The Cassandra-Rose Gazette

Hmmmm . . . texting, there is a lot of texting. My sister especially likes to call or text from another room when we are in the same house. That's annoying. Everybody in my family has facebook too. Which is good since I'm in college and it keeps them up-to-date on my family life. My youngest brother probably talks to me the most. My father still hasn't been on his since he got back from Afgan. My mom never comments on anybody's page, but she's always silently stalking. My grandmother loves commenting on each and every status update it seems. I also find it's harder to be saracastic with my statuses--or to put song lyrics--because suddenly my aunts or my grandma is like: "what's up" and I have to be all like, nothig, I promise. I think my family also likes that I take a lot of pictures and post them, so they can see what's been going on with my college life.

My oldest friend, Ethan, is still one of my best friends. We go to college together, so that's pretty flippin awesome. He's like a brother to me and has always been a constant in my life. Whether he was making me cry or he was letting me cry on his shoulder. Our friendship has evolved a lot over the years and I like where we are now. I really only have one friend from high school that I keep in consistant contact with, although there are still a lot of my friends that I think about often. And that's my absolute best friend, Christine. It's weird because she's married now, so our lives are in completely different places. But I'm glad that despite the changes, our friendship is able to continue. I'm in my third year of college and I have made a lot of close girlfriends that I know we continue on after we've all graduated. There's something comforting about close friendship. Although I'm very open about my life, a lot of it is an act. It's hard for me to let people truly close to me. It's a mark of trust to be so vulnerable with others and I am glad that I have people that I'm able to show that other side to. Also, it's just great to act like a girl, instead of being "just one of the guys".

So yeah . . .

I LOVE FRIENDS!

I LOVE teen flicks from the 80s. My favorite was probably The Breakfast Club, although I really adored them all. (Some Kind of Wonderful was also a WONDERFUL movie.) My favorite teen flick from the nineties was 10 Things I Hate About You. As for my teen flick from THIS decade?? What do we have . . . really?!?! I mean, High School Musical?!?! Is that where the great teen flicks have sunken to. Le sigh . . . . Still mad that ABC family made a 10 Things I Hate About You tv show. I mean, does anybody even watch it?! Simply disgusting.

Let Brat Pack films live on forever! Hughes, you may have died, but your name will be forever memorialized with the greatest teen movies ever created!

Cassandra

So I have a blogger now . . . although I haven't written on it for the past two weeks. But eh, what's new. The only person who even follows me is my mother. And let's not lie, that's pretty much lame.

I haven't been on here in MONTHS and when I went to get on this, I was trying to do cassandrarose52 (thinking that was my username). But I couldn't sign in, so I finally just went to my email and did a search of 'livejournal'. Lo and behold! Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I actually had TWO live journals. Crazy, I know. Turns out that cassandrarose52 WAS my username. Just my username from highschool. (the jury's still out on what my password was. I mean, I only have two that I usually use. And only one when I was in high school.)

So there was my future self looking at my past self--a high school senior with a disinterested look to her face and long straight hair in pigtails, but you know, those cool pigtails--it's totally crazy. But apparently the past me didn't have much to say on livejournal. She filled out her bio . . . the usual stuff like her hobbies and her career choice and the fact that she's a complete oxymoron . . . but she never even managed to put one journal entry.  At least that I could find!

But alas, I suppose that's a good thing.

No more to say for the day.

Cassandra (the now me!)

Things have been super busy as of late. Finals are finally done and I'm finally back home. But since being home, my laptop has completely died on me. Well . . . actually, my dear mother knocked hot chocolate on it and it screwed up the screen. And then the next morning, she knocked over a bottle of diet coke . . . on my computer.

LOL.

On the bright side, the destruction of my laptop will give me the push I need for buying a new laptop, like I've been talking about doing for the past six months. I REALLY want a macbook and although I have the money to buy one, I can't really afford it, so I think I'm going to buy a cheaper computer instead. I was thinking maybe a Sony Vaio . . . because they're CUTE! (Great reason to buy one, I know . . . ) Do you know anything about them?

In other news, we have a new house!!! YES!! My family now OFFICIALLY lives in Charlestown and I must admit I really love our new home. (Although the lack of wireless does pose a problem for me!) Anyways, the house is SO cute. It's deep, not wide. There are two bedrooms downstairs and a bedroom upstairs. Also upstairs, there's this loft-like place (which is Kegan's room). Me mum and I will be sharing a room and all the other kids will have a room of their own. All the walls are white (the sad part of renting an apartment) and there's also a living/dining area and a kitchen. All which are open.

