Cassy In Her Own World

sucks. Period. End. Nothing else. Stupid test... --EDIT-- I got a friggin D.

Ok, so, I just got off of Facebook after commenting on one of my friend's recent blogs. It was about love and how "I love you" shouldn't just be thrown around the way it is today. It really struck me and after I commented, I realized that this is a really universal topic, so I wanted to display some of my feelings here... To me, love is something I can't even begin to understand. I don't think I've ever experienced, but if I have, how am I even supposed to know? There are stories people tell you about how they fell in love with their spouse, but I always ask myself: "How do you know it's love? How can even start to explain those feelings?" I don't know, maybe there's this little voice inside of your heart that says to your mind, "You're in love! Be happy!" Or maybe you just know . Like I said, I'm no judge, because I'm pretty sure I've never felt it (if I was sure I had, I would be less of a sceptic about it,...

Picture this, if you will: A gymnasium, sectioned into three parts by plastic hanging (very heavy) curtains. The middle section has set up a volleyball field. Five people on each side, building the star team formation. Two players by the net, one directly in the middle, and two flanking the back. First game: Player on the opposing team kicks the ball OVER the ten foot tall curtain and into the adjacent section. Second Game: Player on my team gets hits in the face with the ball five times. In a row. By the same person. Personal vendetta? Possible, not probable. Third Game: Switch teams. Girl gets hit in the face again. Fourth game: Ball doesn't get hit four different times due to myself and the person in back of me (me: middle position, him: back right) talking about blindness and glasses. Conversation: -ball flies towards us, hits between us, we just stand there- Jakob: I didn't see the ball. Chloe: I'm blind, I couldn't see it either... Jakob: You're blind? Serious...