<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392</id><updated>2011-11-06T18:17:23.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-3546543389410892671</id><published>2009-06-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:52:39.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New journal</title><content type='html'>Hiya. I created a new journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawing-nigh.livejournal.com"&gt;Drawing Nigh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-3546543389410892671?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3546543389410892671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=3546543389410892671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/3546543389410892671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/3546543389410892671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-journal.html' title='New journal'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-4646109237752952009</id><published>2008-12-09T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:20:21.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ENERGY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I went to this HUGE (enormous, fantastic, exciting, wonderful, perfect, uplifting, and amazing) conference this past weekend. The purpose of this conference was twofold. The first part was to celebrate the things the Baha'i community has done so far in the Five Year Plan, and the second was to make plans for continued growth and etc. for the next 2.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm paraphrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goals people made were at once inspiring, courageous, and full of love. I made some goals of my own for the next few months, and I feel that putting them here will help me keep them. If you notice me slipping, I'd appreciate a nudge now and then, eh? thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Assist the community in setting up a weekly or twice-monthly devotional gathering geared toward supporting the IPG starting soon on the other end of the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Continue to put as much effort as possible into the Children's class and Junior Youth group - hopefully to see some growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finish books 4, 6, and 7 in the Ruhi sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Begin a highschool Ruhi 1 group in the second week of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arrange and facilitate Intensive animator training in NE-13 over my Spring/Easter breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Home-front pioneer to NE-13 during the summer to assist them in their teaching efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got it all. I hope. Maybe. Allah-u-Abha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be happy! Be happy! Be full of joy!" -'Abdu'l-Baha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-4646109237752952009?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4646109237752952009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=4646109237752952009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/4646109237752952009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/4646109237752952009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/12/energy.html' title='The ENERGY!!!!!!'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-1298893611182167719</id><published>2008-11-28T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:48:50.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Easy.</title><content type='html'>It's so easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make someone into a villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they're not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your goal to hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my place to retaliate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it'll come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-1298893611182167719?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1298893611182167719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=1298893611182167719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/1298893611182167719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/1298893611182167719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-so-easy.html' title='It&apos;s So Easy.'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-4523500356336358933</id><published>2008-11-10T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:49:27.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce with me, eh?</title><content type='html'>If anyone actually manages to read this entire post, I applaud you. Seriously. I get a lot of thoughts out through writing, so my writing may seem really self-centered, but when I write is really the only time I focus on what I'm feeling. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a Rolo today, for the first time in about seven years. Had a flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since that flashback I have categorically remembered several pieces of my life and pieced together an interesting timeline. It's strange how many astronomically different pieces already make up my life - and I'm only 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Forgotten Era&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I don't really remember this time in my life. From infancy to around 3 years of age. The only things I know for sure are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a BIG TV in our house. Or maybe it was a small TV that seemed big to a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a pretty, pretty little girl. (Who knows what happened, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother hated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died in a car accident with my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother convinced me to jump off the bed. In doing so, I hit my head on the dresser. I had 7 staples in my little-kid head. There's still a spider pattern on my head if you look through the hair. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pain Era&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are still fuzzy here, but not as much. Age 4 to 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into much detail in this, suffice to say that I went through more physical pain during these years than at any other point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I had an amazing first grade teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Safe Era&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From age 8 to age 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic shifting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including no more pain, and starting puberty. Hooray for adolescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the dominant memory of that time is thinking over and over and over again, "no more pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the Rolo memory happened. I was at the grocery stor with my father and we were at the check-out counter. I did what every little kid does - I begged for candy off the rack next to the checker. Usually he would say 'no' but that time he let me get a pack of Rolo. He shouldn't have, since even then I was supposed to be monitoring my sugar closely, but he did and there were no bad repercussions. It's just a small, happy memory of giggling with my dad and pulling one over on my mom ;) ... It was before dinner, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when my grades started picking up more and I started to realize that I could sort of do things...sort of. I started to realize I might actually come to do good things, be a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this was also the time I was most hurt by peers - reaching 'adolescence' to early, already being awkward and self-conscious, on top of being fragile and starting to learn about myself, I discovered how cruel children can be. But that's just life, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the age where I wish my parents had exposed me more to athletics. I've noticed that the kids who grew up with athletics tend to be better at them. But hey, I may never have been good at sport, no matter about my parents. No use being sore about that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 11 Era&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this was when I was eleven years old. It gets its own spot on the timeline because of all the things that happened when I was that age. It's funny that the year I matured more than any other was just before I was a Baha'i...Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my eleventh birthday, I made the first serious mistake I've ever made. That's a story that could make up an entire too-long blog post by itself. It was the first time my parents were seriously mad at me over something within my control. And boy, were they MAD. For about 6 months they hardly spoke to me, except to lecture me about what an idiot I was (am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, that year was when I really learned to fend for myself. I learned to cook for myself, to make sure I did my own homework, to find my own ride to school in the morning...the list goes on. Excepting working to monetarily support myself, this was the year where I became self-sufficient. I know some people seem to think I'm mature (don't ask me...) and this is probably the reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I started developing strong morals. Being in sixth grade, basically the start of middle school, and without much parental support or guidance, I had to figure out for myself how to deal with the sudden pressure to date, smoke, drink, be popular...all of it. I had to figure out how to handle myself without falling into those traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a difficult but extremely rewarding year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Baha'i Era&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 to FOREVERRRRRRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the Baha'i Faith. Or rather, the Baha'i Faith found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is just sweet. So so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to let go of material things...the ability to serve Him and to serve humanity! Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say my life turned 360, but it didn't. I wasn't necessarily a bad person up to the point when I joined the Faith, but ... my ability to fulfill the potential God gave me...has increased 100fold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this period of my life, right now, my family life is rocky at best...but that's okay. It really is. Because I have the Faith. And nothing else really matters more than that, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better now. Allah-u-abha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you! And YOU! Aaaaaand YOU too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-4523500356336358933?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4523500356336358933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=4523500356336358933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/4523500356336358933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/4523500356336358933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/11/reminisce-with-me-eh.html' title='Reminisce with me, eh?'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-8087820027783404941</id><published>2008-11-06T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:57:33.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to Vent</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry in advance. This is a slightly bitter post. I'm just tired and angry - mostly at myself.