I love my little new house . . . even though I fear that with my siblings the little house will get too little too soon, . .

Not yet wanting to go back to school, but I sure do wish I would have went to the library yesterday to pick up a book I wanted to read. All of my winter reading books are at my house right now. Unfortunately for me, I am here at Ethan's. Ergo, I don't have anything to read . . . yet.

Well, I must be going.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

But I'm tired of writing, that's for sure!!

Lots of Love Love Love!

Cassandra

P.S. Merry Merry Christmas.

It's been a long time since my heart started beating this hard and this fast just after saying two words. I have it bad and I'm not going to lie, it's starting to scare me a bit. I need a break . . . I guess it's a good thing that school's out in less than two weeks.

When did I get this pathetic?

So . . . Christmas Party . . . it was great. I love dancing. (Yes, there was dancing at an Asbury-sponsored event . . . or rhythmic movement as we like to call it.)

It was just . . . refreshing, you know. I have a lot of things that still need to be accomplished before the school year is out, but I think that breaks like that are amazing. I mean, it was even better then screaming at the top of my lungs. Which also happens to be very depressing. Plus, I'm sure to have lost at least two pounds.

LOL.

Oh!

And did I mention . . . I looked GOOD.

Perhaps this is a good time to insert a picture.

One moment . . .



Yeah . . . I'm a fox. ^_^

Goodnight all . . .

So last night, I went to class prayer in the first time since . . . . well, since the very first class prayer my freshman year.

I've been a lot more negative and more self-destructive this semester than I have been in a very long time. I think there were a variety of reasons for my attitude this semester. Some of it had to do with SAD. November has always been a particularly hard month for me. That's why I'm so thankful for NaNoWriMo because it gives me the perfect excuse to retreat aways from people, which is often exactly what I want to do during the winter months. It usually gets better around Christmas time before I'm glad to have a break and I'm glad to be around family. But I wouldn't be surprised if come late January/February I start to get a bit more moody again.

And as trite as this may make me sound, I think a lot of it also had to do with having my mother so far away. For the first time since starting college, this semester I felt distant from my mom. But more than that, I felt parted from my siblings and the fact that I couldn't be there for them, and from my church and just wanting to go ONE Sunday, and my friends back home who I never get to see. And I really started to feel alone, because even though I have great friends here, this semester, especially, I felt like they have all had somebody else. Or if not somebody, something that tended to occupy their times. Not saying that they haven't been there for me because they have. I couldn't be more thankful for my girl friends, especially, but that doesn't mean that I never get lonely.

When I first came to Asbury, I had hopes that everything would suddenly, magically appear better. I'd be able to take on the world single-handedly; all of the insecurities I had in high school would disappear; youth ministry would be a breeze; heck! I'd be able to suddenly build a perfect father-daughter relationship with a man I've never even met before.

But life isn't that simple. And suddenly the struggles that I faced seemed to me as if I was being hypocritical. And there is nothing that I dislike more than being hypocritical. So how did I rectify this situation?? By retreating even more into myself and losing a lot of the drive and motivation that I once had. That's the problem with being overly optimistic. . . when things don't turn out right, you tend to drag yourself down a lot. LOL

But anyways, getting back to the first sentence, I went to class prayer last night. And God decided to have that sense of humor of his again. There are some who may think that drawing a card out of a bucket is just luck . . . it has nothing to do with God. But I disagree. I believe that God works through everything and it is up to us to see God in every situation. In this particular situation, I happened to be listening a bit harder than I have been as of late. Everybody had a slip of paper with a verse and a description of God.

Mine happened to say Master.

What have I been doing lately?? I have been retreating from others; but most importantly, I have been retreating from God. I have been trying my hardest . . . without even trying at all . . . to shut myself away from God's commands. I said that I wanted to live in perfect obedience with Christ, but have done little to live this statement out.

I believe this is a pitfall that many Christians fall into. It's a difficult struggle  . . . to truly and authentically match your actions with your words. You don't have to be a major drinker or act promiscuous or break all the laws to be what some may call a 'bad Christian'. Sometimes it's the little things; it's the being lukewarm when you should be on fire; it's the ignoring God's order to say that one thing to a friend; it's the closing yourself off from the world when you should be living in the community.

