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Throwback

Guys, I just found out that you can request your Myspace blogs and an ACTUAL person will go in and export them out for you. So, of course I did it. I want to share who I used to be back on that terrifying place where I carefully curated my public image. Life has changed *so much* since then (sarcasm). A blast from the past, but you can see my blogging history is… storied, to say the least.

And for some reason, a lot of people were reading my blog back then (despite the *ahem* interesting content). A full 1/3 of my school (100 people on average) were reading my blogs. Substantially more who care about my words these days. That kinda stings the old pride muscle.

Without further ado, here is what Cassandra Barillas was like in 2007, annotated with my current thoughts in curly brackets. {Like this.}


I am completely devoted to God. He is my reason for continuing to play the game of life. {No comment.}

I rock at life, no seriously. Ask anyone. {Still true.}

I don’t associate myself with a specific age or grade. I just am. {Also, still true.}

I am lazy. Incredibly lazy. I don’t even want to finish this sentence beca {That was a lie back then, and is a lie to this day. I wanted people to think I was lazy so they would underestimate me. I no longer care about that level of manipulation.}

I love to sing and talk. Constantly. Enough said. (Irony?) {No.}

I love putting things in parentheses (meow). {meow meow}

And spacing things.

I love to space. {They don’t call me Spacey Casey for nothing.}

I am hispanic. Ole! {~HALFIE PRIDE~}

I have a lot of very strange and somehow true thoughts.

But I rarely share these with anyone.

I think I am an intellectual force to be reckoned with.

But most people think that I am incredibly ditzy.

And that depresses me. {Still true.}

I have an adorable kitty-cat named Armani. Don’t mess with the Armani. {She got so fat guys.}

I go through stages of life where I have certain catchphrases.

I call them catchphases.

Oh yeah and I make up my own words.

They are all compiled into one big language called *Caseybonics*. {Both of these jokes are on fleek.}

No boy’s (or girl’s, pervert) lips have ever touched mine. I have never been kissed. {And wasn’t kissed until at least 2 years later.}

I love games. KH 1 and 2 = Happy Casey. {God I loved Kingdom Hearts back in the day. I don’t love anything that much anymore.}

The word “lame” has infinite combinations is which it can be used.

I sometimes think that no one knows the real me, except God.

And even then I feel he just slaps his forehead in confusion. {HAHA}

I realize that all good things take time and that maybe it would help everyone out if one person was just a little more patient.

Sadly, I can’t wait until I become that person. {Man my subtle joke game was solid.}

I love you all. Genuinely. And I am out of my mind for it.

If we are out of our minds, it is for God. If we have our right minds it is for you. Christ died for all so that those who live would not continue to live for themselves. He died for them and was raised from the dead so that they would live for him. 2 Corinthians 5:13,15

Some editorializing on all of that… I am hilarious. Hope you enjoyed this glimpse into the small town girl I once was/still am/paradox.


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Interested in many things, but nothing captivates more than technology, entrepreneurship, futurism, and humanity's quest to problem-solve.

  • Crystal Pacheco

    You rule!

    • Cassandra

      Thanks, Crystal! :D