Camp

Whoa, umm, it's like, been over a month...Wow. Well, while I could make a whole bunch of excuses about how busy I've been (it's true!) and the million other things that contributed, I'm not going to list them. In the long run, I was just super lazy and didn't feel like posting, and I'm sorry about that. Who knows how I'll do for this next length of posting.

Anyways, I just got back from camp. Yes, it's a church camp, but I found myself more deeply tied to that place than the last four times I've gone to it. It was also last year as a middle schooler there, which I find extremely cool. But there is cooler stuff to move onto right now.

During the last few months, God has been a fading topic in my mind. I even went as far to say I stopped believing in him, and it was true. I seriously stopped thinking there was another presence above me, next to me, beside me, watching over me. But the thing was, when I went to camp . . . I saw him everywhere. Sometimes, I would simply stop thinking for a moment . . . and I would feel his love. There are so many things I learned at camp . . . but how he loves is one of them. And now I think I'm closer to him than I've ever been before.

Moving on. I'm not going to turn into one of those church addicts, so don't worry, you can still read this blog ;)

Otherwise, I just had a lot of fun. Yesterday, before I left, I cried, sobbed, and gave so many hugs. There are a lot of people who I think are truly going to miss me, and not just for a day and then forget me. And that's really all I can ask for...

I Owe Karen Amanda Hooper . . . (Long-Awaited Shout-out/Review for Grasping at Eternity)

. . . for letting me read such an amazing book for free.

Recently, I finished a book called Grasping at Eternity by Karen Amanda Hooper. I had heard about her in a scavenger hunt I took part in (the link is in one of the pictures on the side of my blog -->) and had been interested in her mermaid one, Tangled Tides, seeing as it sounded so interesting, but I'll be honest. I wasn't so sure about the other, despite its amazing and gorgeous cover.

You've heard the saying: never judge a book by its cover? Never judge a book by its synopsis too. They're usually better than that as well.

In a small nutshell: I loved it. I found myself longing to be back in bed flipping through the pages on my kindle while I was out doing chores and working jobs for my grandparents, a feeling I actually haven't felt in a long while. The story made me feel alive and everything that I haven't in a long time. Karen Amanda Hooper is like my new hero. The way she spun the story, alternating between POVs every few chapters, was amazing. In all my time, I don't think I've ever adored an author as much as I adore you right now. (Please don't find me crazy for saying that . . .)

Also, if you know me well enough, you know I haven't re-read a book in a while. I've re-read this book over and over since I got it so many times I could probably recite half of it word-by-word to you. I loved it. It was magnificent.

In short? I loved this story. I loved Tangled Tides when I first read it, but this one blew me away. I love the way you entertwined the story around every word you wrote, the reaction it pulled from me, and the way you made everything seem so real. I felt for the characters, and that's a pretty amazing thing too.

So, anyways, I'd definitely recommend this book to anyone who is looking for an AMAZING read (I'ver used amazing too much in this post . . . my inner editor is screaming for me to go grab a thesarus) and even if you aren't, go read it. Thanks.

Huh?

This must be some sort of trick. A very twisted, horrible trick played by someone. I don't know who. It was either one of the people from Australia that visited this site, or one of my crazy friends from the US. Or some other random member of the US. That's possible too. *Nods inclusively*

You must be wondering what this is. Oh god, you must be wondering what the heck is up with this post. You're dying in the uknown. Well guess what? It gets worse. How so, you ask? Becuase I'm never going to tell you about how I got 6 views of my blog yesterday, and 2 so far today! MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA MWA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!

Oh shoot . . . I just told you, didn't I? Oh, the curses of being an evil villan . . .

XD. Okay, fun's over. I'm serious! 6 views, in 24 hours! I used to get excited for 50...which is our all-time record by the way...and dreaded, like, below 20...but now I dread below 0...and give hurrays for anything above 3.

So now you can see why I think this is an evil trick. Mhm *nods*

So if you did it, you know who you are. You don't have to apologize, or come forward with it, but don't ever do it again!

Wait. I forgot. You do have to come forward with it. A billion dollars to the vampire who brings in the culprit!! He who has committed thee crimes shall be hanged! Or as the queen of heart might say, OFF WITH HIS HEAD!! Or her head. I didn't realize I was being so sexist.

JK.