Because that is what the Church is. It is not a building. It is a community of believers. One person does not a church make. It is through Christians fellowshipping together and living out God's commands TOGETHER that truly glorifies God. And that is what I have been missing, I think. I talk about God and my beliefs, but when is the last time I truly just spent time in authentic fellowship with others and wondered at God's glory??

Let's just say that's it has been a long while.

I'm back on campus for the last two weeks of the semester. I am SO ready for the year to be over. I'm ready for a new year . . . a new start. There's something about that time which just gives me so much hope. Despite all the materialism that plagues this season, there is just something about these weeks that inspire promise!!

Yeah . . .

It's World AIDS Day. Today in chapel, I once again wondered why I was here in America. Why am I even at Asbury. There is SO MUCH MORE I could be doing; what's the point of even being in college??? I mean, I love it here. But sometimes, I think that college, so far, has done me more harm than good. This is my own fault, of course. I have allowed myself to follow down paths that I didn't want to go. And for stupid reasons too.

An old friend of mine asked how it was that I am so strong. Did I seem strong in high school, because I didn't feel like it. And I don't feel like it now. I guess I really am just good at acting . . . lol.

My mom is finally back in the states. I was able to see her. I hope that her return will change things. I have long since thought that her return would make everything better. Maybe I'm just too much of a momma's girl. LOL.

Oh well.

Anyways, I have a philosophy class to be getting to.

Yea for thinking!!!

And yea for this semester . . . the good and the bad . . . coming to an end!!

Cassandra

Neither.

A Leviathan would come from the depths of the sea and destroy them both in one fell swipe.





This is what the Bible says about Leviathan (found in Job 41):

"Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook or press down his tongue with a cord?
Can you put a rope in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you soft words?
Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever?
Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls?
Will traders bargain over him? Will they divide him up among the merchants?
Can you fill his skin with harpoons or his head with fishing spears?
Lay your hands on him; remember the battle--you will not do it again!
Behold, the hope of a man is false; he is laid low even at the sight of him.
No one is so fierce that he dares to stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?
Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Whatever is under the whole heaven is mine.
"I will not keep silence concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or his goodly frame.
Who can strip off his outer garment? Who would come near him with a bridle?
Who can open the doors of his face? Around his teeth is terror.
His back is made of rows of shields, shut up closely as with a seal.
One is so near to another that no air can come between them.
They are joined one to another; they clasp each other and cannot be separated.
His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.
Out of his mouth go flaming torches; sparks of fire leap forth.
Out of his nostrils comes forth smoke, as from a boiling pot and burning rushes.
His breath kindles coals, and a flame comes forth from his mouth.
In his neck abides strength, and terror dances before him.
The folds of his flesh stick together, firmly cast on him and immovable.
His heart is hard as a stone, hard as the lower millstone.
When he raises himself up the mighty are afraid; at the crashing they are beside themselves.
Though the sword reaches him, it does not avail, nor the spear, the dart, or the javelin.
He counts iron as straw, and bronze as rotten wood.
The arrow cannot make him flee; for him sling stones are turned to stubble.
Clubs are counted as stubble; he laughs at the rattle of javelins.
His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.
He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Behind him he leaves a shining wake; one would think the deep to be white-haired.
On earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.
He sees everything that is high; he is king over all the sons of pride."

Diary of a Half-Mad Half-Black Woman

I know . . . incredibly original, but that's what you get with little sleep and tons of stress.

In my organization strategies class, today, we talked about time management. 

Yeah . . . .

I don't any of that. Although, today, I learned that it's actually called self-management because you can't get any more time, but you have to manage myself within those spectrums. Much to my dismay, the prof had to cite a scripture verse to speak of the importance of this SELF management.  Ephesians 5:15-16 says: "Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise,making the most of your time, because the days are evil."

Seriously God! I'd much rather continue citing when we're not suppose to worry about tomorrow. If we don't worry about tomorrow, then procrastination is super awesome! As it is, I have a few interviews I'm suppose to do this week. I have three more tests and three more papers. (Just discovered today that I had another paper and test due for my Western Classics class.)

