High and Low

Last night, my nose was perfreated and began to bleed profusely. That hasn't happened in a little over a year. Freakin' 3000 miles above sea level.

Effington

Being back in Utah has been really weird. It's been fun, but... I suppose 'educational' would be a good word for it. I have missed ALOT. But it's ok. I don't really know that I would've really wanted to be here for alot that went down.


Anyway, I got to go to Panda night with my cousins. It was almost like it was in Flo. Accept with subzero temperatures.



And most magnificent so far; I got to hang out with my JennaLove. We went sight seeing yesterday (there aren't many sights to be seen, but those few needed to be saught) and it was so much fun. It is so easy to hang out with her even after a year of seperation.


So there is a little update. Oh HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

Sink, Florida, Sink

I'm home. In Utah I mean. I'm kinda done being the social outcast in the FL. Needed a break from it. So I'm in the UT.

Yesterday, was the longest day of traveling. Ever. Ever ever. The flight from Orlando to Denver went well enough. Then, an extended lay-over (5 hours) in CO due to unexpected technical difficulties, bascially exhausted every once of patience I had. Hoping to chilax when I get home, I arrive at a surprise party. Mostly family, which is great, but also alot of people I'm not really fond of. All in all it was a little overhelming. Fine, but overwhelming...slightly.

Anyway, it's kinda weird to be here. I look around and am reminded of memories that involved a version of me that no longer exists. I don't know that haunting is the right word, but...kinda.

The snow is nice thought. It wouldn't feel like the winter without it.

Be Ok

So, yes it's been forever. My computer had early stages of an unknown cancer. It made it through some intense chemo and radiation and I am happy to report that it is doing well. A little worse for the ware, but alive none the less.

These Days Are Dark

Remember the affore mentioned "dark place" i am sent to when life gets unpleasant? Yeah, well, it smells really bad too. It's dark and smells sweat and anger and shame. I wish I could get out of my time-share here.

City Stop

So I'm a little behind with my updates. ALOT of crap has occured in the last two days so I will try to catch ya'll up.

Yesterday, I was summoned to a hearing at the Orange county courthouse. Which means I had to journey to downtown Orlando. Ye who've followed my blog will recall the catastrophy that goes down with me and the city.

I made it there, a few minutes late yes, but no worse for the ware. As I rode the elevator to courtroom 10C, I anticipated all possible consequenses for my offense. Driving in the great state of Florida, while lacking a valid Florida license. Who the hell do I think I am? Of course I should have a hearing. I should've gone straight to the slammer.

Upon entering 10C, I half expect Billy Flynn to pop up and give the judge the old razzle dazzle. For shiz, this court thing was the real deal. It came complete with witness stand, two rows of audience seating, and jury chairs where, had my case been slightly more high profile, those twelve anrgy men would be staring me down, looking for any sign of guilt.

Anyway, the honorable judge Higbee declared my case "Nolle Pros". Means the state didn't have enough info to make this a bigger deal than it needed to be and all charges were dropped. Whooooooo!

There's Always Someone Cooler Than You

So I'm doing my stand-in thing for the new American Idol attraction at Hollywood Studios, and in walks one of the stars of my favorite sitcom, How I Met Your Mother. Neil Patrick-freakin' Harris! We met, we talked, we're long lost best friends (and of course by "talked", I mean nodded to us as he passed by, which is practically an invite to come watch him on the set of HIMYM. Now Mia and Neil are battling it out for the spot of my BEST friend. I will try my best to stop the carnage.

Piece of Me

Every now and then, I am seized with the need to draw.

It's aweful. I know that. But this is the product of today's seizure.

Dangerous and Sweet

Dear Stephanie Meyer,

Where do you get off?

Creating a world where vampires and werewolves exist, while also delivering the love story of the decade, thereby pleasing boys and girls. Who do you think you are?

I'm sure you can tell by now that I am speaking ironically and am enjoying your vampire saga.

Stephanie Meyer; don't change a thing.

Sincerely,
Casey Tregeagle
dictated not read

Supermassive Black Hole

This is a dark place. Depressing. It makes the slums of Gotham City seem like a carnival. But the thought of a carnival. You know, cotton candy, ferris wheel, fun.

