Life is a Jungle of Crap

Okay, it might not be for me but for probably 2.5 billion other people I don't even know I'm sure it is. Which is why I'm making this post. To get the word out of how some people could fix this. I don't even know who reads my blog, save a few friends of mine, or really why either. But if you're reading this, I order you to listen to me, get your butt off the freakin' computer, and go do somethign useful for the world.

I know what you're thinking. "Who the heck does this Cassandra person think she is, telling me what to do?!" Or maybe you'll just sluff me off, not care, and just stop reading. Maybe you're just reading to entertain yourself. Well, let me tell you, this could get a lot less entertaining if you don't listen. And for those of you wondering who I am; I'm just a young girl wishing the world was a better place for everyone.

Hunger is great all around the world. Reasons from not having enough money and not having enough food in the country to having careless parents who drink keep these people from getting enough food in their system to live. A lot of you live the good life. In fact, I KNOW you live the good life because you're on this computer/cell phone/device READING this. Did you know kids in other countries don't even know how to read because they don't have the materials?

So all that I ask of you is for you to do something to help those people. To help the poor. To assist and support them in these great times of need. Donate some money, or extra food you know you'll never eat. Some clothes just sitting in your closet. Maybe even give some of your time for these people, serving at a community meal or wrapping things up at a food bank. Everything helps.

Don't have a good enough insentive yet? Well how about this...

More and more people go hungry EVERY DAY. Many people die from this hunger. Many children are haunted by the hunger they must deal with everyday. They don't have the choice of whether they good food or not. You do. So you can ignore this, and be part of the millions that pass this by without a second glance and help kill and injure your people, your nation, your world, or you could sacrifice something of yours to save these people.

The choice is up to you.

Choose well. I already have.

-C-

I also want you to add a comment to this entry of what you have done to help the world. Give me a good idea of who's helping, and who isn't.

Amazing Awards...for Me! And You!

I have been awarded a blogging award. I HAVE BEEN AWARDED A BLOGGING AWARD. I mean, how do you get awesomer than that?!

I was awarded the Paperclip Award (capitalization, Cass, remember capitalization...) by a good friend of mine, Paperclip Girl. She is absolutely amazing. I reccomend you go read her blog. Like, right now :P

Okay, so now onto the award.

Isn't it beautiful?? I love it. Now onto the next part...

RULES: If you are awarded the Paperclip Award, you must answer the 13 prompts given, and then you must give the award to 13 bloggers (although, as the creator of the award, I’m giving you permission to give it to less, or more, and bend the rules a little) and give a link to their blogs. Also, no awarding the blogger who awarded you! Got that?
1. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I was never actually worried about what I wanted to be when I wasn't sure. I just figured I could contemplate it when I get older, then was the time for fun! ;)
2. What is your ultimate favorite place to be?
My Ultimate place...I think it would be in the summer, at my desk with the lights out with my laptop and typing away at my latest story; OR at my best friend Ashton's house. Both are wonderful. Sunsets are great too...but that's for a nother day ;)
3. Name one famous person who inspires you. (Just one!!!)
Papercli--haha just kidding. I think Cynthia Hand is big one, but I also have to mention Stephanie Meyer, who is not my favorite author these days (actually I don't like her at all...Sorry!), but her books are what got me to start writing back in those first days.
4. Tea or Coffee?
Eww.
5. If you could be any other person for 48 hours, who would you be?
Bob. Look at my last post to see who Bob is.
6. What is your earliest memory?
Umm...When I was finally allowed to bite my brother back for all the times he bit me?
7. If you could ask anyone in the world, living or dead, anything, who would you ask, and what would you ask them?
I would ask Bob if he loves me. Stupid, yes, but it is  the one question I want answered more.
8. What is the scariest thing you have ever done?
Watched a grusome video about Black Death.
9. What is your favorite book?
I don't have one right now.
10. Briefly explain one of the weirdest dreams you have ever had.
Umm...I don't remember my dreams.
11. What one song best describes you? (Feel free to post a link to a Youtube vid)
Bleeding Love
12. Pen or pencil?
Pen
13. Is 13 an unlucky number or not?
Lucky. I am 13. Duh.