I'm sorry for the silly post. I guess I'm sorta (okay, more than sorta) fried with everything. And we still have fireworks tonight. *facepalm* Ouch.

Okay. I shall see you. Seriously, if you did visit my page today--YESTERDAY!--three times, I'm fine with that. Happy, actually. Just don't do it again, okay? What am I saying? Do it everyday, actually. Thank you. *hugs* Love you. Wanna be best friends? *offers hand*

I better get off of here before I cause a riot. Is that one I hear in the distance? Oops. I better get going, then.
Cass
Your faithful fan.
*skitters off to find somewhere to hide...and maybe sleep*

I'll Be Back

On Friday, I will be leaving on a trip. I don't know when I'll return, or why I expect you to care, but I just thought I'd say so.

To Sara, I order thee to check your email if you still look at this. Tonight I plan to send something hopefully that will get to you there, and I would really appreciate it if you would just do that for me. I am utterly and completely alone right now, and though that might not make sense right now, it will when you read that email.

Other than that, I'm just checking in. My official new favorite song is now called Cut by Plumb and I'm obsessed with watching the Vampire Diaries. About the song, you should listen to it. It really touched me when I first heard it. Adios for now, sweet world.

Cass.

I Should Be Writing

...but I'm a little worried about my viewing and commenting on this blog. Seriously, I used to get 100 views per week! Now I'm lucky if I get 50 per month . . . and I know it's because of my infrequent posting and such, but I'd still love it if you gave me some consideration.

As for commenting, I'll need them if I am to continue blogging. I understand that's a little cleche but I don't care.

And I'll leave you with the synopsis of my August NaNoWriMo story, titled The Rebound with the following temporary cover:

Summer Hansen is the player of the century. Drop a boy, get a boy, drop a boy, get a boy . . . It's a never ending cycle. To add to her case, she's also only sixteen and has slept with almost every man under eighteen in the city. Everything is good.

That is, until Daniel Michaelson steals her trick before she can pull it.

Embarrassed and alone after getting dumped for the first time, Summer seeks sanctuary in the lap of sexy and alluring Hunter. He has enough sense to keep his mouth shut when hers is open, and doesn't mind being the rebound. She is content in his arms, until secrets build a wall between them, and Summer beings to wonder what is behind those mysterious jasmine colored irises . . .

Summer doesn't plan to stop until she has learned everything, but what if learning his hidden terrors hurt her more than it helps her? What if those secrets not only tear them apart, but Summer rips to pieces as well? Will her curiosity get the better of her?

Cass
All Rights Reserved

The Emotional Ties of Just Being a Writer

Today, I did something extraordinary. Amazing. I still haven't fully recovered from the feat. My heart pounded, my breath became heavy, and I lost all awareness of where I was, who I was, what I was actually doing. I was just in the moment, noisily tapping my fingers over the keyboard. What I wrote was important. I know later, probably next month when I edit it, I'm gonna go back over it and say God that was horrible. But right now, I don't care. Like Caspian, I didn't care. Right then, and right now, I just want to say how absolutely wonderful writing their first real kiss was.

There is such an amazing thing about writing. Some people, I know, write for others. To impress, to have something to brag about, maybe for money. Then there are the others, like me, who just write for the joy of being able to jot down a few glorious words down on paper, or, in my case, in a vastly large Word Doc.

Over the time period of two years (not a lot, I realize), I have learned much about writing, but one of the most important things is how just putting out a few words can affect you. You can think it all you want, even say it out loud, but until it's written, maybe in a little private place in your diary where you think no one else in the world could care about, it affects you. They can make you laugh, or cry. They can make you feel like you're there, like you're real, even though you're sure they just came from your imagination. Well, I got something to tell you. Your imagination isn't just your imagination. It's a whole other world, waiting for you to dive in and feel the welcoming embrace that comes with accepting your gift.

Then, before you know it, what was originally those few words written in a small notebook tucked under your desk during Geometry suddenly becomes a book. Something that gives you multiple feelings instead of just one. Imagination gave you a story that only you can tell. It wants it out there, in the word, changing people's lives and doing amazing things. But the truth is, it's going to affect you a million time more than it'll ever affect someone out there reading it. When you write, you put a part of you in there, for everyone to see. That crazy and insane emotion that came when you wrote a certain scene? You put it into the story, and it's for everyone else to feel andexperience. Maybe not in the same and exact way you did, but in a similar way. And let me tell you, it feels incredible.

