The Cassie Bell Chronicles

The DMV

Was a bust.

Turns out it’s 23 dollars, not 5, to get the address on my license changed. I might as well lose the damn thing while I’m at it, since it costs the same to get a replacement one. It also turns out that I need proof of residency and a parent or legal guardian because I’m under 19. Now if you’re not from Alabama, I’ll have you know that in Alabama you have to be 19 to be considered a legal adult. 19 to buy cigarettes, 19 to sign legal documents, 19 to do everything that 18 year olds get to do in the rest of the wonderful United States. What a load of bull.

I suppose now I’ll take the time to bitch and moan, since I don’t do it much out loud.

I’m sore. Incredibly sore. Because of the events of Friday night/ early Saturday morning (i’m not entirely sure which it was), I have been sore for two days. The sex was awesome, but the soreness could have been left out and I’d be perfectly happy.

Anyway! Enough about my sex life. Auburn lost to Alabama 36 - 0 Saturday. Made my hangover day that much worse. And Tyler hasn’t shut up about it since. He’s such a shit talker. We’ll see how much shit he’s talking when I kick his balls into his throat.

One thing you, reader, should know about me, is that I don’t have many friends that are girls. I’m not sure why, but I just surround myself with dudes. I have about three or four really good girl friends, and 8 or 9 really good guy friends. It’s just how it all worked out, I suppose. I like it better this way; guys cause a lot less bullshit in comparison to girls. And while I am a girl myself, I don’t find it necessary to start bullshit just because. Yes, usually the reasoning for a girl starting bullshit ends at because. Sorry if my not so feminist beliefs offend you.

Well, I figure this is enough for one morning that I should be rotting away in a Calculus class but instead am rotting away in front of my laptop at home.

This particular blog post is almost as pointless as my pathetic life (note sarcasm).