Memories

Do you have any memories? I mean, everybody does have MEMORIES, but some are different than others.

Of course you remember your best friend's birthday party, or you trip to Disney World, or you grandfather's funeral...but how about the little things?

Making a fort outside with my dad. Liam's neighbor's roof, where we'd go and bounce on the mini trampoline. Ozzy's backyard, when I went swimming in some of Morgan's clothes because I didn't have a bathing suit. Playing school with my teddy bear.

Playing kickball with everybody from the church. Sitting out of the rock at my aunt's house. Meeting Krista. Swimming across a lake with Zach and this one dude named RJ. Shannon getting Corrina's boot out of the mud in my backyard. (Remember that, Shan?)

Jessica claiming we were going to die when we were crossing a frozen lake. Blogging from the Superbowl this year. The boys adoption day, when we got to be on TV and I hugged them so hard when they were finally adopted. Spinning around in the Campbell's backyard with Shannon and Tim.

Brian dumping syrup all over Sam while I was filming. Playing endless rounds of four square. My crazy go-to-sleep-fast acrobatics that actually DO work. Doing a little Chabigail movie with all my best friends (this was before I was also best friends with Krista) and Shannon making endless outtakes.

Watching Yellow Submarine at Corrina's birthday party. Taking five months to read the book Little Women. Going to the mall with Krista and Amber on Mother's Day. Doing a "car wash" with Aidan one summer and not really washing the cars, but getting ourselves soaked. Waking up early to go on vacation. Flying to Florida when I was six.

Setting Zach's mother's car alarm off at a cookout. My first time at youth group. Orientation Day for my maybe-new-school, that is, if we don't move by then. Going to concerts in Sturbridge. Eating s'mores outside. Going for boat rides at my mom's cousin Bo's house.

All these little memories make me happy. Just little things that I like to remember. When I was little, it was more just the crazier things that made me smile. Now, it's the things that I'm used to, well, maybe not the one about us breaking into Dottie's car. (Although that is one of my more funny ones, because it scared US to death, let alone everybody else there)

Do you have any little memories that make you smile? I like the little things better than the bigger ones. Because, even though I will always love and remember Disney World, I like to remember the plane ride.

Think

Sitting here with a laptop on my lap, curled up in a ball on the old, ratty chair in my living room. I've been looking over old posts, seeing how good friends I used to be with some people, and noticed how it fades away sometimes...

I've been reading a lot of Jade from Bug Being Bug's old posts today. I've noticed how different our writing styles are. Mine is goofy, random, smart, quick, and bold. Hers is artsy, inspiring, quirky, interesting, more girly. Both of us get lots of comments on some posts, and barely any on others. The differences:

She has two more followers than me, which isn't fair, because she deserves so many more.
She has so many more pictures on her posts than I do.
Her writing is so much better than mine.

I miss Jade. I don't really know where she went, but she hasn't posted in so long...her writing was one of the few things that I would really look forward to. Knowing that her clean, true, totally open writing will be there for me at the end of the day...

My life has a lot of drama. That's it. But I've noticed that at times when there's more drama than others, I have still blogged...daily.

I guess this blog has always been just ME. Totally random and incredibly pointless, crazy and Cassidy.

I love you all. And I am ALWAYS going to be writing like that. Crazy and Cassidy.

Love your own Cassidy the Monisa.

I'm ready!!!

My show is tonight...I am totally gonna kick booty up there. Me and Tasha, we gonna blow the roof off. I will certainly tell everybody how the show goes, and believe me, it will go awesomely.

Things to do before show tonight:

*Make sure I have my script in my bag for last minute rehearsal.
*Shower. I will not smell for my show.
*Pack some food.
*Inform Shannon and Jessica of what is before us.
*Run over the routine for Consider Yourself because if I don't know it, then we're doomed. Tasha missed like four rehearsals, so she doesn't know it at all.
*Finish blogging.

It's a benefit for the tornado victims, so it's gonna be a BIG crowd. I totally can't wait. I just hope I'm loud enough.

Anybody who comments on this post gets front row tickets. (Or maybe just a cookie or something)

Reality check...

Ever get the feeling that your life just ain't perfect? Like sometimes you picture yourself in a happy world where every thing's perfect and like a sitcom show only better because it's YOUR life?

Like when you go on vacation...and you miss your friends. Or a long trip, boarding school, summer camp, ect. And then you come home, and life just fails to meet your expectations? You seem to remember this happy, cool world where you live at the mall and every day is just one big party?

Then you come home and, hm, everything goes from comedy-show-cool to oh-I-remember-this.

