wow, that makes me sound really confident or just mentally slow. either way, i like it.

space circus

wow. i delete posts like nothing. i have this theory that i'm really suffering from a personality disorder.. only that i can't really be sure because i'm not always in a right state of mind. well, that's okay. i don't know much about death (i mean, does anyone really?), but a part of me believes that nothing really happens after you die. what if you just .. die? and that's the end of it? sounds a bit pleasant, doesn't it? i don't think i'd want to be stuck in any place that isn't earth, unless it happened to be earth again and i didn't really know i was dead. yes.. i could be dead right now? well enough of that, i've been thinking of french fries and hash browns this entire week. i've been taking in lots of chocolate, but i haven't been breaking out. talk about alien skin. wow. i'd love to be an alien and not even know it. that'd be a pleasant surprise to suddenly float up to space at midnight and not need oxygen. i'd really like a friend just the same so i wouldn't get lonely. but he must be a boy, so that we could have romantic dates on pluto. wow.

there will be one week for me when all i'll do is grow and grow and just keep growing. even when i'm asleep i'll be growing inches taller and by the end of the week, i'll look like a premature troll girl. then i'd be able to wear xxl clothing and not have to cut my hair at all. but i won't turn ugly or anything. i'd be pleasant and then i'd join the circus.

right now, i'd like a spicy tuna hand roll, pad thai, big fries from johnny rockets, a garden burger, mandarin oranges from the can, a salmon hand roll, steamed mushrooms, and a nutella crepe with lots and lots of strawberries and melted chocolate chips. i can eat all of that and not gain a thing. it's like my very own superpower. now, you might think i'm a bulimic, but i've never thrown up by force in my life. i think that a hungry soul comes by my bedroom while i sleep and steals everything i've eaten. wow.

ten sentences

i'm 16 year-old cassie mikal kites. i just moved from paddington to los angeles, and one day i am going to travel the globe; as for now, i am in search of a travel mate. i watch movies religiously. just a while back, i secretly suffered from orthorexia, hypergymnasia, and manic depression; it's gotten a bit better. i am on a mission to find out why i am here. i don't like to consider myself a teenager because then that would mean i know everything. i have x-ray vision: i can see right through people. i have an uncontrollable imagination and an alter ego. i like boys. as for now, i just need a friend.

introduction

it's sleep time, but i'm too excited and i want to start blogging.

i'm mikal or cassie. i blog because i like to.

shortie but a goodie. and with that, good night.