heehee... told you i'm a canadian!!

thanks to Bridget

What American accent do you have? Your Result: North Central "North Central" is what professional linguists call the Minnesota accent. If you saw "Fargo" you probably didn't think the characters sounded very out of the ordinary. Outsiders probably mistake you for a Canadian a lot.
The Midland
The South
The West
The Inland North
Philadelphia
Boston
The Northeast
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because i've decided to waste time

TEN things you wish you could say to ten different people right now:

1. You amaze me. Your influence makes me better.

2. Thank you for everything, especially your example.

3. You're beautiful. Really. Guys will figure it out.

4. I hope you're doing alright. Drop me a line sometime.

5. Oooh.... you're going to be soooo old in a week!! Ha ha!! :) Just kidding... I love you!

6. I'd like to get to know you better.

7. Your enthusiasm for life and everything in it is awesome!! Also, would you like some taunp tots?

8. Oh boy.... am I gonna miss you. But you already know that. At least I get to annoy twice a day for the first month!

9. Sometimes, I think your reality is just a little bit different from mine... like our brains are on different radio stations.... or rather, I'm FM and you're AM or something... but that's alright I guess, as long as we get some sort of brain wave length converter thingie.... oh, you probably aren't following what I'm saying, are you? Ok, I'll just stop now...

10. Relax.


NINE things about yourself:

1. I love to learn about a lot of different things. Often it goes in phases.

2. I am comfortable discussing really gross medical conditions.

3. I also am comfortable discussing bowel movements.

4. I admire people that have a good work ethic.

5. I'm not inclined to read Jane Austen's "Emma", though I've read all of her other works except one, which I intend to read someday.

6. I like (some) fluffy romance novels (as long as they're not inappropriate).

7. I am currently recovering from a Spider Solitaire addiction.

8. I couldn't tie my own shoes until the 2nd grade.

9. I carry on entire conversations with people in my head. (no, I'm not crazy. And guess what-- Cassandra does it, too. It must come with the name...)



EIGHT ways to win your heart:

1. be sincere, thoughtful, reverent, and "kindly understanding"

2. love the gospel

3. commit to being better

4. encourage/uplift/edify/motivate me

5. be kind to and interested in my family

6. don't be turned off by my weaknesses

7. help me to feel happy/peaceful

8. trust and have faith in me (and let me trust/have faith in you)


SEVEN things that cross your mind a lot:

1. what's-his-bucket

2. "huh?"

3. being better

4. headaches/migraines

5. for the past few days- that annoying stuffed up feeling in your ears when you have a cold

6. the future

7. the present



SIX things you wish you never did:

1. go there that one time

2. quit piano lessons

3. neglect to call her when she crossed my mind

4. be a jerk in elementary school

5. read The Lovely Bones

6. procrastinate


FIVE turn offs:

1. vulgarity

2. inappropriate jokes

3. being disrespectful to people i love/respect

4. fingernails that are too long

5. dirty fingernails


FOUR turn ons:

1. clean, clipped fingernails

2. friendliness

3. carries on a good conversation with me, despite my occasional funny talking habits

4. thoughtfulness, reverance, and respect


THREE smileys that describe your life:

1. :D

2. :S

3. =D


TWO things you want to do before you die:

1. become fluent in a second language

2. live abroad

ONE confession:

1. unless you're one of two people, your germs are not as good as my germs

Goals

So, there's this 90 Days Goals group that I am doing. You can see the post on my goals. I think this will be a really good thing for me. I'll put updates on here every once in awhile. :)

backwards superstition, hearts, and some other thoughts

As of today, it's been one year since Roo passed away.
It's hard to believe it. It seems ike it's been such a long time... and yet a year really is quite short. I am an age she will never be. I have done, and will continue to do things, she will never do.
Perhaps there is a goal in life to see how much of our hearts we can give away. What good does our own heart do the world if we keep it to ourselves? But if we give pieces of it to different people, then when we part ways, those people still carry a part of our hearts. We may feel a pain at that piece being carried far away, but it would be good to remember also that we ourselves recieve portions of other peoples' hearts in return... perhaps with those pieces we are given, we can reconstruct our own, so that our heart becomes a patchwork quilt of the lives we have touched and have been touched by.
That idea sounds good to me. It sounds somewhat romantic, and probably a bit silly. Nonetheless, I like it.
I do not hurt for Roo herself-- she is happy, I am sure-- but rather I hurt for the missing of her. For the time I have spent and will have to spend without her. She has a sizeable chunk of my heart. In return, however, she has nestled herself a tender spot in mine.
That is how it should be, I think. By the end of our lives, our hearts will reflect so much about us. The condition of our hearts will reflect the choices we've made. I think also, though, that how much of our hearts we have given away will be important. And we will hold very dearly (treasure) the pieces of other peoples' hearts given to us.
So, what do you call this day? An anniversary of death? But I recognize it to celebrate a life...
Last Friday was the 7th anniversary of Roo's bone marrow transplant. She recieved the transplant in June of the year 2000 on Friday the 13th. She did things her own way, and where Friday the 13th was concerned, she was superstitious backwards: she considered it a lucky day. That specific day was definately a special one, with a solid miracle.
I wanted to do something special on these days, to remember Roo by. Well, I had a Red Cross appointment today to start volunteering... does that count? Eh, I don't think so much. However, a week from this Friday I'll job shadow at Children's in the oncology ward. So it's not on the 13th or 18th- it's coming up, and I'm excited. I just hope I won't get emotional or anything. I did fine in the Ped's ICU... but then again, I didn't interact much with kids that reminded me of Roo. We'll see how it goes. And-- if I come home at the end of the day and bawl, that's just fine. Every once in a while, a good bawl is called for. I think it has something to do with the heart.

So, Roo... here are some thoughts for you. Thank you for being a sister to me. Thank you for teaching me. Thank you for your patience with me. Understanding, sympathy, and empathy. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, beliefs, feelings, and most of all- your heart-, with me. Thank you for helping me to grow. And thank you for the mark you left on me which will be with me throughout the entire rest of my life. In this way, you are still in my life, and I in yours, I'm sure. I pray for you often, and think of you even more. I hope for your happiness, and for the happiness of those dear to you. You continue to be an amazing example to me, and a cherished friend.
God be with you till we meet again. :)
Love,
~Cassanndre

the happy little slugbug

A conversation with a friend of mine got me thinking....

He said-- "some people are very intelligent with the match tendency to doubt and criticize. Such a person is powerful, but with powerful engines, requires a lot of fuel to maintain a happy amount of energy. A smaller engine, may not see or know much, but is quite happy in ignorance of all things, and requires little fuel to sustain"and I said okay i guess, but I didn't like the idea that the little guy was happier just because he didn't know any better.
So, I'm thinking, what if there are levels? What there's the little slugbug level where he's happy just because he doesn't know any better. Then there's the SUV level or whatever where he's having a harder time being happy 'cuz he's learned some stuff. What if after that there's another level (um.... anologie [too late to splele that word!] difficulty-- airplane????), where the guy has learned even more, but because of that finds it easy to be happy.
I guess that's what I disliked about the little car being the happy one-- Knowledge should make us happy. Or rather, the more Truth we know, the happier we will be because, honestly, the Eternal Truths are pretty awesome, exciting things. They shouldn't get us down.If all we know is getting us down, perhaps we're not seeking after or focusing on the right knowledge...or something like that.