tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31570062009-02-21T11:43:04.108-05:00the page turns, and the chapter ends; the saga is just beginning.had you not held my hand and led my here, i'd be lost in a world of jacks and hearts.kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-1065381328008400662003-10-05T15:15:00.000-04:002003-10-05T15:15:27.900-04:00breathing in for luckso i got to go to the dashboard concert. it was amazing! sammie: you don't look anything like britney spears. but what did we learn from this little experience? we definitely do not wear other musicians merch to concerts. silly! matt: i think those guys were stoned. who else wants vagina hands!? man! so many memories!! so much to say!! haha1 tell the grandkids that one! i love you kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-935072722003-04-29T23:12:00.000-04:002003-04-29T23:12:07.106-04:00and the world explodes it seems to me that it sucks a whole lot when a person who was always on a slight pedistal is removed due to one little thing. when you stop calling them what you used to call them. when you stop getting excited to see them, hear there voice or touch their hair. when you realize they are a just a person and just a friend. watch the world explodekassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-877798442003-01-21T08:09:00.000-05:002003-01-21T08:09:42.503-05:00a poem the conformity of a tree farm is nothing to replace the fallen forests of yesterday. upon the once blue waves, the black diamonds of an oil spill glisten from miles away. what was once majestic, swimming through the reefs, has now been subjected to an eternity of decay. when the last tree is cut, the last river poisoned, and the last fish dead, we'll realize we can't breath, drinkkassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-874598062003-01-15T00:23:00.000-05:002003-01-15T00:42:26.000-05:00"Prayer is the contemplation of the ordinary from the highest plane of consciousness." -Ralph Waldo Emerson If one could do so, one would ask Mr. Emerson, "How's the view from up there?" And the ultimate of answers would be the conversation that lead you to realize, "He knows no more than I." Neither of you were ever there at all.kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-874597192003-01-15T00:21:00.000-05:002003-01-15T00:21:09.286-05:00random ramblings of a confused kidkassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-874597132003-01-15T00:20:00.000-05:002003-01-15T00:20:57.646-05:00"prayer is the contemplation of the ordinary from the highest plane of consciousness" -R.W. Emerson And when exactly does one achieve this highest plane of consciousness? is it when you have obtained a goal so great that you feel the world rise up beneath you? is it when you have the love of the one who summons butterflies afloat to your stomach, with such intensity that it doesn't seem long kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-873696882003-01-13T15:50:00.000-05:002003-01-13T15:50:40.530-05:00 Entry Date; A two person show based upon two independent monologues coordinating in thought process. Synopsis: The two characters are representations on many levels. Blankly representing the victims (all people in one) and the gun-man from the Columbine tragedy, further represents the rational and irrational mind. kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-863850232002-12-22T00:15:00.000-05:002002-12-22T00:15:47.680-05:00DENOTSkassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-863331442002-12-20T15:40:00.001-05:002002-12-20T15:40:54.466-05:00i miss you most on wednesdays and saturdayskassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-863331342002-12-20T15:40:00.000-05:002002-12-20T15:40:39.060-05:00love is when you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound.kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-858713642002-12-11T21:41:00.000-05:002002-12-11T21:41:57.810-05:00i am so bored! so bored that i just took those quizzez!kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-858711812002-12-11T21:38:00.000-05:002002-12-11T21:38:18.463-05:00 Which "Natural Wonder" are you?kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-858710972002-12-11T21:36:00.000-05:002002-12-11T21:36:43.726-05:00 I am Vanilla Flavoured. I am one of the most popular flavours in the world. Subtle and smooth, I go reasonably with anyone, and rarely do anything to offend. I can be expected to be blending in in society. What Flavour Are You? kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-853121052002-11-30T20:29:00.000-05:002002-11-30T20:30:21.000-05:00dj, spin that shit and it all began on thrusday! to claire cowan : hey, what are you doing tonight? nothing? good, i need you to hang out with me until 9! see you then! i'll tie a note to your locker you need mittens, BROWN MITTENS! um, i think you are only getting the mutli-play-doh to make it lok like more! hey, how can you be a picky eater when you eat HOT DOGS!? kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-849071592002-11-21T23:35:00.000-05:002002-11-21T23:35:23.756-05:00so i got the dreadlocks again. a good person asked me why, and all i could say was why not. shittiest answer ever. a great person once told me an amazing story, and in the end Dave Cook's not the minister's daughter, and i can't define myself. i can't be the perfect painter because i can't define perfection. i can't be the perfect singer because i can't hear the perfect note. i can't be perfectkassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-823930422002-10-01T21:31:00.000-04:002002-10-01T21:31:27.456-04:00The best thing my dad has ever done for me was is leave me alone. We used to have one of those smushy, bonded relationships but we gave up on that one at the first sign of trouble, which was and continues to be, a good thing. If i had learned from his mistakes I'd be lost, he doesn't know what in his life is a mistake. If I tried to learn from example I'd be over weight, disgruntal and would callkassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-819487702002-09-22T09:40:00.000-04:002002-09-22T09:40:44.893-04:00so, i'm back to school, back to routine, back to insanity. i think i just need to dance : )kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-805253822002-08-21T11:41:00.000-04:002002-08-21T11:41:50.786-04:00"The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words; whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words." -Anne Morrow Lindbergh not everything can be expressed in words, but hey, maybe a simple card can say it all.... "How cool is that?"kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-805253212002-08-21T11:40:00.000-04:002002-08-21T11:40:21.253-04:00I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all you possess. I wish you enough "Hello's" to get through the final "kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-782204342002-06-26T09:08:00.000-04:002002-06-26T09:08:04.076-04:00i cried in my sleep... why must people do things that are just plain bad for them.. why oh why? so now there are three people in my life who value drugs over me since they won't quit for mekassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-777195582002-06-13T20:50:00.000-04:002002-06-13T20:50:21.710-04:00why is it that i was able to be alone for so long but then you came along and i hate not being with you? why is it that i can't be all that you need? why do i care so fucking much! you never want to be walked on huh?... me neither!kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-773504202002-06-04T19:27:00.000-04:002002-06-04T19:27:33.046-04:00i hate being in a good mood because than i am just unintelligent. i'm just.... here.. all smiles all happy... all bluck which is worse. happy or sad.... won't somebody just take my hand dance with me and kiss me?kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-769894162002-05-26T10:51:00.000-04:002002-05-26T10:51:42.090-04:00maybe with the right people, this will all get easier.kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-754336342002-04-15T15:52:00.000-04:002002-04-15T15:52:02.750-04:00if i told you nothing would you hear the silence better? i tell you everything and you all know i am having a problem... but if i were to stop entirely. if i were to avoid you would my silence be known? i voice my problems because if i dont they get bigger one of you, one had the new found courage to tell me... blowing off steam is one thing when you're one the phone to one person... making an kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3157006.post-754331432002-04-15T15:38:00.000-04:002002-04-15T15:38:20.380-04:00you're making a mess, little one. put away the toys and grow up qucik quick, grow, won't you? oh no, the bigger you get the bigger your messes, your problems... won't someone say, "you're making a mess, little one"kassyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08325734497575003500noreply@blogger.com