Cassy In Her Own World

When you’re a child, you watch the Disney movies and think, " I wish I could live like that. " You wish you could be a prince or princess, live in a castle, find your one true love, beat the bad guys and have a happily ever after. But have you ever wondered where these stories come from? Or why we don’t see the true meanings and horrors of those stories when we’re children? For instance, the story "Cinderella" comes from the Austrian version, "Aschenputtel". A story of a girl whose father died when she was very young, leaving her in the care of her evil stepmother, who puts her to work in the house to pay for shelter, food and clothing. She has to wait on the evil stepsisters, does any of this sound familiar yet? Well, it should if you’ve been a diligent reader/ watcher. But what differs from the much-loved Disney Princess Cinderella is that at the end, when the prince comes to collect his princess by showing the slipper around the country and seeing if ...

So, I have this friend. She's run down a raggedy path lately, and she's not a perfect person (really, who is?). She had a baby at 16, but she's got a good place to live with her father and she's got a job and a loving boyfriend (the baby's actual father), but she couldn't juggle school, baby, job and boyfriend, so she left her baby with her father and moved in with her boyfriend, with the full intention of finishing school and then building her life up so she can better take care of her baby. But then she decided that she had a decent enough job, and she really couldn't live without seeing her child, so she dropped out of school and moved back in with her father. Things have been going well. Her boyfriend asked her to marry him (she's 18 now), she's got her child, the love and support of her family, a stable job...but yesterday I found out that our mutual best friends aren't friends with her anymore because they found out that she'd cheated o...

And you should also know that my hair changes every 3-6 months. Well...it did. Again. ^^ It's been blonde for a while, just blonde, no extra colors, and we all know I don't really like that, so Friday I went to the hair studio up the street to get some funky color put in my hair. I chose the "Cut and Stripes" from the specifically-for-teens list and it looks très awesome, if I do say so myself. ^^ The latest style (here in Austria, anyway) has been the concave cut - shorter in the back with a few layers and then gradually getting longer as it curves around the front? So, I'd gotten that a little while ago from Nelly and liked it so much that I thought I'd get it done again...Hehe. It was definitely a good choice. xD It's not too short, but it's definitely not long, I can't put it into a pony anymore...Well, I can, it's just sorta weird. Haha. Originally, I was going to wait until May 8th to get my hair done, because that's the day I'm l...

Happy Easter, everyone! Hope you all have a wonderful celebration!

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...