Compulsive Baking

My name is Cassie Sheppard and I am a compulsive baker. They say that admitting you have a problem....

Compulsive baking? That's crazy! I know. I bake when

A. I don't want/need anything to eat
B. I don't have the proper ingredients
C. (most importantly) I have tons of other work to do

Problem or passion? You decide.

On the Verge

I've been on the verge of tears all day. I'm not sad, but I've felt like crying my eyes out about five times today and just can't get it out. It's definitely related to the fact that I'm running on about 2 hours of sleep, but there's more to it. I've always been a person to take on and try to cure the world. I do what I can, I'm a people pleaser in an uber-individualistic kind of way. But when things are too big for a little girl, what can I do? It's not even that need to fix things, like I wanted to fix Chris's grandpa today. I just want to understand the world - an impossible task. The day was upside-down and then I had to say goodbye and that ate me up more than usual. My consistency was jarred. So, the tears came.

I can't take on the world - that's a big statement for me, the loud-mouthed optimist. I'm not giving up that easy though. I'm just one person, but the world is bigger than the individual. When my tears finally came they were tears of happiness in the realization that I am part of humanity. My optimism doesn't live in myself, but in the goodness and love I see in others. Some things can't be changed - people get older, the world contains evil, people dear to us have to go away sometimes. But in a world of harsh inevitability, we are given the ability to experience love - for ourselves, others and all mankind. It's up to us, it's our decision. I'm a girl who doesn't know much. I'd even say I'm relatively naive and I know I can't change some things. But I choose my life - I choose to live, to love and to be happy.

PBJ and Cabernet

Fall Break was beautiful because...

I drove to Carbondale, greek philosophy in tow, to see Christopher James.
and his hair is shaggy :)
and I sorta met some people
I saw The Big Lebowski for the first time
and it was hilarious
and apparently a classic
We went to Garden of the Gods
and there are scenic rock formations and massive ravines
and a disappointing sunset (oh well)
We camped for free by a lake
and saw millions of stars
and had a pbj and cabernet dinner
I spent hours in the communications building
and that wasn't that exciting
and that's ok too :)
We made ourselves dinner
and it was picture perfect
and that was my favorite part

But it doesn't matter what I did, where I went or who I met
I was with this silly, skinny boy I know
(who's always right, mildy evil and one of those unstable artist types)

And he's my favorite person in the whole world