Bad Habits

List your bad habits and/or addictions and what you have tried to rid yourself of them. Hmm, some bad habits that I have/had... I think one bad habit I had was getting super attached to other people and making my happiness reliant upon whether they liked me. I have stopped that because it is foolish. Some people will like me and some wont. I have come to this realization through Jesus Christ. He loves me no matter what and I don't have to act or pretend to be anything I'm not. I also remember a time I use to bite my nails, well I don't know how that stopped but it did. And lastly, one last habit I am still in the process of getting rid of is my rebellious nature. I always want to go against the grain but I'm slowly but surely learning that I don't always have to be like that. There is a time and a place for everything. Ecclesiastics 3:1

Music Album

What music album would be used for a movie about your life? Hmm, if I were to use and album for my life. I'm pretty sure it would Angel Taylor's Love Travels. But that would be for like right now. For the later half of high school I think it would have to be Jordan Sparks' self titles album and then lastly before that it would have to be Adele's 21 album. And then everything before that is kinda irrelevant. I don't remember much about my life before sixth grade. I just remember Sam, my bff and other girls I would hang with at school. I kinda remember day care but not really just my bff Kelci. Nothing to fabulous about my life. My friend calls me original but I'm sure I'm just a copy of other people's original. I've known so many people and been such a social butterfly that I pretty much take the cool/good things about them and spread them around. I guess it works, makes people smile and keep coming around. Okies, that's it. Peaces.

Useless Possession

One useless possession that I own is a vase. I don't know where I got it or from whom. But it's here. I don't use it, just stuff is inside of it right now. I also have these who fraternity paddles which aren't really mine but they have been in my room since before it was my room. I think I also have some flag of I don't know what. Oh I did have a trunk in here, but I got that moved to the next room and now my mom is using it, but it use to be useless and belonged to my uncle before he moved out. I think that is it, over the years I've tried to get rid of the useless junk. My room isn't that big so I have cut down on a lot of things. <3 K

Five Websites

The five websites I visit most often are Gmail, Yahoo mail, Facebook, School mail, and recently this website. I got to gmail, to check my mail, which usually comes from facebook. But recently facebook changed so that they don't send you as much mail, so now my gmail is kinda useless. I have yahoo mail for pretty much everything I use except what I use for hotmail and school stuff. Which is why I visit my school mail. Anything related to school goes to my school email. I have two now, so I kinda check one more frequently than the other. And facebook, you don't need to know why I go there, it's obvious. That's it I guess, nothing interesting there. See, I'm not always so interesting. Oh something fun though is that during the end of my senior year I did watch live puppy feeds off the internet. It was cool until I started to watch during class and didn't get what class was about that day.

Snappy Sunday

I don't know why I titled this that, but that is what it is. So the thing is, my cat has allergies, but we don't know what it is so we have to stop feeding her things, using certain things and just hoping she gets better. Right now she is sleeping on my fresh clean clothes, oh well. Today I wore my first tie out of my 100 days of ties. You must read this blog, well you don't have to but I think it would be pretty cool to see all my ties. I just hope I don't miss a day. I'll have to do it in the mornings so I don't forget. Anywho, what else is going on in my life? Well Ruth is still awesome and Johnny Bravo fails to never help. He's still useful even 400 miles away. Gotta love that kid. I see my twin very often and we talk and it's like we're getting closer like when we were in high school. I don't know about the rest of my square, maybe we should just end the whole thing. who knows. I'm excited for my new tie rack. Hot stuff right there but sadly it only hold 64 ties. well by the time I get to 64 I should have paid my tuition and saved up some more money. Oh my best friend Sam is in town, haven't seen her though. She wants brownies, I guess I should bring her some. Probably Tuesday. Umm, what else is there. Oh if you're reading this. I love you! Really and truly, and if you see me you get a free hug and maybe a cookie somewhere in there, or even a hat/scarf. But you must redeem this in my lifetime :D Much love. Link to the blog ahundredties.blogspot.com