Not here. Instead of cotton candy there is a 25 cent candy despenser containing stale Hot Tamales. The ferris wheel replaced with a repetative robotic voice calling out the next number to be served. And the fun. Well, the concept of fun was an idea the residents of this dismal building tossed around but ultimatly wound up at the bottom of the trash, only to get burried under all the happiness in the world.

My fellow visitors came in varied shapes and ethnicities.

The man to my right: A middle-eastern man dressed in slacks and some metallic blue button down, desperatly trying to prove he is pro-America.

Across from me sits an elderly couple. While both graying from head to toe, the man is easily 10 years older. She nearly shouts directly into his very visable hearing-aid.

A few chairs down is Lil' Jon. Complete with dreads, shinny gum-wrappers attatched to teeth, and oversized basketball shoes.

One by one, each drone is beckoned and replaced by another.

The DMV is a dark place.

I Know Where I've Been

Writing is cathartic. For me at least. I can often get some perspective on a given situation when I write it out. Just blurt it, you know? Induce word vomit. It sometimes works by talking through the problem with someone, but it is a pretty sure thing if I write it out, I'll be able to handle the situation in a mature, "drama-free" manor.

Now, I have said before that whilst writing in the blogesphere, you are essentially giving up the privacy of your thoughts. That's kinda the point. However, there are always going to be times where you want to have an uncensored vent-fest (by uncensored, I mean using actual names and the specific situation). Many friends I know of, have second "secret" blogs, perhaps, just for this reason. So I found it a little odd to be met with confusion when said friends became aware of my very own second blog.

Anyway, my point is this. I know my second blog wasn't on a private "invite only" setting. Hell, I even posted the link to check it out. But the madness behind the Here's the thing... was that I too wanted the chance to be uncensored. It clearly didn't work out well.

Into the Twilight

I just saw this great little movie. I guess it's based off some wildly popular teen romance novel, I never heard of it though. It's called Twilight.

Alright. JK. I read the novel. Won't lie; had a hard time getting through it. I know because of that I have alot hate being rolled my direction, but Que Sera Sera.

The movie adaptation, however, is just aces. Surprisingly, my big complaint was that it wasn't long enough.

Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Alright kids. It's winter.

Even here in Florida it's getting chilly. I love winter. I'm a freak, I know, but I love the cold. So here I sit, in my long sleeved shirt and newly purchased gloves. Curled up in a blaket, watching RENT.

It's my favorite time of year.

Don't Let Me Fall

So today my whorish roommate had locked me out of the house (it's a long story).
Granted it was all in fun but I only had socks on and it was freakin' freezing. I figure if I just knock, she won't just let me in.

I rapidly devise a plan to keep the coquette occupied so I can come through the back door. So I knock and ran. Ran around the side of the house which so happen to be having some...how shall I put this...Backup. By the time I realized the shit-tastic mistake, there was no way I could stop without inadvertantly flying headfirst into the sewage. So I ran. Ran through it. Like the wind that didn't break, if you get what I mean.

Then I started thinking. That's kinda like a metaphore for life. You can't always force yourself to get somewhere. You work and work, but if it's not meant to happen, you should probably let it go. Cause soon, you'll want it bad enough that you'll try to trick it into working, and that's when you end up with CRAP on your socks. Metaphorically speaking.

I Caught Myself

If you're not to busy, check it.

http://caseyexplainsitall.blogspot.com/

Pushin Up Daisies

I am very sad to say that ABC is reportedly not ordering further episodes of their magical comedy, "Pushing Daisies".

This is such an amazing show you guys. I recomend soaking up all of the amazingness you can before it is too late.

I love you Chuck, and want to be your last kiss. :(

Foodgasm

My message today is simple.

PANERA is amazing. If you haven't dined there before, you need too. Everything (and by that I mean, the limited selections from the menu is have had the privelege to taste) is...AWESOME. Go and eat there. NOW.

Believe in the Stars

Guess who guest starred on 30 Rock last week?!

OPRAH!

Wise, brilliant, beautiful Oprah. It was a fantastic episode. If you ever wanted to see Tracy Morgan in 'white face' (although I can't imagine any other scenario in which it would happen) then this is the time. Buy it on iTunes. Find it online. What ever you need to do you gotta see it.

