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?