Something Lost

Howdy y'all. Something I lost was three flower pots and plants. I left them in the Adirondacks. Sadly I was rushing to leave a very wonderful place. I told myself not to forget them but I did. And I left my sweater but I got that back :D And now I am trying to grow back some plants but it's not working too well, but there's a little something something. There are also three to four lemon trees growing in Columbia right now, and they are all named after me. Kassie points one through four. Johnny Bravo planted them for me and dedicated them to me, because as we all know, I'm his favorite :P Anyway, So yea, that's something I lost. I also wanted to discuss widows. I wanna be a widow without having to get married though. I like the idea of being a widow, you get taken care of and sometimes even taken advantage of. But I'd be the type of widow everyone loves and wants to care for. I think it would be cool if people could still be widows even if they do re marry, you know. They'd say I'm a widow but I remarried but still consider myself a widow because the first one was always the best. Any who, I'm trying to learn Spanish as well. It's kinda hard. I can't seem to pronounce things correctly. However, I can not give up, I must continue. Jeremiah's hard work will not go in vain. I wonder how long it takes to learn a language or how long Rosetta Stone expects you to take. I don't feel like doing anything tonight. My head hurts and my best friend is coming tomorrow and I must remember I have to do a double shift tomorrow. Someone please remind me. Thanks. much love. God Bless. Be well!

Hola!

Hola! I find myself saying that quite often now. I am trying to learn Spanish without much success. I need a text book or something, to lead me in the right direction. Tomorrow I will be going to two Borders and hopefully they will have a Spanish dictionaries as well as a beginner textbook. And if not I will be going to Staten Island, and no one really lives there so there should be lots of things to find there at Borders. Sadly Borders is closing but not so sad since everything is on sale now. Anywho, today I almost didn't leave the house. I was suppose to go on a tour of my new college with my twin but she was prevented by something. It's always something but I went to see her at work anyway. I went to Hunter and failed to see anyone I knew, like always and then went to Wall Street. I proceeded to buy things for my cats and then help clean up the store. I got all dirty and dusty. I almost bought chocolate but luckily I didn't. I have to keep on my new life plan. Which is to eat as healthy as possible and work out daily if possible. I did not work out today and I probably wont tomorrow which is why I should walk a few extra blocks and stand up on the train. I do Jillian Micheal's Ripped in 30 workout video and go to the gym in the mornings. For breakfast it is either Special K, Multi-Grain Cheerios, or Yoplait yogurt. Lunch is usually a sandwhich of some sort with fruit and or yogurt and maybe a snack like cheerios trail mix and dinner comes sometimes, maybe half of my lunch. Recently it's been a salad after my Jillian workout. Oh and lots and lots of water. So far I've lost ten plus pounds since the beginning of May so we'll see if I can get to my short term goal before winter. Back to my day. I finally get home after ten thirty and see my mom talking to some girls. Who knows where she finds these girls. I get to my room and lock myself in. I talk to my friends Roofie and Tobi and read my email. Currently I am trying to get involved in a group called Intervarsity but they are making it really difficult. Being at this new school nothing has worked out as easily as it did in Buffalo. Which I should expect since this is NYC. Oh well, I hope I have more stories to tell and more friends to talk about. Til then, ttfn.

Roofie

So I haven't posted in here in a while, so I'm going to dedicate this post to my very best mate, Ruth. She's pretty cool. I like her hair, even though she doesn't give it enough TLC, I like the color and how it goes amazingly with her face. So a couple of weeks ago I visited my Roofie. We watched TV, ate broccoli and shopped a little. I met her mom, dad and brother. All very cool as well.
What I like about Ruth is that we are totally different. She's mostly quiet and I'm definitely not. She's a little bit taller than me. Okay so maybe not totally different but she's different from me and all the usual friends I have. We both like to read books. I haven't had a friend like that since ninth grade. She's super caring and loves to help. I sometimes like to just know what she's thinking and what's going on in her head. Recently, she just got her driving license, which is awesome. I have yet to get mine, but that's okie. Ruth and I also have this thing going on where we are both going to try and see who will be an old maid the longest. I'm pretty sure I will win.
Hmm, what else can I say about Ruth. Well, besides what's already known about her. What is there that only I know. Eh, never mind, I'll keep it to myself. Some things are just best kept secret for personal enjoyment. I hope this post does Roofie some justice which it probably doesn't. Well if you really wanna know about Ruth just go to the University of Buffalo!