What's worse is that I have to have four articles into the Collegian within the next four and a half weeks of school. Yeah . . . it's a weekly publication. Have I ever mentioned that I am not a fan of 'loose deadlines'?? Because the hard deadlines always seem to bite me.

Hah!

I could have managed today's chapel a bit better. For example, I believe I would have preferred NOT to be there. I can't even begin to describe how much I disliked it.

Which is really saying something, because I'm the girl who always finds something 'good' about chapel. Even when the rest of the my friends despised it. I'm the one who looks for that ONE tidbit of goodness. But yeah . . . I was not happy with this woman today.

Basically, what I got from chapel was that we should do good things--like stay pure before marriage--because if we do, we get a better spot in heaven.

I'm not going to discount that there will be rewards in  heaven. But to say that this is the reason that we should live a Godly life just IRKS me in ways that I can't even describe. Not only does it mean that we do things for impure reasons. (Much like the Pharisees if you think about it.) Not only does it bring Christianity back to a legalistic set of rules. What's worse is how easy it can be to begin comparing yourself to others.

For example, you see that girl who is unwed and preggie. Suddenly, you're better than her because YOU didn't make HER mistakes. You are going to have one more jewel on your crown when you get up to heaven. 

It's just . . . URGH!!! You know???

That's what it makes me feel . . . URGH!!!!!!!!

Comments? Disputes?

I occasionally enjoy going through some of my old journals just to see the different ways I've grown. (Or haven't grown.) Or see how my viewpoints on things have changed. (Or haven't changed.)  Last night, I was glancing through some entries from my senior year of high school, which happened to be a time when I committed myself to not dating. (Long story . . . little time.)

Anyways, in February of my senior year, this was part of my entry:

(As a disclaimer, I was only 17 at the time . . . but really, not much needs to be disclaimed. He heh.)

--
"Despite my no-dating rule, I do, in fact, think of the kind of man I want. Above all, I want a Godly man. A strong Godly man who can support and protect me. Somebody who I can talk to for hours and still not become bored. Somebody I can sit in silence with without feeling awkward. A man I can do Bible studies with and talk about God to in whatever circumstance. Somebody I can laugh with. A man who isn't afraid to stand up for his beliefs and won't back down from them to impress somebody else or to stop from being persecuted. I want somebody who cherishes and respects me. Who treats me like a princess, but at the same time, like a human being. Not afraid to disagree with me or even argue. Who respects his family and wants to have one of his own. Who is both spontaneous and romantic. Serious and a great sense of humor. Somebody who is honest. Has a great hand to hold and will be there for me to wipe away my tears. A man who loves me despite my faults. {And I would love him despite his faults} And if he's nice to look at--that's even better!! LOL! (And a good kisser would be an added and important bonus.) Thinking of kissing, did I put RESPECT my boundaries--yeah that, too, is very important! It seems like a lot to ask for in a man, and yet it isn't. Somewhere out there, God has this wonderful, fantastic, awesome, Godly, strong man for me and I'm not planning on settling for less than the best!!"

--

For reasons known to some, relationships have been on my mind a lot lately. But I think that with all this 'relationship thought,' I somehow lost sight of what--for WHO--I am looking for . . . and I think that now that I'm in my sophomore year of college, it may be time to put together a revised list.  Not just a entry, quickly written in a diary, but laminated list . . . so I can't go around compromising for a cute face. (Not that I've been known to do that . . .)

I suppose if I'm going to laminate it though, a bit of reading, a bit of reflection, a bit of PRAYER needs to come first.

Cassandra

I wore my bright yellow pants as a safeguard against the mood I had a feeling I'd be in today.  Much to my dismay, it didn't work. All I want to do is SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!!!!!!! And I haven't been able to get any work or any nano writing done today.

I'm pathetic.

Last night I watched the movie, The Fountain. I'm probably the only person in the world who actually LIKED the movie. I mean, there were some parts that weren't suppose funny that made me laugh. But I found it so artistic. And it was sad. I was in the mood for a sad movie, I think, which made me like it even more. Well, if you want a movie that you'll probably find hilarious even though it's suppose to be serious, check it out. IT'S TRIPPY!!!

Okay, this is going to be a super short note because we're about to watch a movie and, well, I see something I want. ^_^


Cassandra

I'm about 31K into my story now. And that's with having a life too! I thought about trying to hit the 50K mark by Monday. It's not really that difficult to write a lot. I'm good at that . . . it's just finishing a story that I've always has a lot of trouble in.