&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a few people who impact us directly. These people are usually our parents/gaurdians, siblings, closest friends, religious leaders, and teachers/coworkers/bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I'm really tired of not being good enough - not for my teachers, sibling, friends, the kids in the children's classes/jr. youth group, the people who are relying on me...but most importantly, I'm not good enough for myself, my mother and my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell who has the highest expectations of me. But I seem to even fail the ones who want &lt;em&gt;nothing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week at least one of the youth tells me they don't want to come anymore, that they didn't enjoy themselves. I have trouble figuring out who's kidding and who's serious - a couple come only because their parents force them. My efforts don't seem to matter, whether I let it be spontaneous or whether I plan until my notes make me feel ill, it doesn't seem to be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers should be the easiest to please - all they expect is for my work to be turned in. Oops, I messed that one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are a different story entirely, I guess. They're the most challenging to please - in fact, I've never really managed it. Forever inadequate, unable to meet their demands, unable to perform as well as they expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my poor brother. All he wants/expects is for someone to listen to him and encourage him. And by the time I get to him, I'm so angry and upset with myself for coninually failing that I get frustrated and snap at him. I love my brother, more than anything. I hate making him sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly though, it's no one's fault but mine - I have the ability to do what's expected of me. If I didn't have the ability, why would anyone expect it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus more on putting it in God's hands. All of it. All these worries and stresses and tests - I need to put them away so I can do what's needed. It's something I'm working toward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, I'm falling short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, whoever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He maketh victorious whomsoever He pleaseth, through the potency of His behest."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-8087820027783404941?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8087820027783404941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=8087820027783404941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/8087820027783404941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/8087820027783404941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-to-vent.html' title='Need to Vent'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-7787846319104241343</id><published>2008-11-05T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:43:22.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Done</title><content type='html'>Finished the painting. Or, as finished as I'm capable of getting. I know it could look better, but painting isn't my forte.&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: y=mx+b&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SRJ1EeX2SJI/AAAAAAAAADo/9KB_atzB--s/s1600-h/103_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SRJ1EeX2SJI/AAAAAAAAADo/9KB_atzB--s/s320/103_1173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265399634082547858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And here are my hands. Yes, I paint with brushes. Yes, I have a tendency to ditch the brushes halfway through. Especially when I'm blending. My fingers work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SRJ1V2QlGZI/AAAAAAAAADw/KUlgrVMavNQ/s1600-h/103_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SRJ1V2QlGZI/AAAAAAAAADw/KUlgrVMavNQ/s320/103_1175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265399932552288658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love. Thanks to all who commented/offered advice - off the blog or on it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-7787846319104241343?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7787846319104241343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=7787846319104241343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7787846319104241343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7787846319104241343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay-done.html' title='Yay Done'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SRJ1EeX2SJI/AAAAAAAAADo/9KB_atzB--s/s72-c/103_1173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-2438260524396784676</id><published>2008-10-30T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:43:06.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-in-Progress</title><content type='html'>So I'm making the switch for a moment. I'm a temporarily-satisfied type of person. Poetry made me happy for awhile, music made me happy for awhile, and now I'm on to painting. It's sort of a cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, painting is what I'm least skilled at. So this is what I'm working on. It's going to be a gift for someone, so I don't want to make it bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only about halfway done, maybe two-thirds. So don't judge too harshly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm open to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically: This friend and I are in Algebra 2, and we've both had to find ways to make math less mind-numbingly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message is "Use your imagination"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SQpv9EFwsII/AAAAAAAAADI/Ho-Z3EYEvGk/s1600-h/103_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SQpv9EFwsII/AAAAAAAAADI/Ho-Z3EYEvGk/s320/103_1164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263142209396453506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth and start of the arrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SQpv9TArtgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/L_z5uaQ4x50/s1600-h/103_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SQpv9TArtgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/L_z5uaQ4x50/s320/103_1165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263142213401687554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desk to Earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SQpv9wUmDNI/AAAAAAAAADY/SD-enymG5pI/s1600-h/103_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SQpv9wUmDNI/AAAAAAAAADY/SD-enymG5pI/s320/103_1166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263142221269830866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought bubble!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SQpv-eJtonI/AAAAAAAAADg/zzJ53MALyaw/s1600-h/103_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SQpv-eJtonI/AAAAAAAAADg/zzJ53MALyaw/s320/103_1168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263142233572221554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-2438260524396784676?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2438260524396784676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=2438260524396784676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/2438260524396784676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/2438260524396784676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-in-progress.html' title='Work-in-Progress'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SQpv9EFwsII/AAAAAAAAADI/Ho-Z3EYEvGk/s72-c/103_1164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-1511038773842079890</id><published>2008-10-09T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:29:13.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In the next six days I will:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to school: 32 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice for All-state: 3 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep for Junior Youth: 2 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Junior Youth: 2 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework: 5 Hours (at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-State Tryouts: 2 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching Competition: 7.5 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold Junior Youth: 3 Hours (including set-up, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice for Marching Band: 2 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attend a Devotional/Fireside: 3 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attend a Ruhi session: 2 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: 48 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold Children's Class: 2 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Children's Parents w/ Information: 2 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write an Informative Speech: 8 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut a Serious Prose Speech: 4 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice said Speeches: 4 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Chores: 5 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create a flier for parents: 1 Hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set up a Fireside/Devotional for next Sunday: 4 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 141.5 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Hours in 6 days: 144 Hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So maybe I can cut back on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not whining. I mean, I love what I'm doing. I absolutely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; it. I can't remember a time when I've ever been happier. Seriously. But the thing is, my body doesn't really care if I'm happy. Notice I didn't include cooking and eating on that list? I have to do those things, but I can't find time. As I'm doing this, I'm also doing an assignment for Alg2 and trying to think of what I want on my sandwich for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: My body is ceasing to function well. I can't do all of this and continue to work properly. I need a break really bad, but where in the world am I going to find the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all so much. So very very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-1511038773842079890?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1511038773842079890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=1511038773842079890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/1511038773842079890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/1511038773842079890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/10/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-7051520513152983306</id><published>2008-09-30T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:53:03.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The CONFIRMATIONS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in our fifth children's class, and our Jr. Youth group has met 4 times - service project next week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who have never seemed to get along with me are down-right amiable for now. It's a pretty cool feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My P.E. teacher is amazing. For that matter, almost all of my teachers are amazing. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Baha'i youth around here is really great - learning and growing, just like all of us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many things to do. I take this as a confirmation because it means I'm not idle. I'm busy. I have work to do. And "Work done in the spirit of worship is service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The TESTS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family life is strained. But who's isn't, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is suffering. I'm doing my best to help her where I can. Sometimes empathy kind of stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel overloaded. Despite the fact that my busy-ness is certainly a confirmation, parts of it definitely fit into the 'tests' category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing people. Lonely again. But that's no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is really challenging my will to play. Bass clarinet is not as much fun to march with as Bb clarinet or Alto sax. But I'm getting a very strong trapezius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The OTHER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing as much as I can, but not sharing, because I'm not satisfied with the quality of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 4 months exactly since the death of a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy random rhyming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I leave you with children in a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SOLza-RzePI/AAAAAAAAADA/SBy1n_mO7rc/s1600-h/100_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SOLza-RzePI/AAAAAAAAADA/SBy1n_mO7rc/s320/100_1097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252027760187242738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-7051520513152983306?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7051520513152983306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=7051520513152983306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7051520513152983306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7051520513152983306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SOLza-RzePI/AAAAAAAAADA/SBy1n_mO7rc/s72-c/100_1097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-7601023059713629975</id><published>2008-09-12T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:53:19.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a conversation with an awesome person named Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening when I bow my head&lt;br /&gt;I let the gentle winds take me away&lt;br /&gt;and I fly to the only place&lt;br /&gt;where I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the breezes lift me up,&lt;br /&gt;I feel my worries drifting off.&lt;br /&gt;I let my hope become renewed&lt;br /&gt;and I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this gust is taking me.&lt;br /&gt;But I know there will be bliss soon.&lt;br /&gt;So I bow my head this evening&lt;br /&gt;and I trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life, this wind I ride.&lt;br /&gt;The only part that really counts.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel myself soaring ever higher&lt;br /&gt;because I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-7601023059713629975?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7601023059713629975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=7601023059713629975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7601023059713629975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7601023059713629975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-8502133857110982687</id><published>2008-09-04T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:17:28.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes The World Go Round?</title><content type='html'>Wrote this as a short speech for a class. Prompt: "_______ Makes The World Go Round."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Approximately 4.6 billion years ago a luminary near our solar system was destroyed in a supernova. The resulting shock wave caused the Earth to begin circumvolving on its axis. According to Newton's first law of motion, an object in motion will remain in motion unless acted upon by an outside force, usually friction. Because there is no friction in the vacuum of space to hinder or halt the Earth's rotation, it continues its constant, steady gyration to this day, hindered only by the slight friction caused by the revolution of our lunar satellite.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, what makes our world go round? Some would say love. Some would say money. To me, one of the major things that affects us is tolerance. Tolerance makes our world go round.&lt;br /&gt; Tolerance doesn't mean open-armed love. Tolerance means learning to accept people and things the way they are, even if we may not agree with them. Every single one of us has to tolerate people to some extent. For some, we have to suffer with having siblings. Some of us have trouble putting up with our parents. Even more of us can barely stand our classes or our teachers. We all try to tolerate things or people we may not want to.&lt;br /&gt; But for some reason, on a worldwide scale, we can't seem to do this. The Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland have been warring for a long time. The middle east is constantly in a state of turmoil. Mass murder happens every single day – simply because people can't tolerate each other. If, on a worldwide scale, we could learn to simply “put up” with each other, the way we do our siblings,  imagine how much better life would be! If we could find the same kind of fragile peace all over the world that we seem to have in our homes, schools, and towns, imagine how many lives would be saved! Imagine how many parents would be overjoyed just to have their children safe! Imagine how much easier it would be just to survive in a world where people could learn to tolerate one another.&lt;br /&gt; Tolerance affects us all in a very real way. In fact, if we don't learn to tolerate one another, and learn to do it soon, we will destroy each other. It's inevitable. If you're following me here, you'll understand that learning tolerance isn't only what makes our world go round, it's the only way to make sure our world keeps going round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-8502133857110982687?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8502133857110982687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=8502133857110982687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/8502133857110982687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/8502133857110982687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-makes-world-go-round.html' title='What Makes The World Go Round?'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-7846362003843131903</id><published>2008-08-30T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:09:21.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delete</title><content type='html'>A/N: This is almost a poem, but not quite. It's almost a stream of consciousness, but not quite. I like it, so I thought I'd share. It came about when I was failing in a poetry attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers hover on the key&lt;br /&gt;Itching to delete.&lt;br /&gt;Destroy these words I've put here&lt;br /&gt;Erase the things I've written.&lt;br /&gt;No one cares or wants to know&lt;br /&gt;So why bother to keep them?&lt;br /&gt;Delete these words that make no difference&lt;br /&gt;The things that make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Remove the things that make me angry;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be jealous or lonely anymore.&lt;br /&gt;With just one keystroke...&lt;br /&gt;Wipe it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that would be too simple, right?&lt;br /&gt;I'd never learn or grow.&lt;br /&gt;Is this life of mine worth living&lt;br /&gt;if I forget all that I am?&lt;br /&gt;So I won't press that key.&lt;br /&gt;I won't destroy these words.&lt;br /&gt;I'll retrace my steps and shape them.&lt;br /&gt;Work to mold them into something more.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to strive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be something,&lt;br /&gt;If our world had that key?&lt;br /&gt;With one simple little motion,&lt;br /&gt;We could delete so many things.&lt;br /&gt;We could forget about the anger...&lt;br /&gt;And we could stop the wars&lt;br /&gt;We could put a halt on violence&lt;br /&gt;and love each other as we should.&lt;br /&gt;What if, with just one keystroke,&lt;br /&gt;We could wipe it all away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that would be too simple, right?&lt;br /&gt;We'd never learn or grow.&lt;br /&gt;We've only got one world, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;We've only got one chance to do this right.&lt;br /&gt;We've got a Kingdom to build here.&lt;br /&gt;And we've got to work to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;We have to strive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Children's class this Wednesday! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~God Bless&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-7846362003843131903?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7846362003843131903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=7846362003843131903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7846362003843131903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7846362003843131903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/08/delete.html' title='Delete'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-4891167282075819867</id><published>2008-08-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:09:32.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a happy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=20&gt;&lt;u&gt;i am a happy me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size-16&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a happy me&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes it's not so easy&lt;br /&gt;to be happy&lt;br /&gt;when all the others just don't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy that you are you&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you try to do&lt;br /&gt;oh man, if only you knew&lt;br /&gt;just how much i really love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the life we have is just so great&lt;br /&gt;that i really can't wait&lt;br /&gt;for all the pain to abate&lt;br /&gt;so we can get the good stuff straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can do some awesome things, my friend&lt;br /&gt;but with all these problems we've got to mend&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of hard to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;what the world will look like in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-4891167282075819867?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4891167282075819867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=4891167282075819867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/4891167282075819867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/4891167282075819867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-happy-me.html' title='i am a happy me'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-3889844676020491493</id><published>2008-08-15T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:51:35.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>I'll be in a new building for highschool this year. I've spent a lot of time in the building, so it's not REALLY new, but I went to the orientation today anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of looking forward to it. I've changed a lot this summer and haven't had a chance to talk to several friends since the end of last semester. I was excited to see the people in my class with..."new eyes" I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as I got there and my peers started to show up, I wanted nothing more than to be anywhere except there. I was fairly desperate to get away; having trouble breathing. I've always had trouble in crowds, but this was different. It was not quite painful, just...I can't even explain. It felt like there was unbearable pressure on my chest and abdomen.  I lost count of how many times I said "Remover of Difficulties" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what the point of this post is. I hope I feel better on Monday, getting into the routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~God bless,&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-3889844676020491493?