Really, I have no idea why I had to post this. I think it was what I wrote. The emotion overwhelmed me, and I had to plug some of it somehwere else so it'd even out. I don't care if no one even reads this post. I just know this is out there as soon as I hit 'publish' and you're missing out if you don't read it.

Cass

Bad Me Wrote Some Excerpts

So I realize that I haven't been doing much on here besides excerpts, small posts, poems, and songs, but here's another. I PROMISE I'll get back to actually foing something constructive, in about ten days most likely, but until then you'll have to have in there with me. Because it's NaNoWriMo, so I have to finish. I started half a month late too, and I'll be gone for the last two days, so it's a bigger hurry. I hope you understand. I apologize.

Any who, here's the purpose of todays posts. Everything special that I did in that pretty curvy font ^-^

In my dreams, I was swimming. My back to the ocean floor, I floated across the dazzling waters. Unlike most nights, the moon refused to show its face, and instead the clouds, and some shining stars, flickered over the surface of the incredible mass of liquid.

            I smiled. In the distance, I heard someone rushing out to join me. When I turned upright to see who, it was the surfer from class. So much time had passed since then, I had almost forgotten about him. Only then did I get a good view of his true features—and how well they worked together to construct every expression.

            In a nutshell, he was breathtakingly beautiful. His hair, which was confirmed as a light golden blonde, was styled in the way of Leonardo DiCaprio, shooting backwards and to the side messily at odd angles, and somehow still adding to his appearance. Some of it swept forwards again, hanging into his face. Sea blue was the color of his eyes, which was no surprise judging by how attached to the sea he had seemed earlier. Besides his jaw line and hair, everything was fitted into a soft curve. Even the harshness of his tan seemed to be dulled to make him look better.

            He ran across the water, as if it were land, and didn’t so much as stick a toe in until he was beside me. He reached out to touch me, cup my cheek—

            —But I didn’t get to feel what it was like because my eyes sprung open. I think they wanted to see it for themselves, not in some creepy dream, but alas, there was no surfer in front of me. There was only Lara, and my crazy dreams, alone.

-and-

Caspian was in my dreams again. Honestly, it was starting to annoy me, since every appearance was only getting me more and more confused. Tomorrow, or the next day, or the next time I saw him, I would deny answers. Or from Lucy. She seemed to know. Tarren had to know too. Caspian had claimed to be good friends with him, and with him being Lucy’s boyfriend, if Caspian hadn’t told him, then Lucy would have. Either way, there was something terribly wrong with being lied to by two people you’d known since sixth grade.

            Back to the dream. It was exactly like it had started the night before, with myself floating across the surface of the water, far out in the sea, and Caspian walking over it to reach me, sinking down once beside me. This time, though, he didn’t try to touch me. In fact, he almost looked afraid to. The fear in eyes confirmed that.

            I righted my body in the water, turning into a vertical position in the ocean and I, confused, tried to figure out what was wrong. We didn’t speak. We just stared, into each other’s eyes, with such an unwavering gaze it should’ve been illegal. Such emotion churched under that soft exterior; I wanted to just reach inside and grab hold of them, so I could understand, because I certainly wasn’t anywhere near that at this point. I wanted to see what he was hiding, and unravel it fast.

            Yet, that soft outside still laid between the worlds of me and him, and he had an army of lashes defended. I wondered if . . .

            I kissed him. I leapt forward, grabbed his face gently with my hand, and I pressed his lips to mind. The best thing? Probably the fact that he kissed me back.

            As if he wasn’t thinking straight, he wound his arms around me, pulling me closer than we had been when he saved me from Marcus. In the cool water, there was nothing between us, nothing stopping us.

            I thought I had found what he had been hiding, what I had been hiding. I didn’t understand it as I thought I would after this, but I could identify it at the very least. That attraction. That feeling as if I knew him, as if he knew me. Everything about me. But most of all, that attraction. I didn’t have to say it, but I did anyways.

            Love.

That's all! Drive safe, be happy...It's summer! I even forgot about that for a moment. It's funny, because I plan to spend every minute this summer writing and editing. I'm afraid time'll pass so fast I won't be able to catch up! Lol (Laugh Out Loud)
Lol (Lots of Loud!)
Cass