I had not written a note in a couple of days, so I thought I'd post something with little or no substance. My favorite band of the week is The Fratellis. My favorite song by them for now is Whistle for the Crowd. (If you were wondering what last weeks favorite band was, it was CAKE.)

Help me find a new favorite band for next week. 90s stuff is always good. I think I may be looking for a more alternative/indie sound right now.

Today one of my TAG friends complimented me on my shirt, telling me that she thought it really fit me . . .  fit my personality. Which I thought was good, because I try to make my clothes fit whatever mood I'm in. (Sometimes whatever mood I want to be in).  Which is probably why my clothes are fairy bright in spring and summer months and get a lot darker when winter rolls around. LOL.

Most the compliments I get are on my style (or my hair since I've been wearing it shorter). And it's not so much that I HAVE good style as it is that I wear a lot of things that most people wouldn't dare to because it's kind of crazy at times. My best friend back home (and my best friend here) often say things like: I could never pull of half the things you do.

I never know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Christine, my bff at home, would even go as far as saying: only you could find the ugliest clothing and make it look cute.

Really not trying to brag on myself. Just making an observation. Today at lunch, I was with guy friends and they were talking about how liking a girl when they first met her wasn't really a compliment because they were thinking with their girl-o-meter. Or something dumb like that.

I got to be the butt of the joke because it never goes off on guys when they meet me. I've always been 'just' Cassandra. In high school, I use to joke 'always the best friend, never the girl friend.'

Much to my dismay, this joke has carried on through Ethan in college. LOL.

I'm kind of glad I'm single right now, though, because I have a lot of things going on with school and I need a lot more alone time to recharge. (this also comes with the colder months). Alone time is greatly reduced when boyfriends are involved. Also, I've been thinking a lot about what relationships mean lately. Relationships with guys, but also relationships with family; relationships with friends and my relationship with God.

That's a lot to process, let me tell you! He heh.

Still . . . even though I'm crazy, I want to be amazing. I want to be that irresistible girl to the boy I find irresistible. (Hypothetically
speaking, I currently find no guy 'irresistible')

More substance than I thought, but still not that much.  . . have class in ten minutes, so I shall let you go!

Cassandra

The electoral college is important for the government, but very obviously a flawed system. Mostly because it makes many people's votes inconsequential. If a presidential nominee wins 51% of the people's votes, they get to take the entire state. That means 49% of the people's vote don't matter.  The better system would be for each state to split the points. Of course, it would be almost impossible to change our voting system without a complete revolution . . .

But anyways, I was talking about this with one of my friends, which made us get into the corruption of the 'voting masses'. and the importance of the Consistution to protect our rights. Blah Blah. ANYWAYS, he posed the statement that if 51% of the people voted to kill the other 49%, then it would have to be done.

Which made me think of the BEST question ever. What would you do??

If you had to vote (silent ballot) on whether or not to kill off those who opposed this vote, what would you say? 

If you say yes and you lose, nothing will happen.

If you say yes and you win, those who said no will die.

If you say no and you lose: you WILL  BE killed off.

If you say no and you win nothing will happen.

What would you do???? Do you trust  your fellow citizens to do the right thing? Or will you do the wrong thing as insurance?

Poll #1291420 To Kill or Not to Kill: The Corruption of the Masses
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 0

If you had to vote on whether or not to kill off those who opposed this vote, what would you choose? Reasoning . . .

I was surprised that there was NO line. That was weird. I guess people at home don't vote, or they all voted early. (In Indiana, you can.) I was also surprised that the polling place was only about a half block from my house. I didn't even know we had an arts and recreation center before. LOL. So I walked. Within fifteen minutes of pulling into town I had done my civic duty and was back on the Net. I did get a totally cool sticker though with the American flag. It says "We the People of the United States" and then under the flag, it says: "I voted today."

I feel special . . .

Still annoyed though, that I had to skip classes because my private college didn't deem election day as important enough to get the day off . .

I am watching this purity thing on TLC . . . turns out there are these purity balls that girls as young as five go to with their fathers. And if you don't have a father, you're basically screwed. (A.K.A. ME.) And also . . . don't kiss until you're married. That's bad. That's what I'm learning.  In fact, don't even hold hands if you think being that physical will tempt you from getting to know the guy's hearts.