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3889844676020491493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=3889844676020491493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/3889844676020491493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/3889844676020491493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/08/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-3620465705268426270</id><published>2008-08-06T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:38:49.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not lazy, just busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmnctb60nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rKo2dS2KGk8/s1600-h/IMG016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It's been an interesting summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first month or so I went to work for my dad. It was very...interesting. I did things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wired a new shed on a chicken farm.&lt;br /&gt;Slogged through crude oil all day in 100+ heat.&lt;br /&gt;Walked on many roofs.&lt;br /&gt;Climbed many ladders.&lt;br /&gt;Ran conduit in a Food Pride grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;Fixed a well.&lt;br /&gt;Delivered more conduit about 250 miles from my home.&lt;br /&gt;Pulled thick Metal-clad cable through a 200' attic space.&lt;br /&gt;Installed a new outlet in a "cat lady's" house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on for awhile. Instead of boring you with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next three weeks of my summer were spent in Indianapolis, Indiana with my extended family. I have pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmncZOOOxI/AAAAAAAAABs/19a4enbmV6o/s1600-h/IMG010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231396548416256786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmncZOOOxI/AAAAAAAAABs/19a4enbmV6o/s320/IMG010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my uncle Jeff. I stayed with him, my aunt Dawn, and their six kids. He's in "business mode" here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmncaVBFJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EKAVJFcOsc8/s1600-h/IMG012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231396548713190546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmncaVBFJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EKAVJFcOsc8/s320/IMG012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Becca is thirteen. My cousin Amber is nine. Amber is the spitting image of me six years ago. It's kind of creepy. But I love these girls so much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmoHrOJ9wI/AAAAAAAAACc/U8fluqlhrQc/s1600-h/IMG003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231397291982190338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmoHrOJ9wI/AAAAAAAAACc/U8fluqlhrQc/s320/IMG003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Who doesn't want to see the Hard Rock Cafe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmoHAPMqAI/AAAAAAAAACU/3-VNZ0-NFaQ/s1600-h/IMG009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231397280443836418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmoHAPMqAI/AAAAAAAAACU/3-VNZ0-NFaQ/s320/IMG009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a blurry picture of one of my paintings. I picked up painting about six months ago, maybe a little less. This is my uncle's guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmoHKJ-9JI/AAAAAAAAACM/P1toYi1DvUU/s1600-h/IMG001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231397283106321554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmoHKJ-9JI/AAAAAAAAACM/P1toYi1DvUU/s320/IMG001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy this picture a lot. I'm riding in a convertible mustang here, taking a picture of the side-view mirror. Why does the sky in the mirror look bright and sunny, while around the car it looks pitch dark? Portal to another world, anyone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I just got home from my third and most exciting adventure of the summer. I went to the Great Plains Baha'i Summer School, then stayed in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area for two or three weeks. In that time, I completed three books in the Ruhi sequence, assisted in direct teaching in an IPG, saw a major-league baseball game, lived with two families, spent an evening with an awesome guy named Justin at a fair, and attended a weekend-long Animator Training intensive...It was crazy. It was amazing. Thank you Jen and Alicia and Laura and Joanne and...and...and everyone else!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll try not to be so infrequent about posting. Sorry. Have a nice year-start, everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-3620465705268426270?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3620465705268426270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=3620465705268426270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/3620465705268426270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/3620465705268426270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-not-lazy-just-busy.html' title='I&apos;m not lazy, just busy.'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SJmncZOOOxI/AAAAAAAAABs/19a4enbmV6o/s72-c/IMG010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-8260375056810312476</id><published>2008-03-06T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:30:26.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you in the hall&lt;br /&gt;I feel warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;When I see your grades are passing,&lt;br /&gt;my heart fills up with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I talk to you&lt;br /&gt;you're sure to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you laughing&lt;br /&gt;makes my day worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I say it every day.&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I care&lt;br /&gt;More than I could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You matter to me, friend.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, my days are sad.&lt;br /&gt;If you need someone to lean on,&lt;br /&gt;you know that I'd be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see the marks&lt;br /&gt;you strive so hard to hide.&lt;br /&gt;dark red, bloody testaments&lt;br /&gt;to the pain you lock inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say how much it hurts me&lt;br /&gt;To see this hurt in you.&lt;br /&gt;I've cried for you so many times&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing I can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the money's tight.&lt;br /&gt;I know the home life's rough.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're having trouble.&lt;br /&gt;And you're trying to be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too beautiful to be here.&lt;br /&gt;You're too wonderful for this.&lt;br /&gt;You're too loving to be hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Please climb out of this abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt yourself, my little friend.&lt;br /&gt;Claw out of this cage in which you dwell.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt yourself, my little friend.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're hurting me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-8260375056810312476?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8260375056810312476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=8260375056810312476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/8260375056810312476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/8260375056810312476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/03/sad-poem.html' title='Sad Poem'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-6726497082787444903</id><published>2008-01-16T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T14:59:40.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>Hee! The poem below 'The Price Of Fear' that I entered in a contest was chosen for publication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in the finals for a national competition =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't checked the website yet, but it's &lt;a href="http://www.poeticpower.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah-u-abha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-6726497082787444903?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6726497082787444903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=6726497082787444903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/6726497082787444903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/6726497082787444903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/01/ahhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhh!!!'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-5119701339829795020</id><published>2008-01-03T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:36:44.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I've been writing a lot of random poetry lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted this to the local newspaper. Tell me if it's not completely true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'TWAS THE HOUR OF MATH CLASS - A PARODY&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas the hour of Math Class -- that time we all dread;&lt;br /&gt;The kids sitting weary, wish they were in bed.&lt;br /&gt;In comes the teacher, they open their books.&lt;br /&gt;Miss X turns her back, they shoot dirty looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes the equation, they feel their heads spin.&lt;br /&gt;As she turns back to face them, they nod and they grin.&lt;br /&gt;Our mode of defense, when Miss X looks at us:&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that we know, there's no need to discuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try to get through, that's the general thought.&lt;br /&gt;Smart kid in the front...lookin' way too distraught.&lt;br /&gt;Just chill and relax, Thou art greater than I.&lt;br /&gt;You know what you're doing, there's no need to cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you have a question?' She asks with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;She shifts on her feet, just stands for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;No one asks questions in the middle school years...&lt;br /&gt;What would our peers say? The root of our fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stare at the clock, watching Math hour pass&lt;br /&gt;Miss X must not notice, when their eyes turn to glass.&lt;br /&gt;The time ticks away, moving slower each round&lt;br /&gt;There's one final minute, then the bell's welcome sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They jump to their feet, books tucked under their arm.&lt;br /&gt;They have been waiting for that fateful alarm.&lt;br /&gt;Out into the hall, they're moving so fast.&lt;br /&gt;With a whoop they all shout, “Freedom at LAST!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted this to a national poetry contest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRICE OF FEAR&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness falling swallows light.&lt;br /&gt;Pain and anger,&lt;br /&gt;fast and bright.&lt;br /&gt;All love destroyed as Darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;The dearest cost &lt;br /&gt;was paid tonight.&lt;br /&gt;A tear escapes &lt;br /&gt;a mother's eye.&lt;br /&gt;For this world's plight, &lt;br /&gt;her son has died.&lt;br /&gt;As Darkness falls, a strangled cry.&lt;br /&gt;If this is fair,&lt;br /&gt;then tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;Explain to me.&lt;br /&gt;Can this be right?&lt;br /&gt;As darkness fell, that evil night,&lt;br /&gt;how many died, &lt;br /&gt;for human fright?