Because my friends are still the same...Jessica is still the same practical, patient, totally awesome person I left behind, Shannon still doesn't answer her phone and hasn't called me back (SHANNON!!!!!), and Krista is still the talkative, crazy, hyper...Krista that I left behind.

And my house is still the same big, nice, comfortable house that I left behind. And my pets are still the same. My yard is still the same, my church is still the same, the only thing different is that now I'm back from vacation...

I feel...weird. I feel like I wasn't really missed. Like I wasn't noticed. Krista is different, her father told me that she didn't stop talking about the fact that I was coming back the entire car ride here, which made me feel like I could fly out of that kid's room window and eat my name tag that says "Hi, my name is Cassidy. I help with your kids!" on it.

(I was working with the little kids that day, fyi)

But sometimes I picture my life as this crazy, I dunno...Nickelodeon show. Maybe it's just me, thinking I'm all funny and cool and popular and then...look at that, nope. Maybe to...Casey. Maybe to a grape. Maybe my broken pencil sharpener.

The point is, sometimes I feel like I raise the bar on myself and then when I actually look at myself, I'm not the awesome, upbeat, totally cool-and-with-friends person I imagine in my daydreams. Chances are, nobody really thinks about me unless I'm there.

THERE! I said it! I think that a lot, but never really got to write it down!

So I'm sorry if I seemed rambly or emotional or sad or really depressed in this post (I am only the first two, kinda) because I didn't mean to take my life out on you guys. Wait, that's kinda the point of the blog, huh? Yeah, I guess I've kinda been treating it more like a website, huh?

The website of Cassidy, who pretends to be cool and loves to death her sixty-seven followers.

Do you ever feel like you're making out things to be more than they can be? Like if you're planning a party, and you get all worked up...it can't possibly be as amazing as you're thinking...

But sometimes your party IS that amazing after all...

Maybe I'm only looking at this from one point of view. Maybe my life is different, vacation just made me think kinda crazy. Okay, now I'm gonna see if Shannon (SHANNON!!!!!!) will pick up her phone this time. Bye.

Hey y'all everybody!!!

Hi, sorry I haven't been posting much...as some of you know I was on vacation last week so I wasn't really on a computer then! So I'm now back!!

This is gonna be a short post for a couple of reasons, 1) I am going to shower in a minute, 2) I don't have much to talk about, and 3) clowns are creepy.

I haven't been getting all that many comments nowadays...am I being boring? Poo. Oh well, Tim and Jen still appear to be interested...Loulou's on a trip too, so she's excused on that matter...Jessica has been reading, but I would like to see my other buddies.

Sorry I haven't been commenting on everyone's blogs! My computer has been acting super-crummy lately and hasn't been letting me. I've been reading them though, so keep up the good writing, guys. Okay, so, I'm gonna go shower now. Bye everybody and LEAVE COMMENTS!!!!

Well, I'm sorry to leave you all AGAIN...

But I'm leaving for Florida tomorrow.

Yes, I know, I just got back, and you guys are lovely, buuuuuuut...I'm leaving for Florida to go and see Aunt June and Uncle Charlie down in Florida. We're road tripping, so we'll be stopping in some states on the way, like N&S Carolina, Virginia, Georgia, and that might be it, but I'm still excited!

And on top of that, I may or may not have a show tonight.

OMIGOSH, TORNADO! There was a TORNADO, people, right in my state and through my town! THROUGH. MY. TOWN.

I am okay, thank goodness, but the towns around mine look SO bad! There are roads blocked off for GRP, all around that town, and all of Springfield County (that's me) got hit. Thank God that our house and cars are safe, we only lost power for a while, but my director for GRP lives right in the middle of where the tornado was! Oh, I hope she's okay!

Tasha is fine, I know that, Shannon and Tim only got hail (you lucky ducks), and I've been trying endlessly to talk to Jessica...I think her power might be out. Not many of you guys are around this area, lucky people, but we were in the basement for quite some time because the guy on the news said that was the safest place to be.

He kept on going to the LIVE DOPPLER RADAR! Like, over and over again. It was SO annoying, we're like, "Um, we're in the middle of a tornado here! Stop taking about your Live Doppler Radar."

Anyways, it's all over now. My heart goes out to the people who lost houses, cars, or anything else. :( There were some houses COMPLETELY distroyed. Poor people...

Anyways, yeah, I hope my director's okay. Knowing her, she'll make it to the show anyways, but I know she's got Jolie there, and we all love Jolie. (Who here remembers Jolie? Y'know, my director's baby daughter? Yeah, everbody loves Jolie.)

Okay, well, I'll see everybody in two weeks. Bye!