Summer Time

So I haven't been on here if forever, I know. I've been kind of busy but I think it is time to resurrect my blog. Since last time, which I can't remember when that was, well I graduated from college. I am no longer in Buffalo but in good ol' New York City with my family and some friends. I feel like I left the good friends somewhere in my travels from Buffalo to New York City. I wanna say I hate it here but I'm sure I'd hate anywhere I go if I stay there long enough.
What I really wanted to talk about here is this new guy or rather a couple but I'm only going to talk about this one. I don't even know where to begin. His name, lets say it's Kenny, well Kenny is nice, mostly. But recently he's been hugging and kissing me on my head but calling me "buddy". I don't know how to respond to this so I just left it alone, but he keeps doing it. I use to think it was cool getting this attention but now I don't know, it seems not so right anymore. This guy barely, if at all, knows me. He probably calls me buddy because he doesn't know my real name. Gosh, I hate guys, but they're not all bad, there are some who are pretty awesome. And now I'm just trying to see a way out of this and upset with myself for letting this happen to myself again! It seems everywhere I go there is one or two guys who wanna behave this way. I just want to be surrounded by good people who are in love with Jesus and want to make a different in the world and are doing things with their life. I think that is pretty much it. It may not seem like a lot to most people but it is to me. I don't want to be felt up or touched or kissed or waste my time on people who aren't going to help me or who I can not help. I think I've said enough about this guy, I just pray tomorrow will be a brighter day and that I get to make someone else enjoy their day. Thanks Johnny Bravo for the Jazz...

Overdue

So this post is for last week. Hmm... what shall I talk about. Did I ever mention how awesome refugees are. They are hilarious! They always smile at me, just because I'm always smiling at them. I hope they don't think I'm weird. I am going to miss them when I leave Buffalo. I'm especially going to miss all the ones I got close to and the ones that I have tried to get close to but failed (Mooshee)! Anyway, I had a fabulous four months with these wonderful people from all over the world and have learned so much from them. I just hope that they will be able to find whatever it is they came looking for, here in America. I will miss them and love them all dearly.
This is Biba, she's awesome!

Saturday

It's Saturday and I'm sick, or trying to not be. I was in bed all day yesterday and can't really think too clearly now. I have so much to do and so little time and energy to get it all done. I don't know what to do. All I do want to say is Happy Belated Birthday to my friend John and hope that he had a fabulous day.
That's it
Kas

Salvatore

Who doesn't love the name Salvatore, it is absolutely gorgeous. I have a wonderful friend named Salvatore but he doesn't like his name very much. I tell him I love it and will forever and always call him by that name. It's so amazing and special. I wish I had a special name. My name is sort of plain but not really. I just wish it had a ring to it like Salvatore does. Anyway, he's cool peeps. We use to work together until I got fired. Now I have to find time to go see him since he misses me, which is okay with me. I always liked him. So about Sal, he's from Buffalo. He's an only child. His mom is a nurse. No one cooks at his house. Salvatore microwaves his meals. He doesn't like sweets too much. He's studying HR now, with professor Salomone. I don't have a fabulous picture of Sal but believe me he's very pleasing to the eye ;) I think that is all I have to say. I know this whole post is about a guy, well suck it up. I can do that!
If my friend John reads this, Happy Almost Birthday in one week!

Salty Foods

So yesterday Johnny made me food. He made piggies (tender parts), rice and very very very salty potatoes. They were so salty it was gross. So I ate it until I couldn't eat anymore and gave it back to him to keep for another day. Today I made him a much better meal even though I had to re cook some cause they weren't cooked all the way. I made pasta with broccoli and Chicken Parmesan. That's it, nothing else to say about salty foods, just don't do it! Salty is not pretty, it makes your mouth want water and to drown out the salty taste. I hope you never have to experience that feeling, ever! Now I'm just waiting for my friends to come over to eat my food. Time to go, peace homies.

Spring Break

This past week I went to Florida. Port St. Lucie to be exact. I went with thirty seven other people. We stayed at Sunlight Community Church where I met the most amazing fourteen year old named Alyssa and her friend Amy. They are super awesome, so if you ever go to St. Lucie, I highly recommend that you go see them. The team left Buffalo Friday night at 5~6pm and arrive at the church around midnight on Saturday. Sunday morning we went to church and then the beach, where I got a tan. On Monday morning, we cleaned windows of one of the families that goes to the church, afterwards we went to Sarah's Kitchen which has the most amazing old people, so friendly and nice. But not, most, so don't go expecting everyone to be all happy there is one lady they call the Bread Nazi, don't ask, just go and see. On Tuesday we worked on a house for Habitat for Humanity, I just painted and then after lunch, slept in the van. That night though was Youth group and it was super awesome, met the most amazing middle/high schoolers. Oh and got hugged by one amazing guy named Anthony, man I wish I could have him but that would be illegal since he's a minor :P Wednesday we cleaned the church, I worked on weeds and then after lunch we went to Renew which is a thrift store. We handed out flyers, some ppl got to do price tags, i got to fold previously uses plastic bags. Thursday we went to the Love Center with this creepy man running it, everyone loved him but he freaked me out, I just have this thing about big black men. There, we cleaned (I did the bathrooms and offices). On Friday half the group went back to the Habitat house and the others went to the Thrift store for the Love Center where I was assigned to bag cans, got attacked by spiders, cockroaches and lizards. Then we left Saturday morning. Overall it was okay. I met a really cool guy named Joshua Leuppie, he's cool peeps.