&lt;br /&gt;For war we die.&lt;br /&gt;For war we fight.&lt;br /&gt;How many more will die tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a "Favorite Snacks" Journal for English class. I twisted it...It's half-rap, half-nonsense-poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNACK RAP &lt;br /&gt;Cassandra &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit 'o Honey, bite of bacon, bun bar, bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;Grab your money, have some fun! Get more, say YUM!&lt;br /&gt;Caramello, cherry mash, chick-o-stick, clark bar.&lt;br /&gt;Say hello, scarf some hash, catch a flick, that's bizarre!&lt;br /&gt;Milk 'n' honey, mallo cup, mountain cherry, macaroons.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be funny, give it up. Your face should vary, like the moon's.&lt;br /&gt;Pickled feet, pepperoni, popcorn, pretzel sticks.&lt;br /&gt;Something sweet, macaroni, I should warn, those are Nick's.&lt;br /&gt;Salsa chips, snickers bars, sandwiches, sugar lumps.&lt;br /&gt;Open lips, eat what's ours, a nose twitches, someone jumps!&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon, whatchamacallit, wintergreen, wonder bread.&lt;br /&gt;You're excellin', gotta admit, you lucky teen, just stay well-fed.&lt;br /&gt;With all this food, how can you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Come on, dude! I couldn't stick.&lt;br /&gt;Change it up, try beans and ketchup!&lt;br /&gt;Why not? Just give it a shot. &lt;br /&gt;Lots to choose, and nothin' to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this for ... nothing. It's not all that good, and is really repetitive, but I actually like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL TERRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;people around me!&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;wonders to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Time stretches forward.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;flying so free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;family and friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;living to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hideous, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;Anger and hate.&lt;br /&gt;Hideous, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;Running from fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hideous, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;Time's frozen still.&lt;br /&gt;Hideous, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;Pain won't abate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hideous, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;Cold and alone&lt;br /&gt;Hideous, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;Dying; too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;Living this way.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;wasting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;Under the shell&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;running astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;never give up..&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;savor this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Hideous, Hideous&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can almost see you falling asleep, I'll stop here. Thanks for reading...and I really would appreciate feedback on these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Peace be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-5119701339829795020?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5119701339829795020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=5119701339829795020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/5119701339829795020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/5119701339829795020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-ive-been-writing-lot-of-random.html' title=''/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-1727834611565435472</id><published>2007-10-22T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:45:47.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing it?</title><content type='html'>This probably won't make much sense. Stream of consciousness here. Bear with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm losing it. There's no real explanation. I'm crying a lot and just...out of it all. I feel like life in general just got about ten times harder to deal with, even though I know it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try really hard...so hard to be nice. I try to be kind to everyone. I try to love everyone. I think I'm failing. I get snarled at a lot...I'm having trouble being kind. I mean, I'll say something cruel and catch it &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; I've said it. Then I'll punish myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I tore myself up, it was pretty bad. I was crying...I'd said something horrible. My dad told me that I was the only one who expected me to be so good all the time, and that I should ease up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't know about that. I might be the only &lt;em&gt;person&lt;/em&gt; who expects me to be good...bu God wants me to as well, so it can't be pointless. I know I have to accept that I make mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. But it only takes one "mistake" to close someone's heart off from me. If I say one wrong thing to one wrong person at one wrong time, I've just ruined a chance at spreading the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I accept mistakes, right? Everyone makes mistakes. But I can't just accept them, because too many mistakes and I've ruined something that could be great. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for rambling. Figured I have to put it out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-1727834611565435472?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1727834611565435472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=1727834611565435472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/1727834611565435472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/1727834611565435472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2007/10/losing-it.html' title='Losing it?'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-1927923002715517445</id><published>2007-10-07T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:21:51.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/RwmwEW8ebQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sLwbwU4Msh8/s1600-h/100_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/RwmwEW8ebQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sLwbwU4Msh8/s320/100_0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118816040408476930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl sat, bleary eyed, staring at her monitor. A half-finished report flickered on the screen. A stack of homework teetered precariously on the arm of the couch, next to her. She'd been working all day, an entire Sunday wasted, and hadn't seemed to get anywhere at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwmwl28ebRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WqoRBFvv4Y0/s1600-h/100_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwmwl28ebRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WqoRBFvv4Y0/s320/100_0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118816615934094610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With a huff, she pushed away from her computer screen, pulled on a sweater, ran outside and jumped on her bike. She HAD to get away. The bag she'd thought to bring with her carried a change of clothes. Maybe she'd just ride to the monument and spend a night with the crickets. She was so, so tired of this place, of this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/RwmxrG8ebSI/AAAAAAAAABE/0KDpL72tN-A/s1600-h/100_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/RwmxrG8ebSI/AAAAAAAAABE/0KDpL72tN-A/s320/100_0276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118817805640035618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suddenly...she couldn't explain it, but on her way out to the Monument, she was drawn onto the tree-lined path that lead into the cemetary. She hadn't intended to go there, but something made her turn her bike to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/RwmyXG8ebTI/AAAAAAAAABM/xLsOGubkEEw/s1600-h/100_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/RwmyXG8ebTI/AAAAAAAAABM/xLsOGubkEEw/s320/100_0270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118818561554279730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know what was happening. Her bike seemed almost to steer itself, further and further into the cemetary. She'd never been in this part. Great-gramma Fern was buried waaaaay over there. When her breath started to come in short, pained gasps, she stopped and looked around. The sunset was absolutely breathtaking. Scanning the graves, a name made her stop. The headstone itself looked ancient and ragged. Inman. Inman? Gloria Inman...Where had she heard that name before? Digging deep, it clicked. Great-grandma Fern's grandma. Would that make her my great-great-great-grandma? Wow. Five generations back. All of her roots were in this place, in this town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwm0cm8ebUI/AAAAAAAAABU/KsPT2enH45c/s1600-h/100_0261_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwm0cm8ebUI/AAAAAAAAABU/KsPT2enH45c/s320/100_0261_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118820855066815810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew there was a reason she'd been shown this. She needed a reminder, that this was her home. This is where she is needed. No matter how eager she is to get away, to move on, to do more...this is her home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-1927923002715517445?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1927923002715517445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=1927923002715517445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/1927923002715517445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/1927923002715517445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a Time...'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/RwmwEW8ebQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sLwbwU4Msh8/s72-c/100_0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-5161230362277946649</id><published>2007-10-06T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:21:52.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Classes!</title><content type='html'>Today we had a really fantastic Children's Class. I love being a of the classes so, so much! I don't know wha I'm going to do later this year... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1lW8ebLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/itc-RxYZm9c/s1600-h/100_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1lW8ebLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/itc-RxYZm9c/s320/100_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118470261181410482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids are totally a light in my week. I love being with them, playing with them...I look forward to my Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1mG8ebMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0XdmaB43NNM/s1600-h/100_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1mG8ebMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/0XdmaB43NNM/s320/100_0215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118470274066312386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...Speech team starts up this week and from about mid-November through mid-March, there are meets almost every single Saturday. They last all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1mW8ebNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CFXWheWt4cc/s1600-h/100_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1mW8ebNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CFXWheWt4cc/s320/100_0216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118470278361279698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do if I can't teach. The Children's Classes have been an integral part of my life for the last few years. I can't even imagine just NOT doing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1nm8ebOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/G9kCbARFsac/s1600-h/100_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1nm8ebOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/G9kCbARFsac/s320/100_0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118470299836116194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech is just about the only Extra-curric activity I'm capable of doing. It's pretty much the only thing I might be any good at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1n28ebPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I-H9m5jCPZQ/s1600-h/100_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1n28ebPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I-H9m5jCPZQ/s320/100_0233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118470304131083506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do Speech badly. I love these kids. What do I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any Remover of difficulties save God? Say: Praised be God! He is God! All are His servants, and all abide by His bidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The Bab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-5161230362277946649?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5161230362277946649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=5161230362277946649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/5161230362277946649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/5161230362277946649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2007/10/childrens-classes.html' title='Children&apos;s Classes!'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/Rwh1lW8ebLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/itc-RxYZm9c/s72-c/100_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-4523812448445880917</id><published>2007-10-01T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:10:14.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting?</title><content type='html'>I'm in a World Geography class, which I really am enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're studying the Middle East. I have to write a report on it, 1 - 2 pages typed and double spaced (grr). And Mister Clark warned me not to write about the start of the Baha'i Faith if I wanted a good grade. BLEH! Now what am I supposed to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll write on Acre. Ancient prison cities are always fun to write about, don't you think? The only problem would be fitting it into two pages...Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the topic of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in my W.G. class we watched this video that was very cool. I'd have thought it to be a Baha'i film, aside from the fact that they didn't include the Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film focused on each o the major religions in turn. I think it included Buhddism, Hinduism, Zorastrian, Christianity (and its many demoninations, Islam, Judaism, and Sikhism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was so cool? They were talking about the similarities instead of the differences! Aggh it was great. The movie showed the quote from each of those Religions that stated...well, basically the golden rule. They also talked about how they all had such similar values and were monotheistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? See!? They see it! It's not just the Baha'is. Maybe the world is starting on its path to a brighter future. Maybe not. But I have hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed is he who preferreth his brother before himself."  ~ Baha'u'llah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." ~ Leviticus 19:18; Matthew 22:39; Mark 12:31; Luke 10:27; Romans 13:9; Galatians 5:14; James 2:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful." ~ Udana-Varga 5:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not unto others what you would not have them do unto you." ~ Analects 15:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one of you is a believer until he desires for his brother that which he desires for himself."    &lt;br /&gt;~ Sunnab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All things are our relatives; what we do to everything, we do to ourselves. All is really One." &lt;br /&gt;~ Black Elk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever is disagreeable to yourself do not do unto others."  ~ Shayast-na-Shayast 13:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pulled off of...&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/tx6/desertwind/rule.html"&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/tx6/desertwind/rule.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-4523812448445880917?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4523812448445880917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=4523812448445880917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/4523812448445880917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/4523812448445880917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2007/10/interesting.html' title='Interesting?'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-7441549319114884549</id><published>2007-09-23T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:28:27.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things I Like About Me</title><content type='html'>Talieh tagged me...This will be hard for me. Give it a shot, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love my ability to get along with my brother. Honestly, how many little sisters will tell you that their big bro is probably their best friend? My brother's spirit, humor, and individuality keep me sane sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This is going to sound odd, but I love just being me! I love that I can keep to my personality, whether I'm in a group of friends, family, Baha'is, adults, or little kids. The way I talk, my opinions, my thoughts and patterns don't change. I think it makes me predictable, or at least easier to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I like the way I can tell a story and watch a kid's eyes light up with interest. It's a talent I only started developing a few months ago, but I love it. I love watching a child learn something, and want to learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have to agree with Talieh...I love that I'm a Baha'i. 'nuff said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I like that I'm willing to try most anything at least once. Whether it be food, singing, Speech team, teaching...I like that just because they scare me and I may not be good enough at them, I'll always try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I like that people see me as responsible. I don't ever have to say that I am a responsible, people will automatically ask me to watch their kid, or run something to the post office for them. It makes me smile to know that I'm trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I like that I can cook! Not many people my age can cook for their family. I have my mom to thank for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Now for the really superficial one. I like my eyes. They're a pretty unique color, and my lashes are long enough that I won't ever need mascara. Hooray for my best facial feature being hidden behind glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I love that I'm decent with musical instruments. Everything I've tried, I've been able to pick up pretty quickly. I can't sing worth a dime, but I love music. I'm glad I can express that some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Finally, I like that while there are people who won't say they like me, there aren't really people who &lt;em&gt;dis&lt;/em&gt;like me. At least not openly. It's pretty cool to know most everyone is at ease with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got them all, unless I miscounted. I don't really have anyone to tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-7441549319114884549?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7441549319114884549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=7441549319114884549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7441549319114884549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/7441549319114884549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2007/09/ten-things-i-like-about-me.html' title='Ten Things I Like About Me'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-2578015488326793671</id><published>2007-09-22T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:36:21.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure?</title><content type='html'>Okay, today we had our first Children's Class of the year. It went okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Low points: &lt;/strong&gt;I didn't do so well. I haven't done so well lately, as a teacher. I'm stumbling over my words and not able to really catch attention without saying something &lt;em&gt;wrong.&lt;/em&gt; I love teaching, I love the kids. I guess I just need more practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High points: &lt;/strong&gt;Marilyn and Paul were great! The kids learned how to use a GPS, and Marilyn was fantastic talking about distinction. They listened fairly well when I had to tell a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the highest point was just getting to see the kids and play with them again. I miss them so much when I don't get to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two seekers in in town! yes! New interest is always awesome! I only wish we could get some youth interest. But I suppose that's my job at the moment, huh? *nudges Keaton*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, I'm doing really well so far as a highschooler. My English teacher loves me to bits. She's having me write for national contests and such. Exciting, nerve-racking stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother crashed his car. He hit a parked car, moving 15 m/h. That was an interesting evening. He works at McDonald's now. 30 hours per week, plus school. I don't know when he sleeps. It's not very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jr. Youth starts next week, wish me LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God! guide me, protect me, illumine the lamp of my heart, and make me a brilliant star. Thou art the mighty and the powerful." ~'Abdu'l-Baha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-2578015488326793671?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2578015488326793671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=2578015488326793671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/2578015488326793671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/2578015488326793671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2007/09/failure.html' title='Failure?'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-3153659577699058884</id><published>2007-08-14T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:58:08.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoidance!</title><content type='html'>I've been avoiding updating this for way too long. I don't like writing about myself much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I don't know what to write. I could put a lot of things down here, but picking the most interesting/important is hard. There isn't really anything interesting to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to start highschool. Ninth grade...fun...Errm...yeah. The school system is starting a new program this year. Ninth graders aren't a part of the Junior High, or the Highschool. We're now a completely seperate school -- the Freshman Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that means is...we're seperated and put in one small part of the Jr. High building and put on Block Schedules...Oh, and look! We get our own door! There's even a sign. Yippeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get a job at the local bakery...Hopefully I'll find out about that soon. If I don't get one there, next I'll try the Heritage Rest Home...they're looking for cooks/cleaners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few weeks I'll be starting the Ruhi sequence with a lady named Suzanne. Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's Classes start up again sometime in the next month! :) The problem is, both of the jobs that are open for me right now will overlap with the children's classes...So I don't know what I am going to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the results of this year's schedule for me will be...exhaustion and happiness...hopefully I'll be happy enough that being tired all the time won't matter so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my Grandpa lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord!  Make this youth radiant, and confer Thy bounty upon this poor creature.  Bestow upon him knowledge, grant him added strength at the break of every morn and guard him within the shelter of Thy protection so that he may be freed from error, may devote himself to the service of Thy Cause, may guide the wayward, lead the hapless, free the captives and awaken the heedless, that all may be blessed with Thy remembrance and praise.  Thou art the Mighty and the Powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Abdu'l-Baha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-3153659577699058884?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3153659577699058884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=3153659577699058884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/3153659577699058884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/3153659577699058884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2007/08/avoidance.html' title='Avoidance!'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-116493849883598656</id><published>2006-11-30T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:01:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplanes and Heart Attacks</title><content type='html'>I'm about to go on my very first plane ride. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather has had a severe heart attack and is in unstable/critical condition. Fact is, he might and is likely to die. I've never met him. Hence why I am going on a plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa is 66 years old and lives in Indianapolis, Indiana. we're taking a flight from Denver, Colorado to Atlanta, Georgia. From Atlanta we head for Indi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be an approximately 7-hour flight, total, starting at 7 am. Meaning we have to be there at 5 for check-ins and such. Meaning we have to leave for Denver at 1 am. 5 hours and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Mom, brother and I) will be staying in Indi for about 9 days, at my Uncle Jeff's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous and excited about the plane ride. I'm absolutely terrified of heights, but everyone has told me it's a load of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying constantly for my Granddad. I don't want to lose him when I've never or barely met him, but I know it may just be time for him to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm going to miss a week of school and two Children's Classes. I'm going to be surrounded by unfamiliar faces and unknown relatives, in a city I've never seen before. I'm crossing my fingers that I may find a Baha'i community nearby - and perhaps attend a class or meeting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Baha'is in my community are a constant uplifting influence. they encourage me and hold my hand while I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah'u'abha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, My God! I have set out from my home, holding fast unto the cord of Thy love, and I have committed myself wholly to Thy care and Thy protection. I entreat Thee by Thy power through which Thy didst protect Thy loved ones from the wayward and perverse, and from every contumacious oppressor, and every wicked doer who hath strayed far from Thee, to keep me safe by Thy bounty and Thy grace. Enable me, then, to return to my home by Thy power and Thy might. Thou art, truly, the Almighty, the Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baha'u'llah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-116493849883598656?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116493849883598656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=116493849883598656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/116493849883598656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/116493849883598656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2006/11/airplanes-and-heart-attacks.html' title='Airplanes and Heart Attacks'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-116114792954107810</id><published>2006-10-17T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:15:21.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is annoying.</title><content type='html'>Why? It just keeps going...and going...I wish sometimes that I could stop time for about ten minutes just to catch my breath and contemplate. There seems to be so much to do suddenly. I don't know how it all started moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan children's classes now, partly. I seem to be connecting with the kids in a way I couldn't last year. They've become so much fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also planned out two feasts, which is amazing and wonderful - at least to me. A year ago I never would have thought the Faith was this strong. It's all-consuming. I've found myself thinking over a hidden word scribbled on my palm in the middle of Algebra. Crazy insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School seemed to get three times as hard recently. Algebra is a pain. I love Earth Science this year :-). the workings of the universe amaze me. My Science teacher is actually attending a fireside next week. She and I have had a lot of wonderful discussions about the similarities of Science and Religion. They really do walk hand-in-hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tested for Arthritis twice and am going to a rheumatlolgist this Friday. Hopefully I'll know where the pain is coming from soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out for basketball...Yeah, I'll just leave that one alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Baha'i unit convention on the 16th. It was so fun. =D I rode six hours in a car with three people older than my Grandma - and enjoyed it! While we were there, I had a conversation with a Lady about Baha'i jewelry. I told her that I had a necklace at one time and it got broken. She took off the necklace she was wearing and handed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kindness of the people in my faith continually astounds me. From an amazing youth who would spend a year away from home to serve, to a lady who would give something of her own to a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bahai.com/Bahaullah/images/ya-baha.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.bahai.com/Bahaullah/images/ya-baha.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah'u'abha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is one, man is one,&lt;br /&gt;And all the religions are one.&lt;br /&gt;Land and sea, hill and valley,&lt;br /&gt;Under the beautiful sun.&lt;br /&gt;God is one, man is one,&lt;br /&gt;And all the religions agree.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone learns the three onenesses,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll have world unity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-116114792954107810?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/116114792954107810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=116114792954107810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/116114792954107810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/116114792954107810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-is-annoying.html' title='Time is annoying.'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-115735109459152243</id><published>2006-09-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:30:03.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Guesses What It Took</title><content type='html'>Y'know, I just read my last post and realized how much had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my title says, three guesses what it took to make me open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl. Her name is Naomi. I've known her for a few years, I helped her learn to read. This is the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cassie, what's a matter? You look sad. You're not sad a lot." We were in the park, eating Ice cream...of course, my brother was a few feet away (oi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sad," I said. "I really am sad a lot lately. I can't help it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you sad, Cassie? You said life was s'pose to be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed. She was adorable sometimes, other times she made me really think. "I'm sad because I'm confused." We sat down on the grass and she sat in my lap and faced me. "Too many changes, I can't help it, Naomi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually dropped her ice cream on the ground, grabbed my cheeks, and gave me a big, sticky, little-girl kiss (an adorable moment.) "You're special, Cassie, and I love you. You're always telling me about friends you got, and friends are s'pose to make you happy. You make me sad when you're sad, Cassie. I miss you being happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly started crying right there, because she made me realize something. I once heard about a ripple effect. When someone is angry, the anger spreads, it gets wider and wider until everyone around you is angry. I had to think back. I was worrying my parents, and my brother had all but stopped talking to me. I was being so selfish, and I didn't have  really concrete reason why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that popped my eyes open was attending  baha'i meeting. It was like...wow. I had almost forgotten this amazing support I could get just by picking up the phone. They all happened to be there that night. I got hugged at least 8 times (!) which was sort of odd. but when we sat down and started saying the prayers...I can't describe the sensation. The most incredible sense of belonging you can imagine...magnified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third was just a half hour ago...I was checking my friend, Hannah's blog...and there was a message there from a lady named Nina...for me. A complete stranger to me. I was...a bit shocked. but then I thought about it. This lady found and read my blog...then when she couldn't post a message to mine...posted it to someone else's in hopes that it would be passed to me. This seems to be the word of the evening...Wow!! Kindness is a virtue, one that is well-carried out by many people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my realization:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression and sadness only seem overwhelming. When in Darkness, always search for light. This alone will make the darkness shrink away. The kindness and generosity of this world, the few people in every million who will offer a word, a hand, a smile to help are worth being happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God! Refresh and gladden my spirit. Purify my heart. Illumine my powers. I lay all my affairs in Thy hand. Thou art my Guide and my Refuge. I will no longer be sorrowful and grieved; I will be a happy and joyful being. O God! I will no longer be full of anxiety, nor will I let trouble harass me. I will not dwell on the unpleasant things of life.