High School Musical

I have no words to quite describe my love for this movie.

Just...just go see it. With an open heart and mind.

The Space Between

So here's the deal.

2 weeks ago there was alot, i mean ALOT, of crap going down in my life. It was a little too much for me to handle. So I told the sponsers that I needed a break. Apparently to them that meant, "I am quitting and you should replace me with some deuche with 2 first names". Needless to say, a change was NOT what was needed at The Daily Casey. The blog went to pot under Alex Nicholas' inexperienced short reign.

When they replaced me, I moved on and created a new blog that has been fairly well recieved. Then, the sponsers over here begged me to come back. So I presented them with a plan. I am gonna pull a Shonda Rimes and continue writing for both blogs with care and attention. Neither is going to become the "Private Practice" of the blogesphere. I will be bringing in guest writers for The Daily Casey, so I can take a break every once in a while. I have confidence in this plan and hope you will enjoy the re-reign, if you will, of yours truly.

The Daily Casey will do what it has always done best. Be up with pop culture. Bring new music and thoughts on new movies and tv shows. It's what this blog has become known for and will continue to do it with excellence. Here's the Thing, my second blog, will be a more general account of day to day life. I am trying to see the bigger picture and I think this is apart of it.

Enjoy your day.

Casey Tregeagle
Re-Appointed Editor
The Daily Casey

WAIT A MINUTE

WAIT!

wait a minute. waitaminutewaitaminutewaitaminutewaitamainute. wait.

the downfall of the Daily Casey might not be here just yet.

stay tuned.

thoughts-in-head,
Casey Tregeagle
Formally Editor
The Daily Casey.

Hiroshima

I regret to announce that due to an unforseen plummit in readership, The Daily Casey will be coming to an end. Apparently, since I have become Editor, all of our sponsers have pulled their funding. I guess, they don't appreciate my journalistic integrity and quality of work. Either way, I am more upset that this blog is falling. I'd just like to say that it was an honor to serve as your Editor, however short my reign was. Good day and have a pleasant tomorrow.

Sincerely,
Alex Nicholas
Editor-in-Chief
The Daily Casey

So They Say

I am sad to report that our Editor at Large, Casey Tregeagle, is no longer our Editor. He has decided to step down as to not drag the good name of this blog into the dirt. What, with all the rumors surrounding his recent stint in rehab, sex scandal with a Jane Doe, and his near arrest this morning, he decided what would be best for The Daily Casey was to step down and temporarily and name a new Editor. Now, I know its only temporary, but I will strive to be everything that Tregeagle could not. It's time for this blog to enter a new era. Crisp reporting will take the place of whinny venting. Thoughts will be delivered objectively rather than immaturely biased. When this blog first came on the scene, it delivered a wit and a knowledge previously unseen. It has since become a place for, pardon the phrase, bitching and moaning. But no more. We will instead head into a new frontier of creativity and optimism.

Sincerely,
Alexander Nicolas
New Editor-in-Chief
The Daily Casey

Shove It (Switch Remix)

The following blog might not seem very "Casey", but you'll get over it...i think.

Dear...persons-who-are-incapable-of-feining-politeness,

I have some questions.

What is your problem? Did I do something to offend you? Do the words I say sound Iraqi? Do I smell? Is it cause I'm brown?

What did I do? I must have done something for you to react the the chilled eyes of Jack Frost when I enter near your presence. For my part, I try to talk to you and ask about your life and, generally, just try to be civil. To all humans. With the acception of country music stars and Amanda Bynes, I always strive to be polite to everyone. Even if I don't like you I will at least try to be nice. I don't think think an icy kick to the tuckas, isn't really merited in this scenario.

I have a dream. That one day, we can be rescued from immaturity. A crazy notion? maybe. But I believe in this dream and I believe in this country.

Got a little sidetracked, sorry about that.

Cordially,
Casey Tregeagle
Editor at Large
The Daily Casey

2 a.m.

So I was watching my favorite sitcom, How I Met Your Mother, and some advise was given that I think is really smart and I wanted to share it with the now only three of you.

"Nothing good happens after 2 a.m. If it's after 2 a.m., just go to sleep."

The show is brilliant.