Bruce Willis

So I needed something to write this week besides the upcoming Spring Break, so I decided to write about someone who has really awesome movies, and who I just absolutely love to watch. His name is Bruce Willis. I haven't seen many of his movies but the ones I have seen I love. For example, the whole nine yards. Absolutely amazing. Oh and Live free or die hard. I don't think I have ever seen any other of the die hard movies but that was kicked butt. Maybe if I'm ever in the mood I'll watch them all but it sucks that in those movies he has hair. I really don't know why Demi left him for Ashton, Bruce could kick Ashton's butt, I think Demi could kick his butt too. Oh well, you never know what really goes on with famous people when they're not on screen. That's it for now.

Interesting Story...

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small Texas town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger...he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with
Adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped
Talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home... Not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our longtime visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular Basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?.... ... .



We just call him 'TV.'


He has a wife now....We call her the Internet.

Alphabet in Christ

Although things are not perfect

Because of trial or pain

Continue in thanksgiving

Do not begin to blame

Even when the times are hard

Fierce winds are bound to blow

God is forever able

Hold on to what you know

Imagine life without His love

Joy would cease to be

Keep thanking Him for all the things

Love imparts to thee

Move out of "Camp Complaining"

No weapon that is known

On earth can yield the power

Praise can do alone

Quit looking at the future

Redeem the time at hand

Start every day with worship

To "thank" is a command

Until we see Him coming

Victorious in the sky

We'll run the race with gratitude

X alting God most high

Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but....

Z ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!



"I AM Too blessed to be stressed!" The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything. Love and peace be with you forever, Amen.

Testimony

Last night my twin gave her testimony. I learned the reason why her father isn't around, which I thought about say once in the four years I have known her. And it started to make me think about my own testimony. Well he's a work in progress version:

I was raised in the church. My mother, her sisters and brother, and my grandmother all went to the same church and possibly raised there too. I remember going to Sunday school and playing with toys and then I got old enough went to the 1rst/2nd grade class where I think that is where a light bulb went off in my head. It said: "Jesus is the Son of God" and from that day on it has never been a doubt in my mind, that is how it is, end of story, right? Nope. So I went through all these classes, learning the right answers to all the teachers questions. And then 11th grade hit, and there was this one teacher that challenged me, he assumed we were all baptized but I wasn't, I didn't feel like I was ready. Well this man told me a little story about how the devil was talking with his demons and discussing how they can mess with people and one said, hang out in front of churches- but people would expect that. Another suggested that they convince people that they need to wait, that there is a perfect time to get baptized. And it hit me, what was I waiting for, well I knew now that I was no longer scared and that I could do, I just needed a little push, which came in the form of a little girl named India.

Well India got me involved in the youth fellowship at church and from there it get went. I made friends and eventually ran for Secretary however, in order to do that you had to be baptized, so I told my mom and grandma that i was gonna do it, and i did. I got up and said I wanted to be baptized. On January 1rst 2006 I was baptized with two very good friends of mine who happen to be 7/8 years younger than me, and some old people I don't really remember. I deciding to get baptized and actually doing it, I thought I needed to change my lifestyle because I was acting one way in school and a totally different way in church. But it was hard being nice in school when everyone was either mad at you or scared of you. But I endured.

One of the things I prayed for when applying to college was that I would find a group of Christians like the ones I had at home who would encourage me and I found one or two or three. And they are all amazing. I can say that I have grown tremendously over these years. Life doesn't get easier but as I endure I get stronger and stronger. I'm not saying I'm perfect and don't suffer from the same things I did five years ago, I just know where to go, who to turn to and hopefully what to pray. Recently I was fired from an internship and I really struggled with it, but I just had to break it down and support with biblical truths. No matter what the world thinks of me or do to me, I am loved. I am saved. I am blessed to even live another day. So I thank God for allowing me to share this story with you and I hope you will one day experience this joy, this peace in knowing you are precious and highly favored, no matter what. Just let go and let God.

The 22 Me

So I am twenty years old. I turned twenty-two on the twenty second of February. It was a pretty awesome day. I am sad to say that the tuna casserole I received did not live up to the expectations I had for it. But everything else went spectacular.