I'd like to award the very special Paperclip Award to the following peeps!

1. Jessica Scarlett, a very good friend of mine, get's the first prize. She's so deep and I love reading her blog as much as I'm sure she loves reading mine ;)

2. Ashton Pheonix Holt, the girl with problems as she puts it (which is only half wrong...;) ) has an amazing blog, even though she just started, and is an amazing person as well.

3. Cynthia Hand's blog. She is like my favorite author, (when my fellow NaNoWriMo-ers are excluded from being 'favorites' ;) ) and I love her books. She's also really clever and has some nice foreshadow. And I don't care if famous people don't count here. I'm always holding my breath for a post from Cynthia and therefor she counts in my book.

4. Beth Revis has a wonderful blog. I especially love her writer's help page, that definitely helped me in more ways than one--and I need all the help I can get.

I must admit I don't read much on blogger besides the four above, so I'm going to add Miss Paperclip's blog to the awarded. Oh--and I read her blog too :P

5. Paperclip Girl definitely deserves this award. Even though she created it. Anyways, I issue this award to the most random and one of the most amazing people I've ever met. Keep up the awesomeness! :)

Thanks everyone :)
-C-

Jumbles and Jumbles of Me

I hate being bored and full of thoughts. Therefor, here is a blogpost just to empty out all my crazy, churning thoughts that never go away and get it out in random orders and as fast as I can.

You can stop reading if you want to. I'll be darting around. You don't have to follow along with my talking where I discover myself again.

First of all, I'm tired. I'm really tired. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of not having enough time to write. I'm tired of waiting for a good time to talk to Bob. Tired of complaining about being tired of life. But oh well. I have to deal with it.

I want a hug. I want a hug from Bob, actually. I want to see into his soul everyday and all the time rather than a few lucky instants when he plays the Tom Toms without his coat, or wears a hat. Is that bad? A little touch makes me yank my arm back from instinct and yet I want more than that. So gentle he is...

That reminds me. I need a better name for Bob. Bob doesn't fit. Only his true name does. But I can't call him that. Not on here. So I need a better, soothing one like the one he has. I'm brainstorming. So from now on he will be known as 'Unknown' until I think of a better name. Which might take a while.

I think my favorite feature of Unknown is his eyes. Even though I avoid them and rarely get to actually see them I love them. They are the darkest brown, just melding with the black pupil at the middle, and on anyone else I'm sure they would be hard and strict, but on him (whens he regards me) they are the sweetest, most innocent eyes I've ever seen.

The beauty of them reminds me of my own. Or maybe it's because they two pairs are the only two I can imagine in my cluttered brain at any time. I don't know. I just know that they remind me of the other.

I think maybe it might be the deepness in them. The depth. The falling you feel when staring into them. I think maybe that signifies true beauty for me. The depth of someone, and their personality.

Sometimes I think about 'my type' and if I have one. It almost seems to me that I do, because B--I mean Unknown is so much like my last huge school-guy crush (this was actually pointed out to me in a dream...). Who knows.

Except Unknown is different from Jordan because Jordan was cruel to me--and only me--whereas Unknown is nice to me and only me. There's also quite a difference in looks--Unknown is way more beautiful. I'll be lucky if I catch him.

-C-

Let's call him Bob

It's been a while...


Okay, it hasn't been that long, but it HAS been more than two-three days, which is how often I'm supposed to post (the saturday story posts don't count...). So here's an update on me :)


First of all, I really like this guy at my new school. Let's call him Billy. No there's already a Billy there...Let's call him Bob instead. Anyways, I really really really really really REALLY you-get-the-point-really-really like him, I have the the GREAT urge to share this like--with the world. So please excuse my gushing. But I really like him. And I hope he never reads this blog so he nevers knows how crazy about him I am.