Beggar's Prayer

K so, there is this AMAZING songwriter named Emiliana Torrini. She is absolutely brilliant. I highly suggest checking her out. I dare you to listen to her song "Jungle Drum" resist singing it all the day long. More of her music would be on my playlist but I can't find it anywhere on the site where I put my playlist together. It's killin me smalls. Anywho. Here are lyrics to her new song "Big Jumps".
Enjoy.

i walked all morning to lift my heart
cause the world keeps dancing with the paper man
i love you never talk in dreams
i always hear your happiness is real
oh make some big jumps, big jumps you afraid to break some bones
come on make some big jumps, big jumps life is your saulte
you hold your head up, your head up high like you think i do

sometimes i feel so confused
i'm under the illusion that i have to choose
i love you always know the way
the way back home always is the same
oh make some big jumps, big jumps you afraid to break some bones
come on make some big jumps, big jumps life is your saulte
you hold your head up, your head up high like you think i do

tick tock, this clockwork will stop
you're the key for winding up my heart
brick, brack if you don't wind me up
this guy will lie upon me lke a passed out drunk
without you i will never rise again, without you i will never rise..

hey there, sunshine in my heart
i know life is long but it goes so fast
i love you never feeling old
you never bought the rubbish that they sold

oh make some big jumps, big jumps you afraid to break some bones
come on make some big jumps, big jumps life is your saulte
you hold your head up, your head up high like you think i do

Mercy

Thinking that I was gonna be staying wherever I could, I prematurely announced that I was homeless. As hard as it was gonna be, I kinda got excited about it. I was gonna create a segment for my blog called, "Nomad's Land". It would detail my wacky adventures in not having a semi-permanent residence. It would of been full of anicdotes and my signature wit. But alas, things have worked out for good and I'm not a nomad.

It's all good. I am still looking for a new residence however. Let me know if any of you have any information.

P.S. I got to go to Islands yesterday, I love it so freaking much!

Let My Words Be Few

Right. so I think I've made the situation sound worse than it is. I am not homeless (yet). And I have not spent a night in my car (yet). So no worries. Everything will be alright.

God Help the Outcasts

So...thats it. I have no place to live. Please if anyone needs a roommate on the cheap let me know. ASAP. As much as I love my car, it is not a proper home for one such as myself. I can't stay with Esmerelda forever. Jolly is stinkin' up the cave.

Bitch Went Nuts

Does it ever feel like once something wonderful happens, something sucky also has to happen to even out the cosmic balance of life? That is truly how I feel lately. I am closing in on the desire to not have good things happen at all. I don't know if I want good if the bad is tailing it, honking cause good just isn't going fast enough/

In an effort to avoid pissing my uncle off, (who, at the moment, is absolutely infuriated by my existance in HIS house) I have resigned myself to the stuffy confines of the over-crowded cubicle know as my room. Here I wil remain until either he has gone out or as soon as I can come up with a reason to leave.

I was never good at improv...wish me luck.

Secret

I really find humor in people with 'secret' additional blogs. No offence to you guys who have them. I just think that with if you put things out on the inter-web you would be okay with people viewing your writtings. I understand wanting to keep some thoughts private but thats what a Journal is for. To each his own I guess. But it's gotten me wanting my own secret blog. No one will even know about it. That's how secret it will be. Oh, wait, I just told you guys. DAMN IT!

You Don't Know Me

Sorry to you two who read this. My computer has been...frustrating. Thats a way to but it euphamistically. Anyway, one of my absolute favorite songwritters released a new cd this week. It has been like 4 years since his last album so when I saw his newest effort on iTunes, I immediatly surrendered my 13 dollars. So I listen right? and guess who is featured on one of the songs. Regina! freakin'! Spektor! This colaboration is brilliant. I tried to get it on my playlist but it's nowhere to be found. Here are the lyrics for now. It's amazing.

I wanna ask you - Do you ever sit and wonder,
It's so strange That we could be together for
So long, and never know, never care
What goes on in the other one's head?

Things I've felt but I've never said
You said things that I never said
So I'll say something that I should have said long ago:

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)

You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin
Or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me)
Any face that you wanted me to be seen.
We're damned by the existential moment where
We saw the couple in the coma and
It was we were the cliche but we carried on anyway.