Today I had two midterms, work and not much else but I know I should be doing something. Frankly, I just want to do nothing, maybe read a book, finish a scarf I'm working on or talk to my friends that I haven't talked to in a while. I did do my hair though, as you can see from the pretty pictures supposedly attached somewhere, this is the first time I'm doing this so I hope it works out.

Lastly, something that has been bothering me is forgiveness and really appreciating friends who like me for me, all of me, the good, bad, ugly and terribly hideous parts of me. I don't want to get into the details because frankly, my head hurts from these braids, as i knew they would. Anyway, if anyone is actually reading this, answer me this: Who do you think Jesus is? and how did you come to this conclusion?

Thanks
Kassie P.

Middle School

So I was told to write a post about middle school, well now I can't remember what I was going to say. I had teachers, classmates, and books. I don't remember much about 6th-8th grade besides the bad things. I can't remember the good. Maybe I had an awesome teacher, Mr. Man. Maybe my neighbor died, Ms. Alice. Maybe I got an award for Math but got okay grades in everything else. Who knows, know one knew me, not even my family. I remember not being able to trust, not laughing, not having fun and not celebrating birthdays. I remember a hidden mother, a long gone uncle and an ever present grandmother. I remember a wonderful neighbor and my lazy cat. But that's about it.
Now I'm older and not much has changed. I don't have Mr. Man or Ms. Alice or Ms. Mae (my neighbor). I don't have my grandma around or my sister, which is good, and I rarely see my mother or even talk to her. My cat has died and I have no memories of before. Right now, I sit an apartment with three other girls, that may or may not be here. I don't know. But what I do know is that this time next year they may or may not be a memory. They may or may not be alive. Things change, people change. And hopefully for the better.

Couples

I know it's near V-day but this has nothing to do with it. I just hate it when my friends get together. It means I get less presents on my birthday and that I'm loved just a little bit less. It's not that I'm selfish or anything, it's just that we should love like communist. Everyone should love everyone equally. And I feel that when people couple up there is less love available for the rest of us. So if you are reading this don't forget to love your friends who aren't in a "relationship" or just show love because you can never tell someone you love them enough. That's all I have to say for now. I just probably need to suck it up, right?

Charlotte's Funeral

Well I did it. I lived, loved and died. Nothing more to do with my life, just filled with memories of laughter, crying, heart break, love, and baby making. What more is there to do. That's it. I'm done.

As for me, I'm just trying to survive this semester. To enjoy my last months here and try not to think about how I'm not going to see any of these people again but to enjoy their company now. I want to make some memories, some good ones, which I have some but more is always helpful. I hate how for my last semester my grade depends on other people. I wish it was much more simple. But whatever will be will be. I'm going to do the best I can. I just wish I knew how to tackle all this. Oh well. I hope I have more fabulous dreams and not so many nightmares.

Charlotte's First Child

Babies, who's idea was it to have babies? Babies, are gross and take too much time and energy to take care of. They are just like a job. However, there is a mystery about babies that also make them so attractive. I don't want kids, like going through the whole process with them, but I would not mind adopting them. I would adopt a four or five year old. When they need to learn things and have fun.

As for me, I just don't know what to do with my life. People annoy me and I hate having to be responsible for things and peoples feelings. Everything is just so complicated. I just wish things were simple and the world spun and there was peace everywhere.

Charlotte's Honeymoon

So it's the day after the wedding, after all the guests have gone home and all the presents await to be opened. I would be here with the man who I love, who has gained my trust and I keep no secrets from. I think I would be comfortable being naked in front of him, sharing my body with him and him with me. I think it would be nice, to go somewhere far far away. Maybe somewhere where I can make a difference, like in a third world country. That would be an awesome honeymoon. But after he honeymoon, what then? Is all the excitement gone? Is all the mystery known? Everyone is always excited about the wedding, the dancing, the drinking... then the honeymoon, but no one ever mentions what happens next. It's like a "and they lived happily ever after". But how? How does one live happily ever after? Are there children? Are there Christmases, New Years, Mother's Days?

As for me, I am finishing up my semester of college. I'm just surprised I've made it this far. All the things I have learned and kind of excited for what's next. I don't know exactly where that is but I have an idea of where I might want to go. And I think I might stick with this plan for once. I hope all of you, you might read this, are feeling fabulous. I'm making brownies right now and I do enjoy that very much. Have a happy Saturday. Peace in the Middle East.