Diary Of A Wimpy Girl

28th July, 2011

Hi! My name is Cassie. I'm your average 15 year old with slightly more embarrassing moments. Haha. Okay, let's start with the introductions.. My name is Cassie. I'm 15 years old. I have brown (ish) hair and I'm going to start grade 9th in approx 4 days! I'm "the most shy and the wimpy girl on the estate" as per the words of my ma.. She's a character.
Dad calls her a rodeo clown sometimes.. and DO NOT even ask me why. If you ask me, dad himself looks like one. They all look like clowns, my family. There's Peter (my older brother, he's 17), Laura (the stupid piddle pants sister, she's 6) and my mom and dad. All of them are so embarrassing! Like this one time, dad took us to this fancy restaurant. We all wore like our best clothes (obviously). So everything was going fine and I distinctly remember sitting there and thinking "Gosh, why can't they act like this all the time? This is so different than the way they act in other restaurants.." I was feeling happy ( For ONCE) when I noticed Laura glaring at this kid about her age across the room. Apparently he was making the most OBNOXIOUS faces ever.. and trust me, you DO NOT want to mess with Laura. I got that feeling you know, the deja vu one? Look, I already know when trouble's around the corner. Trust me, spending 15 years with this family has given me pretty good reflexes and instincts.. Anyways, as soon as I saw Laura loading this mashed potato thing in her spoon, I excused myself really "politely" and practically ran to the toilets!
These few other girls were there, checking their makeup and giving me weird looks. After that, well, you can imagine what happened, right? A complete bloodbath. That's Laura for you.
And, don't get me started about Peter. Now you must be thinning, "He's older.. more mature than Laura, obviously" Well I'm here to tell you that no! He is not! He's like a miniature devil.. Okay I don't even know why I'm comparing my brother with a devil. But he is. His idea of fun is to put baby powder in my hair dryer and writing "I have crusty eye boogers" on my text books. How would you deal with a retard like that, you tell me.
Anyways, I'm not THE most shy girl. There's Rachel who sits behind me in English. The girl hasn't spoken a word over the entire middle school years. Not one word, I kid you not. I once asked her if she had an extra pencil and she just looked through me. Like literally as if she was looking at this empty wall or something. She's way more weird than me, though.
I think people at our school literally label us. Like, I'm the weirdo, the shy girl and the wimp. But their idea of "weird" is way over the top. If I read books while I eat? Weird. If I don't dress like the others? Weird. If I eat lasagna for breakfast (sometimes)? Weird.
Get my point? Total psychos..
Anyways, mom bought me this journal today to express myself in a "kindly" manner. Not in the "Mom, I'm in high school now! I need a braaaa" manner. Seriously, I don't get her.
Anyways, I've got to go shopping for school clothes now.. Oh! And this time, I'm going to ensure I get "cool" clothes.. not the kind they wear in the "Princess and the Pauper". Or at least normal anyway..
I'll write later.
xxx