So, sure, I could just close my eyes.
Yeah, sure, trace and memorize,
But can you go back once you know

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me

If I'm the person that you think I am (Ah ah ahh)
Clueless chump you seem to think I am (Ah ah ahhh)
So easily led astray,
An errant dog who occasionally escapes and needs a shorter leash, then
Why the fuck would you want me back?!

Maybe it's because

(You don't know me at all)

Ahhh ah
Ahhh ah

(You don't know me,
you don't know me.)

Ahhh ah
Ahhh ah

So, what I'm trying to say is
What (What?)
I'm trying to tell you
It's not gonna come out like I wanna say it cause I know you'll only change it.
(Say it.)

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)

(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)

What?

Reality Check

So I'm usually not one for reality tv. I just think it's alot of cat fights and bitchiness about 90% of the time. I know that's a big reason alot of people watch some of the reality trash that is on television, but I like a little more substance with my programing. I like to have some artistic vision on the side of my drama's. But, everyone's palat is different.

Now, over the years, I have heard rumblings here and there of Bravo's series Project Runway. Said rumblings weren't ever really loud enough to get me to seek out the show, however, in the past couple of days those rumblings got amplified to 11. After I saw Heidi Klum host the Emmy's, I figured her hosting abilities couldn't be worse than that (no offense die hard Heidi fans). Which broght me to my online tv buffet, , where I have basically had a two day relationship with Heidi. The show is freakin cool. With the exception of So You Think You Can Dance?, I've never seen a show that showcases such raw creativity. That is what I like from my reality shows. Creativity. If you havent checked it out, which I'm sure will ony be like two people, I recomend you catch up!

Golden Years?

For considerably my entire high school career, I was, what in Utah is called, a "drama kid". Meaning I did the plays and musicals. In 2005, I did 10 seperate shows. It was kinda intense. Most of the time, the reason I was cast was that I could move better than about 94% of the uncoordinated kids who auditioned. This resulted in my casting as "Featured Dancer."

There was one musical that I had a part in. Once on This Island; "Daniel's Father". If any of you know the show, you'll understand why that is a speaking role in the smallest sense of the word. And being that my part was so small, it became Daniel's Father/Featured Dancer.

But as I said, us musical performers were "the drama kids" (Five of us mockingly inflicted the term "thespians" upon ourselves. But that story is for another time).

Once I graduated, well, I was doing it before too but, I moved onto community theater. I found this to be a much less angst-y and childish way to go about doing something I loved. Granted, there was some immaturity here, some petty drama there, but for the most part, it was infinatly more rewarding and, let's be honest, it was more fun. Life was good, post-high school drama.

So I moved on. I'm now in Florida and for the most part, I would like to stress the word MOST, it has been smooth sailing. Except...well...and I mean, I know we all love High School Musical, but...it's just...I thought high school drama was over!

Goodnight and Go

I'm really glad that 95% of the population loves the Twilight series and loves Edward, (I seem to be the only person ever that actually likes Jacob and thinks Edward is kinda lame. To each his own I guess.) but I have had the hardest time getting through this romantic quadrilogy. I find Bella to be a complete waste of literary space. She is the Merideth Grey in a novel form. Whiney, immature, selfish brat.

Now, Edward, I suppose, is not all that annoying. He is good to Bella, always defending the moronic, childish "love of his life". The is the vampiric Derick Shepherd. I don't like him. I don't know why. I just don't.

Anyway, my point is this. I'm in the middle of Eclipse, just over 120 pages from finishing, and I'm so...bored. I try and I try, but I can't for the life of me will myself to get to through the...oh well, I won't spoil it for you. But yeah, basically, I'm giving up for now.

Hallelujah

So last night was the televised Prime Time Emmy awards. Many great actors and a few mediocre posers won the prestigous award in their respective categories. But I have to say that my favorite moment of the program has to go to a Mr. Conan O'Brien.

"I had more time for jokes, but Katherine Heigl said the material I had didn't merit the Emmys"- Conan O'Brien

Suck on that, Heigl!