He sits by me in band, tuting a wonderful tune to his alto saxophone that I play too. His black hair is the most beautiful in the school--and I must admit--his hair (and him...) is as sexy as he declared to the band class a while back. Though I'm not jealous of him. I'm jealous of every girl who has the courage to admire and examine it.


I love how he treats everyone--including me. He teases everyone else, a certain laugh in his deep brown eyes that I love seeing, but he treats me with the gentlest motions, expressions, and words. It's makes me feel like I'm staring straight into his soul when he tears down his defenses and treats me this way.


YES! See, this is what I love about critical thinking, especially during blogging. Though it's just an idea, he could be nervous around me and like me too. He's always flipping his hair in my direction as if to catch a few last glances at me before we start a song or pack up to leave, though I never meet his eyes. I'm slow. If he tries to catch my eyes I don't realize it until he's looked away. Though I'm always aware of everything else he does. That I've trained myself to do. Also, he never outright stares like every other guy. Who knows.

Another supporting factor of the nervousness is that even though he teases everyone else, he has a real hard time teasing me. Even Roland, who he has a hard time teasing, is easier for him. I think it's because I'm so quiet or something or he doesn't know much about me, but whatever.

And I think I can openly say I'm in love with him. I get breathless at the mere thought of his name, (not Bob, I assure you...) which means I must be breathless 24/7 because he's always on my mind. I only hope he likes me back, which I doubt with my modesty and low self-esteme, but I'll keep you all updated.

For those of you who were bored with that post, I'm sorry, but he is now all I have to talk about minus the painful migranes from the painfully boring school I go to. (I'm obviously very lucky to have him) Deal with it.

Over-&-Out
C

P.S. I need to get writing again. Post anything you think would make for an interesting twist in the comments if you'd like. You don't have to know anything about my current story, so just have fun!

A Few Successful Love Stories--Part II

Okay guys, here is the second dose, starting off with my friend Peyton :)

I threw my third box of conversation hearts onto my bed, a big gusty sigh coming out of my lips. I looked at the stack of various Valentine’s Day cards and candy, most of them from the boys in my class. Not one of them was from the boy I truly wanted one from. Kenai.  My best friend. I always wanted to be more though, but he never suggested it, nor did he show that he wanted the same. I, on the other hand, have been practically jumping up and down, my arms flailing in front of his face, since seventh grade. I grabbed a box of jelly beans and popped it open, tipping it up and letting a few tumble into my mouth. I chewed furiously, my eyes narrowing with defeat. My gaze swept across the room, lingering at my surfboard in the corner of my room, leaning against the wall. I stood up; swallowing the jelly beans I had in my mouth before popping a few more in. I smiled mischievously, grabbing my board and swimsuit that was hanging off of it. I stuffed the box into my pocket and elbowed my door open, maneuvering through the hallway and to the front door, grabbing my house keys off the key rack. I didn’t call out a bye, since my parents weren’t home and weren’t going to be until after dinner. I had loads of time.  I started to walk down the road, my flip flops slapping on the ground in a steady rhythm.  It was pretty warm, so people were crawling the sidewalks. Mostly were tourists though. Everyone wanted to come to Hawaii this time of year. When it’s cold, they all seemed to migrate to warmer places.  I felt sand start to brush up my legs, signaling I was close to the beach. A smile crept onto my features as I pushed through the brush entrance my friends and I had created that entered into our cave. I remade our camouflage and then set my board down carefully on this rocky floor. I quickly changed into my suit and threw my clothes under my assigned rock before pulling my board back up and jogging towards the water. I saw a familiar head bobbing up and down in the waves, about 10 or 20 feet out. I smirked evilly and threw myself and my board into the water, paddling out as fast as I could. He heard me gasping for breath and turned around, smiling lightly.

“Alishanee! How’s it?” He asked, pulling the tip of my board forward, letting me rest a little.

“Pretty good! How ‘bout you?” I asked, peering out toward the waves.

