[nathanielcsmythe-blog]

cassidyxevans:

Let’s get one thing straight, dork. You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me, aside from the fact that I used to wear a Cheerio uniform. Keep your poems and your stories about me and all the other nerdy bullshit to yourself. You’re right, I did get suspended. Which should tell you that I don’t care about that at all. I do what needs to be done, no matter the consequences. 

What makes you think I even want it back?

I know more about you than you think. Fine, that’s your call. You’d think a girl like you would be flattered that you have some many people paying attention to you. Especially the loser’s you’ve now joined in social status. Okay, sure it does. Then do what needs to be done. That’s if you can reach me, that is. 

You’re the fallen head cheerio. Of course you want it back. Any of you would, it’s not rocket science. Especially considering how wrapped up in yourselves and your statuses all of the Cheerio’s are. And Cheerioism is written into your coding, it’s why you were the leader. 

[nathanielcsmythe-blog]

cassidyxevans:

…Just who the hell do you think you are, talking to me that way? You really think that because I’m not the Head Cheerio anymore that I’m somehow on your level now? You’re delusional. I’m still Cassidy Evans, and just like before I still don’t need anyone fighting my battles for me. I can take care of myself and I don’t need any cheerleaders, or jocks, or skanks, or gleeks… I don’t need anyone, got it? Now piss off before I lose my patience with you, asshole. Because when I do, I will not be held responsible for what happens to you.

Fuck off, pervert.

I don’t think it, I know it. You’re the fallen angel of the school. It’s actually a rather poetic story, if you think about it. I’m not delusional, Cassidy Evans, I’m just honest. Brutally honest. Last time you fought one of your own battles you got yourself suspended. But sure, go ahead, fight me. 

Aw come on now. Think about it. If it’s done right it could potentially shine you in a good light again. Earn you back your golden girl status. 

[nathanielcsmythe-blog]

cassidyxevans:

Whatever, you should be glad I even acknowledged your existence, dork. At least people still know who I am, unlike you who is just a nobody. I might be a gleek, sure, I might even be a loser. And yes I did lose my Cheerio uniform, you are right about that. In fact, what didn’t I lose? But if you think I can’t still end you, then you’re wrong, curly nerd. You really shouldn’t provoke someone who has nothing left to lose anymore. Consider that a fair warning before I kick you in the balls with my stiletto heels. 

Again, that might have been a true statement when you were Cassidy Evans, head cheerio. Now, not so much. You’re lucky more people don’t kick the reigning queen bitch while she’s down. Sure you can, you and what army? The skanks you’re dating the leader of? Or the gleeks who wouldn’t want to get their hands dirty? You might have nothing left to lose, but you also have nothing left. However.... 

... How do you feel about people filming you?

[nathanielcsmythe-blog]

cassidyxevans:

Right, which is basically the softy way of telling you that you suck. How nice of her. You’re kinda cocky for a loser, aren’t you? I would put you in your place, but I don’t even know who you are, which means you’re most likely even worse than the gleeks. Don’t take that as an invitation to introduce yourself, because I couldn’t care less, FYI. God, you really have nothing better to do, do you? Nobody cares. Just go away. 

Yikes. If I was anyone else, that probably would have hurt. However, I don’t doubt my capabilities, I was raised on this stuff. It’s not being cocky, it’s confidence. And confidence is key in the way of things, isn’t it Miss. Evans? You know, considering you’re a gleek yourself now, as well as a loser, you might want to be a little nicer. Your bark and bite mean nothing while you’re lacking your cheeriho uniform. AKA, nobody cares. Just go away. 

[nathanielcsmythe-blog]

cassidyxevans:

So, basically your teacher didn’t think your good enough, and now you’re salty because you’re even a loser in the presence of a bunch of losers? That’s hilarious. Well, good luck with that, curly nerd. You’ll need it.

Never did I say she didn’t think I was good enough, just that she didn’t find the screenplay I wrote suitable for what we were doing. And correction; out of the losers I hang out with, I’m definitely the best one. Luck has nothing to do with it, just need to find someone interesting enough to film for a little while. 

[nathanielcsmythe-blog]

You know, it’s nice of our school to offer TV production as an elective. But what good is having a class like that be taught if the teacher has know idea what they’re talking about? That new idiot teacher completely shot down the screenplay I wrote. Which was both enticing and structured way better than anything her feeble mind could come up with. 

That being said, I’ve decided to pursue my own project. Not the one she discarded, something better than what was written for school criteria. What I’m saying is, I need a subject topic for a documentary. Go forth and volunteer yourselves.