That Time

Listen up kids, I did my first BPB yesterday. It was so freaking much fun. It was crazy to actually do it. In fact, I still find it hard to believe that it really happened at all. The kids at DisAbl high were alot more friendly, some in a kind of creepy way, but I'm over it. Thanks Josh and Bry for talking to me and making me feel less like that new kid who does something embarrasing in front of the whole school and is made fun of for months after.

Man, I just wanna go do it again.

Time Has Come Today

So I know the 5 of you who read my blog are probably sick of all my Block Party Blogs but guess what? I got a call to go in and do it tomorrow. Like for real. I finally will actually be doing the parade. I'm so freakin' excited. I just wish some of my friends who do it were gonna be there with me. Anywhay, wish me luck!

One of Those Days

The last 36 hours have been educational to say the least. I have learned many much things that I will put into a list (A list Bry. I know, how you love the lists). Alright, here we go.

1. People are idiots.
2. Two CAN keep a secret...if one of them is dead. And even then that is no guarantee. Jennifer Love-Hewitt could come along and do her Ghost Whisperin' thing.
3. People will use friendship as a guise to get what they want.
4. You can do a whole slew of things while holding a 15 lb. baby. (cleaning, cooking, shaving, etc.)
5. The many house moms of the Dr. Phillps area must love their Pushing Dasies . (I went to four different stores yesterday trying to find season one on DVD)
6. Sometimes, to get something you want, you gotta go back to your roots.
7. Someone who has a cell number similar to mine is a drug dealer.
8. There is still some inocense in the world.

I hope you enjoyed this list, brought to you by The Daily Casey.

First Day High

STORY TIME

Once upon a time there was a boy. A boy named...Johnny. Now, Johnny had gone to school at Matthew Kingsborough High for most of his high school experience. But, as in real life, he had made friends that went one of the other schools, DisAbl High School.

One day, Johnny's mom pulled him out of MK and moved him into DHS. At first, Johnny was very excited about this turn of events. You see, Johnny, being a theater kid, wanted to be apart of the superior theater program over at DisAbl High. He was excited for that, but nervous. Even though, it would make him happier in the long run, he was still starting a new school. However, he put on a brave face and took a step in.

In his first hour, Johnny saw the...I dunno, three people he knew and they were friendly and nice. But everyone else? Glares. And not just a "Oh that creeper is staring at me" glares, but more like "so many people are glaring at me at once it's like the sun is bouncing off a thousand mirrors aimed at my eyes, frying my retinas" glares. It's not that the other kids were rude to Johnny or mean even. They all just saw each other everyday so it threw them for a loop when someone new disrupted their lives.

All in all, his first day was not as bad as it could've been. But he hoped his second day would be better.

THE END

This Place Is A Prison

K, so I just need to rant for a minute, okay? And I'm going to be all cryptic and hard to understand like I usually am. If that annoys you, just scroll down slightly and on your right will be some other blogs that are clear and concise. If you want to keep reading, just bare with me.

I have this emptiness, right? I have this dark sad place that I wind up in when I feel dark or sad. I spent alot of time in the past surviving in this place so it's familiar. It's not as rough on my mindset when I get thrown into this place because I know it too well.

I used to get trapped there. I don't anymore. If things upset me or get me down, I can yank myself out of the empty fairly easily. This is beacause I no longer give control to the things that would previously keep my barred in the dark empty.

However, there are times when I get pushed to the dark place.

I need this specific person. Let's call the person...Shonda. Shonda Rimes. Now, Shonda has other things on her mind. I know that she loves me and cares about me, but her focus is elsewhere. I understand that she needs to focus her attention on her work. But when I try to rearrange her focus and fail, I go to the dark place. I've pulled myself out now, but I just needed to rant a little.

Right For Me

I'm APPROVED!

Great DJ

Tonight is the fo shiz approvals. I'm excited and scared. Last night was so fun but I have never sweat more in my entire life. But hopefully, I can rock it out tonight.

Again, wish me luck.


PS. due to an advertisement from Bry's Blog Myself in Center and other positive views of my music taste, a secondary optional playlist for you readers is in the works.

Tonight

Tonight is the first of two overnights I will spend on my quest to do that little Block Party parade thing. I'm really pumped to not be attempting to do the parade at 6 in the morning. I am NOT a morning person at all and the last 5 weeks of 6 am rehersals has been rough. But I am alive. And ready to kick some Block Party ass!