“Eh, trying to lay low from the all the girls. Only way to do that was come out here. Those girls don’t like getting their hair wet.” He chuckled, and I couldn’t help but laugh. A wave came toward us, and Kenai grabbed my hand, making sure our boards didn’t separate. It wasn’t good enough to get anything out of, so we waited until the water leveled out enough. The minute it did, he ripped his hand from mine like it was on fire.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, picking some of the paint off of his board.

“I didn’t mind.” I shrugged, sticking my finger in the water and drawing circles.  I turned towards him and caught his shocked expression.

“What? Chill, brotha! I’m not gonna jump you in the middle of the freaking ocean!” I gestured all around me to emphasize the word.

“Didn’t say you were!” He said, adding a, “Wish you would though.” Under his breath.

I sighed and watched the waves again. “Today is Valentine’s Day, ya know.” He said, giving me a side glance.

“I know.” I said automatically, my brow furrowing. My hands absentmindedly running through the water.

“They're doing a big luau thing down on the beach a little bit later.” He added, a little bit of hope in his voice.

“Yeah?” I asked, turning towards him with a 100 watt smile aimed directly at him.

“I was hoping to…” He trailed off, staring back at me.  His gaze flicked over to the water. I could have screamed in anticipation. This was it. This was the moment that Kenai would finally make what we had even better. I quickly deflated when he pointed out at the water.

“Look at that wave! We gotta catch that! Come on Shanee!” He said, quickly turning his board around and beginning to paddle. I started muttering a string of colorful words his way, following after him desperately. We both managed to catch a few decent moments on the wave, riding it out toward the shore.  Kenai was the first one there, shaking his hair like a dog.

“That was awesome, huh Allie!?!” He yelled, sticking his board in the sand and leaning down, tearing the ankle string off before sitting down.

I laughed loudly and did the exact same thing, sitting down next to him. “Heck yeah! Haven’t caught one like that in awhile!” I pulled the hair that clung to my face back and smiled at him. His tan skin sparkled from the water beads reflecting off the sun, causing his abs to glisten. His deep brown eyes shining in excitement and adrenaline. His brown-black hair was sticking up in various directions, making him look like an escaped mental patient.

“Whatchya staring at?” He asked, laughing slightly. I caught myself and shook my head, ceasing my train of thought.

“Um, nothing.” I smiled lightly at him.

“Hmm. About that luau…” He said, trailing off again.

“What about it?” I asked, the excitement building back up inside me. I felt like a kid right before their parent’s announced that they were going to Disneyland.

“I was wondering if maybe…you and I…” He gestured in between us.

“Yes?” I almost screamed at him. He leaned back slightly, chuckling.

“That you and I could go and hang out there?” He blurted out, holding his breath waiting.

I pounced on top of him, making his board fall over.  “I have been waiting for you to ask me that for ten dang minutes!” I yelled, making him laugh loudly. He flipped me over.

“Sorry I kept you waiting.” He growled, and his lips met mine for the first time.

Valentines Day
By Julie
Short Story

I've been hurt to many times to count. My face was classic, a nice heart-shape, I had blond hair, and blue eyes. I was very small. I was sitting in front of my school, I was always showing up early.
"Hey, Saphirre, early again?" Xavier asked sitting next to me. I looked at his classic face, he was cute. He was my best friend, he might not be movie-star cute, but I still liked him.
"Hey Xavier, what's up?" I asked looking at him and smiling. No matter how much I loved him, I couldn't let my heart open again, only to be hurt. I got up and tried not to show my slight limp as I walked to the other side of the doorway.
"Saphirre, why are you limping? Did your dad get drunk again?" he asked, concerned.
"It's nothing, you don't need to worry about it, my fault," I said, looking away.
"Don't lie to me, you know it's not your fault, it's your father's fault," he said kneeling in front of me. "Saphirre, don't let him do this to you anymore, you miss school, work, time out with friends because of your father."
"What are you saying?" I whispered.
"Let me take you to CPS(Child Protection Service), they'll take care of you Saphirre, please. I don't want you to be hurt anymore," he looked at me as he stood up and held his hand out to me.
I silently took his hand and let him lead me to his car where he took me silently to CPS. He led me in where I told them my story of an abusive, drunk father, and a mother in depression.
They sent me to Florida to live with a new family. Over time, Xavier and I drifted apart.

