The Dance

I got to go to the Block Party Bash workshop Sat night. It was amazing. I have expressed my feeling of ineptitude in the dance category lately and going to the workshop totally helped in the crusade to pull me out of that funk. The brilliance of BPB is that it really is 90% performance. Which I totally rock at! I rocked the instructor's socks off. And it made me realize that I really am a good dancer. It's just the Company that is Lame-o. Anyways, that is my excitement for now!

Dance of the day...

Here it is. In all it's Mia Michaels insane brilliance.

Time After Time

In a magazine I have read this week, the name 1000 classic movies, tv shows, books and so in of the past 25 years. Looking through them, I don't understand why they picked alot of them. So I am gonna name some of my own classic movies and tv of the past twenty five years. CCM (Casey's Classic Movies) if you will.

MOVIES
1. Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-03)
2. The Breakfast Club (1985)
3. Juno (2007)
4. Little Miss Sunshine (2006)
5. Die Hard (1988)
6. Toy Story (1995)
7. Children of Men (2006)
8. Ferris Beuller's Day Off (1986)
9. Spider-Man 2 (2004)
10. Mean Girls (2004)
11. Waiting for Guffman (1996)
12. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)
13. X2: X-Men United (2003)
14. Garden State (2004)
15. Edward Scissorhands (1990)

TV
1. Friends (1994-2004)
2. Lost (2004-present)
3. Saved by the Bell (1989-1993)
4. Freaks and Geeks (1999-2000)
5. Gilmore Girls (2000-07)
6. Arrested Development (2003-06)
7. Will & Grace (1998-2006)
8. House (2004-present)
9. Grey's Anatomy (2005-present)
10. So You Think You Can Dance? (2005-present)
11. The Office [U.S.] (2005-present)
12. Late Night with Conan O'Brien (1993-present)
13. How I Met Your Mother (2005-present)
14. 30 Rock (2006-present)
15. The Real World (1992-present)

While my children are growing up and I say things like "What happened to the classics?", it's likely that I will be referring to the items on this list. Maybe, I'll be able to get them on micro disk or whatever DVD's will become in the future. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed my list.

I Feel It All

Kids, Tigger was too much for me today. We did six sets and four of them were fourty five mins. They were that long because "we were inside in the air-conditioning" (that sentence seems alot more bitter and sarcastic when you hear me actually saying it). But there is no way deepest darkest pits of hell that if I were to go check the air-conditioning switch, that it would be flipped to the 'ON' position. Crystal Palace was an evil, evil place today.

Imagine, if you will, wrapping yourself in tin foil and sticking yourself in the oven for 45 minutes set at 450 degrees. That is what my last set felt like. I literally was a baked potato. Fortunatly, I got Tigger off set before just before he collapsed. Physically weak, I dragged myself home.

Dance of the Day...

This is for shiz. Chelsie Hightower, please marry me.

What a Day

So two things:

One, last night my crazy French roomie and I were talking till like 1:30 am about movies and such.

Two, I recieved intell today that made my brain short-circut (euphamistically, speaking).

Combined, these issues lead to the event of my calling in sick to work. You see, I firmly believe that every once in a while, you need to take a mental health day. A day when you should be doing something, but instead give yourself a day to shut down and reboot. No contact with anyone. Just do whatever you want.

I slept in and watched some Saved by the Bell. After, I went to Downtown Disney and saw The Incredible Hulk. It was surprisingly really good. I mean, it wasn't the most amazing ever, but it was alot better than expected. Then, I came home to So You Think You Can Dance?! It was so good.

Anyway, I've rebooted. Back to reality.

Dance of the day...

Time out. I am so in love with this dance and song. I wanted to share.

(Un)American Boy

So my roommate of five months was forced to leave a few weeks ago. It 104% sucked cause he was one of the three guy friends I have..well, had, at the moment. Since I am on the college program, they sent someone to fill the empty bed.

Since I no longer wanted to live in the same room with one of those creepy pig-warriors in Star Wars, I took over the vacated bed and left a map for the new guy to get to his. Initially, we assumed the new guy would show up the second Phil (our roommate past) left. Three weeks later he has arrived.

I can't say I care to much for the French. I mean, I don't hold anything against them. They have just always been across the pond, not having anything to do with little old Casey. However, there is now a Frenchman residing in the same apartment as my charming self. He has been here for two days and hasn't quite three complete sentences. To any of us. Which is fine I guess. I just didn't think the French we quiet.

Hold You In My Arms

I just need tell you about something. What just happened. Yeah, it was awesome. So I'm chillin' at my apartment with this lovely, amazing girl. She is in my arms and I just achieve this thrilling sense of happiness. It was a moment that you never want to end because you know there's not going to be another moment this perfect for a while.