I don't believe in sex before marriage, but this show is actually really annoying me because it gives a bad name to what it means to be pure, me thinks.

I don't really believe in courting. I think there comes a time when intentional dating must happen, but I also think that spending time with the opposite sex is important to understand how relationships work. In addition to this, even if you make the decision to stay pure, you should still have a sexual education.  OH! And five-year-olds . . . even 11-year-olds have no place to be making purity commitments. I think that when you make a commitment that large, you should really understand what it entails. And WHY you are choosing to make that commitment.

Geez . . . it's back on.

I wonder if girls without fathers are allowed to go to these purity balls?

Education plus purity equals the road to a happy marriage. My sister was talking about looking at people who waited to have sex until they're married compared to those who didn't. And how those who waited were happier. I think my sister was right in that.  But God also made us physical beings and we show affection that way. I believe that it's important to show affection before marriage in apporatie ways; and also, learning how to have restraint.

I really couldn't imagine going from my first kiss to sex in the same day.  I'm pretty sure I'd have a breakdown.

It's back on again . . .

This girl broke her pledge and ended up getting preggie because she didn't know about safe sex.  Poor girl miscarried though. I hope her faith hasn't suffered because of her parents. She lives with her boyfriend and her mom said that her BF was going to go to hell. That doesn't seem like a good father-daughter relationship with me . . .

There was something that this girl said about adultry that I really liked.  You are going to marry somebody one day and to do things with people you are not going to marry is being unfaithful to your future husband or wife. I think that is something that people should remember though. Being faithful to that future spouse.

And I like the covenant that the fathers have to sign. The fathers are suppose to live a life of purity and integrity and accountablity.  That's good. I believe that it's hard to find men of integrity.  This is coming from a girl who goes to a Christian college too . . . lol.

This one girl on the show got engaged after knowing the guy for eight weeks.  Six months afterwards they were married; five of those months, the men was overseas because miltary.  That's scarily soon, but I guess if you're not even allowed to hold hands before you're married, you gotta move fast.

At the ball, all the girls do this ballet around a cross. Mary said it was like the pagans do. ^_^

Okay . . . it's back to talking about the fathers being men of integrity.  It really is the most touching part of the show. Crap! It makes me want to cry. Even if I don't believe in no-kissing before marriage, I would still love to have a relationship like that. with my father. Now they're doing father-daughter dances.  Talking about how the father should let his daughter know that they're the most beautiful girl in the world.

I just spent this entire show scoffing at it and now TLC is making things so touching.

Oh, back to talking about how men have to ask fathers to date first. I think that's a bit weird.

Okay, the show is over now. How interesting. And DANG TLC for getting me addicted to shows when I should have been writing for NaNo.

At least I have a good headstart: 15,947  . . even though I didn't get to the point of the story I wanted to tonight.  I'll go CRAZY with writing tomorrow. He heh.

Well, goodbye and goodnight.

Cassandra

The longer the nights, the more time there is to party . . .

Or you know, snuggle up with blankets and a good book.  Whichever sounds most appealing at the time.

I have a feeling that I'm either going to get up an hour early or an hour late tomorrow for church. Here's hoping it's an hour early because as much as I love my sleep, I still need to get another five hours of observation in the next two weeks.

It is officially the second day of NaNoWriMo and I succeeded in writing about 11,005 words for the first.  In case you were wondering, that's 27 pages.  It's bloody insane I know! And that was with procrastinating on the web and dressing up as a purple-person to go to the Fall Bazaar.

As for what has been happening so far in my book . . . the dreams are still happening, but Ren has yet to have to make her big 'choice' that will send her into the land that she has been dreaming about.  There has been death and murder . . . more than one killing even. There has been the taste of forbidden love and the even more forbidden magic. There has been the ever-loving siblings and the ever-evil steps. There has been COFFEE . . . well all love coffee!! I even threw in a random, nosey dream therapist for fun. As of now, there is still a chance for a fairy tale ending . . . Princess Starrenia--the woman from Ren's dreams--is about to have a lot thrown at her.  Here's hoping she'll survive!!

I think I'm going to make it to thirty pages . . . perhaps finish off the conversation Ren is having with her older sister . . . before getting some shut-eye.

Here's hoping that I don't sleep through church!

WRITE ON!!!

Cassandra