Three Years Later

"Saphirre," Elizabeth said, trying to get my attention.
"Huh, what?" I asked, looking over at her.
"Are...You...Excited...?" she said deliberately.
"A little, maybe a little scared that I'll run into my father...or mother," I said.
"You're going home for a while, he's moved, I checked before I agreed to come here for your seventeenth birthday."
"Thanks," I said, looking out the window and waiting impatiently until we got to California.
When we landed, Elizabeth and I got a cab and went to a bed and breakfast. We were only five minutes, by walking, by walking, away from my old school.
"Elizabeth, I'm going for a walk, down to my old school," I called as I headed for the door.
"Take your phone, call if you're going to be out after cerfew," she called.
I walked to the school and into the field as school let out. I saw the beginning of football practice.
When I started to leave, I heard a voice call my name- "Saphirre! Wait, Saphirre!"
I turned, confused that a male voice was calling my name. When the guy was close enough to see his face, I immediately knew who it was.
"Xavier!" I yelled, running forward and opening my arms for a hug. He picked me up and whirled me around in several dizzying circles.
"I didn't know you were coming! You should have called me!" he said happily.
"I lost your number. God I've missed you Xavier," I sighed as he set me on the ground and wrapped his arms tightly around me. "Xavier? Can I tell you something?"
"Yeah, go ahead," he said pulling back and smiling back and smiling down at me.
"I've always loved you," I whispered.
"I've always loved you too, Saphirre," he replied, looking down at me with soft eyes. He leaned down and brushed his lips over mine. "Happy Valentines Day Saphirre," he whispered against my lips.

The End

Love You All

Okay, for once I want to do a post that isn't all about me. I need to thank about a trillion people to bare with as I name them all.

First of all I thank those of you who actually read my blog. It means a lot to me that you guys, however few, take the time to read the life of some boring teenager who just happens to have a billion random obsessions. Love you all :)

Next I have to thank all my friends (which are probably the only real readers, but I don't care) for putting up with my conflicting personality and my need to put everthing into chaos when something gets a little too boring. I'm so sorry about all of that too. I'm working on it; mostly because of how much I love you all, especially because we travel so much just to get a little glimse of each other :) Thank you. :) Thank you, thank you, thank you.

My family is next. Though I already consider a lot of my friends 'family' (there's a lot of cross-overs here...), I'm thanking you all for helping my hone my gifts and work on my faults and giving me so much; including a bright future. I wouldn't have any of this without you guys. I'm so lucky. Thanks :)

Okay, I think I got this all out...One post not about me. Only I think I fit too much 'me' in there while thanking everyone. Oh well. We'll try again next month xD

Love you all very very much,
Cassandra Bloom

Oo Oo! Cassancra=typo I made and I like it very mucho! I may have to use that one instead ^.^

Also, I haven't read any Phantom of the Opera today. Or yesterday, for that matter. I should do that after I make breakfast...

Team Erik/Phantom all the way!!!!!!!

P.S For those of you enjoying my cheery tone I typed this up a while back before recent happenings so it's sorta fake to be posting it but still.

Another Two Post-er. Oh Well...

You must go here; now. I don't know if you know of my current situation but if you'd just go visit Ashton's blog for me and make it super popular, I'd be extremely happy again. Maybe I'll start a contest of it...

First here's a picture of how awesome it is. I love you Keely. Please forgive my unhappiness. Please please...

And the link...

Ashton Pheonix Holt's Amazing Blog

Now be good, don't get into trouble, and make the best of life. I'm still miserable but I don't enjoy it, okay? I can't help it right now. I'll get better in a month when I can come back.

Done for the day,
C