THIS IS A LONG & OBNOXIOUS STORY. MY APOLOGIES.

Once upon a time, I got home from a long day at work and thought, "Hey. I feel like doing something." So do something I did.
An hour later Cassidy, Laura, & I grabbed a couple big blankets and drove to our local pub/outdoor restaurant/indoor restaurant/concert hall/park/haunted hotel.
I parked my car next to this really nice motorcycle. (Quick side note about me: I love motorcycles. Looove them. Every time I see a nice motorcycle I have to stop and take a good look at it and go, "Woah! Nice motorcycle!" My parents get really annoyed every time I do so. "You're not getting a motorcycle!" They say. "We'll see about that." I say.)
So as I was getting out of my car this guy walks up to the motorcycle and starts getting on it. So I figured I would tell him how much I love his bike, right? This is how our conversation went:
Me: Hey man! Nice bike! It's gorgeous.
Then the guy turns around and smiles at me and HOLY COW WAS HE GOOD LOOKING. I was so distracted by how hot the bike was that I didn't even notice how hot the guy riding the bike was.
Bike guy: Wow, thank you!
And then I got awkward. Another side note about me: every time I talk to someone I find even the slightest bit attractive I get verbal diarrhea. It's bad, you guys.
Me: Uhhhhh, yeah. It's ummmm...really nice. Nice bike...? Uhhhhhh yeah......
Bike guy: Well, thank you. Are you going in?
Me: Yeah!
Bike guy: Cool! I'll see you in there?
Me: Yeah, okay! Of course!
Then he hopped onto his bike and rode away. And my friends laughed and explained the whole thing to me. Apparently when he said "going in" he didn't mean "going into the park to watch The Goonies on the ground with every other family in this part of Oregon." like I figured. In fact he meant "going into the bar that we were parked right in front of." My bad.
Then as we were setting up our blankets Laura said that she saw the motorcycle guy parked at the bike rack, holding his helmet in his hands, staring at me like he was waiting for us to walk into the bar with him. And I just walked right past him. Man, am I oblivious!

So here's to you, attractive motorcycle man-
I'm sorry I stood you up. Next time join us on the lawn as we watch family friendly movies. Or maybe not, that might be weird.
Yours truly, girl in the beat-up gold corolla.   

Long story short(ish): a few more friends showed up and we watched The Goonies, which is one of my very favorite movies ever and fun fact! it was filmed here in Oregon. And then afterwords we took some instax pictures.
  

THE END.

a few random thoughts before i head off to school.

I've been driving a lot lately. It's pretty wicked awesome. I even test drove some mini coopers with my good friend james dean the other day. It was fantastic. I've decided that all I want for Christmas is a red convertible mini coupe with white racing stripes. please. 

On a completely unrelated note, have you seen the Irish kid on Glee?
OH DANG. He is so stinkin cute.

I think I am in love.

a fire still burning

Sorry for the absence. I'll be back soon. In the meantime, enjoy this!

Did you freak out? Because I freaked out.

He may be the most adorable man I have ever laid eyes on.

"my money is on brother flowers any day."

well guys. it's been awhile.

{via.}

school has been slowly but surely taking over my life.

i am going to college presentations on monday and tuesday.

which makes me feel really old.

other things that make me feel really old:

driving. like, legitimately driving. on a road. to church.

studying for SATs. kill me now.

paying for dinner. with a credit card.

people asking me if i'm in college.
having friends going on missions.

and the fact that i am almost 16. so weird...

in other news: i went to another dance last night.

and yes, i saw the cutie in the button up.

but no, he did not dance with me.

he did give me the heads-up-whats-up, though. so that was cool.

But guess what? I met somebody better.

he was wearing a red bowtie and red suspenders.

can you say "dream come true?"

he bumped into me and when i turned around to see who it was i almost died.

then he touched my shoulder and said: "i am so. sorry."

no big deal.

this week, 3 people told me i was a good singer.
{which is, funny because i am totally not. proof here.}
and 2 people asked me if i was a singer, and when i answered "hahaha. no." they said:
"really? you look like you would be a really good singer!"
..........................
what does that even mean?

speaking of good singers, have you heard this girl?
she is so great, i can hardly stand it.

peace out, dudes!
love,
CasiDee

dear boy in the striped button up,

i really like your style. i love your ray bans and the way you rolled your jeans two inches above your ankles. i also love your hair. it reminded me of james dean. not gonna lie, i kinda wanted to run my fingers through it. okay, i really wanted to run my fingers through it.


wait, you don't remember me? we met at the dance saturday night...remember? okay. so maybe i'm using the term "met" loosely. i saw you, and i may or may not have stalked you. i don't think you noticed me. but it's all good! i'll wear my ray bans to the next dance. that way, we can have something to bond over.


we will be best friends one day. and you will let me run my fingers through your beautiful hair.
just you wait and see.


love,
CasiDee