&lt;br /&gt;O God! Thou art more friend to me than I am to myself. I dedicate myself to Thee, O Lord."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Abdu'l-Baha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-115735109459152243?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115735109459152243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=115735109459152243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/115735109459152243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/115735109459152243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-guesses-what-it-took.html' title='Three Guesses What It Took'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-115455447612678958</id><published>2006-08-02T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:34:36.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Life Goes By...</title><content type='html'>I find that I need my faith more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how long it's been since I posted to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are about three precious weeks left of Summer, and then I'm back in the Junior High for another year of crowds and bullcrap. Can't you see the excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this year, I can begin to rely less on school and the people around me for support. Last year I grew up a lot, this summer even more, and next year I would like to leave childhood behind me, or at least most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've closed in on myself this summer, dependent on things that I do by myself. I've not attended a group meeting of any kind in over a month, and it's startig to wear on me. I don't want to be a hermit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had so many ightmares that keep me awake at night, so many odd dreams that I can remember in perfect color and detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Que Sera Sera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lay your confidence in the everlasting bounty, turn to the presence of the generous God; ask assistance from the Kingdom of Abha; seek confirmation from the Supreme World; turn thy vision to the horizon of eternal wealth; and pray for help from the Source of Mercy!"&lt;br /&gt;               Compilations, Baha'i World Faith, p. 351&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-115455447612678958?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/115455447612678958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=115455447612678958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/115455447612678958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/115455447612678958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-life-goes-by.html' title='As Life Goes By...'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-114909901855436857</id><published>2006-05-31T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:10:18.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love SUMMER</title><content type='html'>I survived the seventh grade. A miracle, in my eyes. this year was the hardest of my life. So many things happening, changing. But I made it, and summer's here at last. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up late, spending al my time reading, writing, and playing an addictive pirate game are the fun parts. But I might be able to get a summer job this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-114909901855436857?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114909901855436857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=114909901855436857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114909901855436857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114909901855436857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-summer.html' title='I love SUMMER'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-114688899362204960</id><published>2006-05-05T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:16:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4776/2805/1600/_sasami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4776/2805/400/_sasami.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yes, I lied. I'm laying on my couch, seven hour past my last post, and creating another one. -_-;;...I'm really wanting to try adding pictures, so I guess I'll give it a shot. I'm watching the Tenchi Muyo DVDR's that Hannah loaned me. They are weird to watch because they have the Japanese words and the English words going at the same time. So instead of one person talking, there are two, and instead of two, there are four. It makes my head hurt to watch too many of them. They are really good though! I saw Tenchi years ago, when they had it on Toonami, but they got rid of it and now I am so glad to watch it again...My favorite character is, as they always seem to be, the youngest of the lot: Sasami. She's a kid with bright blue hair who is a cook...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-114688899362204960?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114688899362204960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=114688899362204960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114688899362204960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114688899362204960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-lied.html' title='I lied...'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-114686871016473757</id><published>2006-05-05T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:38:30.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At one time a Ridvan Party</title><content type='html'>The party is this weekend! It was originally a Ridvan party but was rescheduled to tomorrow,then rescheduled again for the next day. I can't waitfor the party! Rightnow I'm making brownies for it, soon I'll make cookies, too.^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to see if we can get some newinterested junior youth! There will, hopefully, be a bunch coming to the party, and I hope some of them will start coming to the classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-114686871016473757?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114686871016473757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=114686871016473757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114686871016473757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114686871016473757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-one-time-ridvan-party.html' title='At one time a Ridvan Party'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-114652604020618818</id><published>2006-05-01T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:27:20.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy MayDay</title><content type='html'>First of all, Allah-u-abha, happy Mayday, and happy 11th day of Ridvan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved a letter in the mail today from the National Spiritual Assembly of the Baha'is of the United States.  It was a congratulatory note from the Treasurer to all Baha'is thanking us in meeting the goal of the Kingdom Project. The letter made me happy and excited for the begining of The next Five Year Plan! Since I now consider myself a Baha'i Junior Youth, I am very much looking forward to doing all I can for the new Plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 12th and Final day of Ridvan 2006. I'm sad to see this holiday end, but glad to see the continued growth in the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdu'l-Baha says: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O Friends of God! Be ye assured that in place of these contributions, your agriculture, your industry, and your commerce will be blessed by manifold increases, with goodly gifts and bestowals...There is no boubt that the living Lord will abundantly confirm those who expend their wealth in His path."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not old enough to be a registered Baha'i and can therefore contribute no money to the Faith. However, some the closest and dearest people in the world to me do so continually. I am glad for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-114652604020618818?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114652604020618818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=114652604020618818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114652604020618818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114652604020618818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mayday.html' title='Happy MayDay'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26771392.post-114577525761804546</id><published>2006-04-22T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:35:10.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Her Fault</title><content type='html'>I want you all to know, this is Hannah's (one of my Best Friends) fault. She showed me her blog, and I thought it was awesome. ^_^...She has pictures of me up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm Cassandra, but a few people call me Cassie. I yelled at someone once for calling me that, but hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add Hannah's link up here soon, I think. Once I figure out how, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today we had Children's classes. I remember earlier this year, when we would sometimes would have two or three students. Now it seems like We never have less than a dozen!! It's amazing to watch them all growing up! I have been helping with (or trying to help with) the classes for almost a year now. It always makes me feel good to see one of those little kids learn a quote or remember something we learned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Youth classes (in which I am a student rather than a teacher) don't always go so wonderfully. There are only five of us who routinely come to the class, and three of those are kind of sketchy. Sometimes Hannah and I are the only ones there. My brother usually shows up, and so do the girls in the class, but I wish it could be more concrete. And even when others do show up, we seem to get disrupted and unfocused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day of Ridvan. There was a potluck and prayers and the Baha'is presented me with a prayer book. It's the first prayer book. Before I usually just used my mom and dad's books. But now I have my own, and it is signed by all the Bahai's in the community! I love that book, and I'll keep it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potluck was a lot of fun. I got to talk a lot, which is, of course, my favorite thing to do in the world. :D...Not to mention I got to wrestle Hannah. I'm bigger than her now, but she is a LOT stronger! She pinned me three times, then stuck grass up my nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now. So y'all know, I can't get on the computer very often at the moment, so until Summer the posts will be few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26771392-114577525761804546?l=cassandraxforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/feeds/114577525761804546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26771392&amp;postID=114577525761804546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114577525761804546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26771392/posts/default/114577525761804546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cassandraxforever.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-her-fault.html' title='All Her Fault'/><author><name>CassandraxForever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11683008055585354564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXF6R4i0bAY/SMvy3QndLFI/AAAAAAAAACo/zwxcr9enwgc/S220/100_1032.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
