Cassie

re·sil·ience [rĭ-zĭl'yəns]
–adjective
1.The positive capacity of people to cope with stress and catastrophe.
2.The ability to recover quickly from illness, change, or misfortune; buoyancy.



I'm a full time pre-med student, I'm not sure what I want to be, but hopefully I can work on brains one day. Until then, I’m going to continue to work my magic and transform others from a blank canvas into a beautiful masterpiece. I've done hair professionally for 3+ years now, I was an apprentice for some of the most skilled hairdressers in the industry, and since then have eagerly worked as hard as I possibly can to improve my skills and techniques in all aspects of hair artistry and I now consider myself an extremely talented hairdresser (with confidence). Yes, I will do your hair, but don't even think about asking me to do it for free.


I think in cursive, and speak softly. I'm postmodern, preordained, polychromatic, paranoid, and presumptuous. I'm an anxious nervous wreck, waiting to steal your glances. I'm a fully loaded narcissist, screaming in syntax. My southern drawl is intensified when I drink alcohol, and it's cute. My sarcasm and ability to be a complete asshole all the time is only a shield to keep you at a safe distance away from me. I live my life strategically irrational on a double standard. I'm young and 20, but I feel like I'm 35. I have a mild case of morbid retrospection as well as ornithophobia. My mind and my appearance don't seem to go together. I'm a workaholic. I'm extremely lucky, and I honestly believe it's because of my lucky cat tattoos. I constantly drag my feet, and I despise it. My day to day consists of enough hair products to single-handedly destroy the ozone layer, an inhuman intake of marijuana, and more Adderall and Dr. Pepper then anyone should ever consume in 24 hours. I read way too many books at a time. I'm an agnostic existentialist to the absolute max. I'd like to believe I can fall back on something like a deity. Fortunately, I have more substantial entities. I admit my hair is unceasingly filthy, and looks a hot mess. I carefully make impressions and judgments through observation. I have a tendency to think before I speak, And I don't feel sympathy for others. I enjoy things I don't understand. I am not looking for answers, but I will ask questions. I drive exceedingly fast and am cognizant to the fact that I only reach my destination a few seconds faster. I believe that the only reason people are missed is because they were in your life for too long. Your opinions are welcomed, but highly irrelevant, because the only standards that will ever matter happen to be my own. I've become something I can't control and you will have your false ideas of who I am regardless.

In case you didn't know i'm Cassie,
a one girl brigade spreading cancer plague.

(Forgive me if you need a dictionary to help you with comprehending this profile.)