I dunno. Maybe i'm just crazy-talkin. ha I can't help it.

Better

Surprisingly, I had a good day at Camp Minnie-Mickey chilling with the Goof. There was alot of younger people there for once, which was a nice change of pace from the usual batch of middle-aged hispanic women. I relate so well to both, but like I said, it was nice for a change.

In addition, there was a glorious thunderstorm that passed over us which means, in short that we got out of two of hour sets. It was amazing. Life changing even...ok, maybe not life changing, but it was very very good.

Wait

For a second time, I am attempting to read Twilight. Ya know, that silly book about the vampire that it seems every girl in the nation wants to marry.

Here's my issue. The main character, Bella, seems to dred going to going to live with her dad in the dreary town of Forks, Washington because the sun is never out and nothing happens with in 10 miles of it's city limits. And she is right. I'm 150 pages in and NOTHING is happening! What the hell? I thought there was a vampire somwhere in this chick fantasy. When is that gonna become into play? When is the freaking story gonna get rolling?

It's vaguely holding my interest for now. But Ms. Meyers better get it on the ball soon or I might just have to give up on the droll Washington town...at least till the movie comes out in December.

That's Not My Name

If I hear one more person call call Goofy, "Pluto" I will first punch them in the face then lecture them on how not to be stupid!

Flyin'

Last night, something happened I've been waiting for for quite some time. I finally got to go to a stilts workshop. It was so much fun. Like oodles of fun.

At first, it felt like I had been in some horrible car accident and I was learning to walk again. It's hard to keep your balance when you are 2 1/2 feet taller and your legs are 18 pounds heavier (9 to each leg). But after a while it became really easy. We had a bar we were holding onto to keep our balance and I was the first one to leave the bar (not that I'm bragging, but I was awesome). Then we started doing choreography and it was like I was floating. Well, in a matter of speaking.

The best part was that I felt like I could dance again. I know it's kinda lame, but since I've been down here I've expecting something. I mean, freakin anything, give me Cowboy Camp. But continually not getting trained in anything has made me feel like I am incapable of dancing. However, last night I got such positive feedback from my awesome stilt skills that I felt better about everything. Everything. It was this awesome liberating feeling.

I woke up this morning to the sorest quads in the history of man, but all I can think about is getting back up there.

Stupid for You

First, I wanna point out two things. ONE: I took a page from Bry's book and will now forthwith have a picture accompanying a blog entry. TWO: I took a page from Shonda Rimes book and henseforth all blogs will be song titles. Cool I know. Ok...on with the show.

I'm scared ok. I'm messed up and a big fat chicken. Bawk.



Flashack: Sophmore year.

Besides Julie Lawson (who in my opinion doesn't count, since I was twelve and naive) my first relationship was with...let's call her May. Yes I changed the name and it's better that way.

So while I was with May I was in a perpetual mode of terror. You see, May was on anti-depression medication that, as it turns out, made her hyper-sensitive. I was always afraid I was gonna say something that upset her and then I'd feel like an aweful human, because only jerks make girls cry. My back would tense up and my heart would start pounding in anticipation of seeing her. And of course, I would continually find new ways to fit my exceptionally large feet into my even bigger mouth. Four mouths later, we broke up. I have only seen her three times since and the tension returned every time.

Not exactly the best way for your first relationship to go is it? Yeah. Really not. Now listen, I'm not blaming May, but I think ever since then I have been terrified of finding myself in a relationship because my back is sore enough with out that past blinging tension returning. No, I know not all relationships are gonna be like that one but I also don't wanna be the metaphorical May to anyone else. I don't want to be a tension causer. And thus I am afraid. Afraid the theoretical-May-induced-tension has cause me to screw up something that could be amazing. The jury is out and the meeting has recessed until futher notice.

Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

The following is actually somewhat lyrics to a song. It was brought to my attention by my good friend Romney Olson who is now in Brazil (I think). But the words echo many issues that come up in life so I thought I'd share.



Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97. Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the
rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh, nevermind, you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
-You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real toubles in life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with your's.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you suceed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40. Maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can... don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it... it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance... even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make you feel UGLY.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they might be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise, Politicians will philander, you too will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

A Little Bit of Feel Good

So I know this girl. She is really awesome, cute, and surprisingly mature. She tells it like it is. She is humble too. All these qualities are usually not used to describe a 16 year old. She reminds me of a blonde, Un-pregnant Juno. It's crazy to me that someone so young can embody all of these killer qualities while people older than her can be so...well high school. I want to spend more time with her because I think I can learn alot from her. I believe we can learn something from everyone that can make us a better person and she is no exception. Anyways, that is my schpiel. Enjoy your day!