I'll be hitting the streets at 9 pm...wish me luck.

For Your Consideration: Cheesecake Factory

So listen up. I am no longer a Cheesecake Factory virgin. We went last night for Miranda's belated birthday party and it was goooood. It's a little out of my price range for freaquent visitation but tasty none the less. I got a "small" chicken ceasar salad that was the size of my baby cousin and the Ha-mazing Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough cheesecake. It probably added half a pound on but it was worth it.

Be Gentle With Me

So I am happy to report that I don't have cancer. Nor do I have any cists, infections, or injuries. At least in my man area.

I had to go to the Urologist (that is completely spelled incorrectly and I am ok with that) today and I am not a fan. For those of you that don't know, a Urologist (see? I really don't care that I'm spelling it wrong. Other people might look up how to spell a word they are using, but not me. I'm a maverick. But I digress.) is a doctor of Man Parts. So you can imagine how slightly uncomfortable I felt when the good Doc is asking why I'm not in college while he's got his hand on my junk.

Anywhay. My point in this blog was to report my clean bill of health. Sorry if it got to be a little T.M.I.

Wind It Up

Dear...today's Block Party Cast in the Toy Unit,

You were amazing. You all had so much energy and performed so well. After this week, I'll be able to perform alongside all of you and I am so excited. I have wanted to do Block Party for some time and I could not be more proud than to do the parade with you guys!

This Love

So being the crazy tv kid that I am, here is a little list of shows I can't wait to start up again. They are in no certain order. I love all the shows equally...yeah.

- Gossip Girl (even though it started last week.)
- Pushing Daisies (Oct. 1)
- How I Met Your Mother (Sept. 22)
- The Office (Sept. 25)
- Grey's Anatomy (Sept. 25)
- 30 Rock (Oct. 30)
- Chuck (Sept. 29)
- Heroes (Sept. 22)
- House (Sept. 16)
- Dirty Sexy Money (Oct 1)

It's prob sick that I'll most likely stay up on those shows, but hey, that why you love me.

Crazy

So I know I've expressed my intense love for it before, but I can't help it. I'm sitting at my Aunt's watching a bootleg copy of The Dark Knight and I am still in awe of it's brilliance. Now, matter how many times I watch/see this film, it never ceases to amaze me. If you haven't seen it yet, you need to get on that like two weeks ago!

For Your Consideration

I have a double dose of things to consider.





Delicious and nostalgic.

I Know Things Now

Many things about various people in my life, were brought to light last night. And as my hair was growing with all the secrets it now contained, some Sondheim (I don't know if that's spelled right) lyrics came to my head. They are from a little show called "Into the Woods".

So we wait in the dark
Until someone sets us free,
And we're brought into the light,
And we're back at the start.

And I know things now,
Many valuable things,
That I hadn't known before:
Do not put your faith
In a cape and a hood,
They will not protect you
The way that they should.
And take extra care with starngers,
Even flowers have their dangers.
And though scary is exciting,
Nice is different than good.

I understand certain people a little better now. Which has allowed me to love them more.

Isn't it nice to know a lot!
And a little bit not...

Multiply Part Deux

My latest creation. Your thoughts?

Blood and Peanut Butter

Yesterday, we did our blocking for Block Party. Took 5 hours and years off my life. But in the last hour we did what is technically a full parade, which is doing the show twice in a row. So, after we finish "R.O.C.K.", the last number, Staging told us to pack everything up and we were free to go.

Being a tramp mover, I headed to put up that bouncy pain in my ass. One of the other guys in my group stopped me.

"What the hell is up with your ankle?"

I look down and sure enough the inside of my right ankle is covered in blood. And I still couldn't tell you for absolute sure how exactly that occured. It's a pretty deep cut and I didn't feel it. That's kinda weird to me. But now, I can honestly say I have put my blood and sweat into this parade.

Where Does the Good Go?

I am a good person. Here's why.

Today, as I was walking out from a cataclysmic Block Party rehersal (I don't really know what cataclysmic means, but it sounded bad so...) I strolled by a table full of baked goods.

Now, working at Disney you don't see many tables piled with various cookies, muffins, sweet rolls, rice krispie treats, and basically any other form of dessert snack a suburban house wife from Utah brings to the ward pot luck. I took pause. but I digress.

Then, the nice ladies informed me they were taking donations for a fellow cast member who had a stroke and a heart attack in the same week. And I thought I had it rough doing 1.5 Block Parties before noon. They went on to say that if I donated, I could take whatever looked particularly appetising. So I donated and was rewarded with some heavenly chocolate chip cookies. It pays to be good.

For Your Consderation: The House Bunny

I decided to start a little segment I'm going to call "For Your Condsideration". I will just be putting forth ideas or letting you in on things I enjoy.

Today, I push The House Bunny for your consideration.

Anna Ferris stars as a quickly axed Playboy Bunny. She frequently plays identical characters in her movies, but you gotta admit. The girl is funny. She can take any line and make me lol!

Hugh Hefner actually acts in the movie! hilarious.

It has a killer soundtrack. Amazing even. Every new song that plays with the film is so good. It sucks so bad that they didn't release the soundtrack because it's awesome.

You should see it. Well, something for you to consider.

Forever Part II

So my aunt and I opted for Day 2 of Mia: The Workshop. And, being the cunning sneak I am, I nabbed a picture of her royal brilliance as she taught a load of mediocre perfomers. She is coming over to me to say, "Ahh, Casey. Please come show this load of mediocre perfomers what I am trying to do."

To which I valiantly replied, "Mia, anything for my best friend."

Forever

Ok, so I had the amazing oportunity of seeing Mia Michaels a work today. She was doing a workshop in Longwood, FL and my aunt and I went to check it out. I don't know what it is but I find the woman completely intoxicating. She has this presence that I literally don't know how to explain. She is Mia. That's all I can say.

I was sitting on the side lines (It was $175 to take the class and $10 to observe. I opted for the cheaper) and just watched her create. It was sick. Then, as the class broke up into groups to do the combination (she taught the dance she choreographed for the top 16 performers on the most recent season of SYTYCD) she looked over at me and smiled! That basically means we are best friends. She's gonna find me and say "I talked with Nigel and Mary and we're sending you to Vegas for next season. You don't have to audition. That is how amazing you are." and I'll be like "Oh, Mia. Let's be friends forever!"

We Looked Like Giants

So having just been relieved of baby-sitting duty, I have come to a realization. Babies are hard. I love Buzz Cool Hatch, my baby cuz, but child needs to learn to be happy. I had to be holding him or he would belt his three-month old lungs out. By some miracle he feel asleep, allowing for about 45 minutes of Weeds. After his nap, he only got fussier and he didn't seem to respond to my repeated chorus of "London (his real full name) chillax please." I took him out side on the covered patio to get some air and he calmed right down. I wouldn't think that that whiny bitch "Hurricane" Fay would relax anyone. She must speak 3 month old.

Moral of the story: I'm really not ready for children. Like really.

Timebomb

Let me just paint ya a lil' picture. I'm sitting on a air matress in a constant state of deflation. Having just gotten back from a Cardio Hip Hop class at the YMCA by my aunt's in Dr. Phillips, my shirt is completely soaked through and I am to tired/lazy to change it. I have a neon green wrap around my right shin in an attempt to prevent further shin splintage. I'm slurping down my Big Gulp of Dr. Pepper cause after getting up at 4:15 am for the past three days, it seems to be the only thing to is keeping me coherant. I'm watching Season 3 of Weeds on a low volume setting hoping my little cousins won't come in an hear the intense profanities. Every once in a while I grab my chest to ease the pain that has now developed from certain someone(s) leaving last week. And yet, with all this going on I have sense of calm. It probably just means I'm going to pass out any second now.

Miniture Disasters

My very first natural disaster is upon me. Hurricane Fey (I like the name cause it reminds me of Tina Fey, who is brilliant) has set its course for Orlando. I'm absolutely terrified. But nothing will stop Panda night. Anyway, I really have no idea what to expect. All I've ever had to deal with is pounds of snow. I mean back in Elementary we had "earthquake drills" but we never actually had one. Hopefully, I can get to color code then to Panda and back to my aunts before I start seeing flying cows.