Work and Kris the frat deuche

So it's been a while. A fortnight. Things have come up. None of which seemed relevant enough to report on, but I'll give a brief synopsis.

I've come down off my need for deep sea screaming. Some time has passed I've learned what you need to let go of thievery is some time-passing to occur.

We're almost to the new casting and my giddyness is expounding. I've been helping the Blue Ranger save the world for three weeks straight and I'm worn out. Literally. The tendon behind my left knee cap has quickly approached its limit. It started complaining so I wrapped it up to procure some needed quiet. But, in its typical fashion, it got all pissed off and started cause more aches and pains to my life when it has reached the achesandpains limit for the month. Ah well. Just two more days of world-saving and I get to go to school!

I invented a frat boy alter ego. Named Nick. I'll explain. I recieved a text at 2:47 am which read:
"Hey, u still up?"
-Being as I was unconsious, I read it this morning. It was a number that was not in my phone so I responded.
"Who dis"
"Kris"
-I know a Kris. SHE also helps save the world and does MISICI with me.
"From Rangers and MISICI?"
"I don't know what that means so prob no. But who this? r u hot?"

-Are you hot? This had to be some frat deuche. A scene immediatly began to unfold. This innocent 18 year old girl, who just got to college, shows up at a party. Many assorted collegiates roaming some dorm decorated in furniture from the 90's. Red plastic cups strewn across the room, full of beer pumped from a keg sitting in the kitchen. This young girl, while yes, hot, just comes to a party to meet some people when up strolls Kris the Frat deuche.

"I wouldn't say 'hot' but thats just me. I'm Nick. I work for Disney"
"Oh S***, ur a dude? Thought u wer this chick from ucf. Disney huh? Cood u get me in free"
-Of course. As soon as anyone local finds out you work for disney they ask you to get them in.
"Nah man. I wasted my free tix on this chick who don't even talk to me anymore. So f***** up."
"Man that is f***** up. Hope you laid her at least. Disney must be awesome. tons of grls and the gays are funny."
-Is this guy for real? But again, I play along.
"Yeah man. you best believe I had a bunch a disney chicks. Dancers. crazy flexible"
"Dude, we gotta party together. Hook me up w your chick friends....
-Then I recieve a pic message of a shirtless frat deuche in a backward baseball cap and I now have an image to go with the conversation
"oh sorry about the pic. sent it back when I thought u was that chick."

And that was the end of our conversation. bizarre way to start my morning.

Together We Can Fight The Fight...So let's RIDE!!!

Today was quite a day. Many things occured. So let's get started shall we?

I was with the rangers today. It was a good batch. Will and Tony were there. Between sets we caught a little CW18 saturday morning lineup (CW4kids). We had the privledge of catching a Power Ranger rip-off called Kamen Rider: Dragon Knight. It was so bad that it was incredible. It had all the action of Rangers plus the emotion of a daytime soap opera...4kids. We had hours of fun making fun of their "morph" which a sort of full body thrust.

Here is the opening sequence for you skeptics:



Anyhoo, on my lunch, I sorta kinda ripped my shins open. It's kinda a long story, but you know the point. Manager asked if I still wanted to do Block Party (I was looking a little peaked) to which I mumbled a semi-coherent "yeah..henembdekeldllleeeeghhhh" and went to lunch. I came back after lunch to find I had been replaced in the parade.

I know right? I was pretty surprised too. I asked around and apparently Manager said I wouldn't be able to do the parade and to send in someone in my place. Ew. No, no. I was so angry. Fl-flames on the sides of my face. He-he-Heaving breaths. Needless to say, I had words with Manager and she lied to my face. Caught her right in that web.

I didn't do parade (it's ok, I picked up tomorrow). But I finished my sets with the rangers and bled through my bandages. The suit is probably sitting in the incinerator right now...in ashes. Check it.






I got home, showered and thought I should clean out the wound more thouroughly. An HOUR later I was done. It was pretty painful. And so ended the strange day.

Fill Me In

So I'm starting to suck at updating my blog. I'm working on it. Fill in starts now.

-I don't know how to make bullits. Thats kinda frustrating.

-I did something new yesterday. I hung out with Genie during MISICI. It was so much easier than walking stilts. Just danced around on a box instead of sluggishly dragging steel strapped to my aching legs. Genie had no idea where in the music his lines were supposed to go, but it really didn't matter cause no one was looking at him. Just like high school.

-I have this dance stuck in my head. It's to Roisin Murphy's "Sinking Feeling". (As always, you can find it in the playlist on the right.) I am working out all the choreography. I think it'll be really cool but I have no one to perform the visions in my head. I might see if 7th Day Productions will let me teach a pop-jazz class sometime.

-Said dance was actually inspired by Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I've started rereading the entire series from the beggining with Jen because somehow she has never read them. Silly girl. We're nearly done with Sorcerer's Stone. just a-plowin right through them.

-It's my day off. This wouldn't really be noteworthy accept that working for the company has gotten my to dislike days off. I have no idea what to do with myself. So I usually go to the gym and go see a movie. Todays film is called Inglorious Basterds. Quintin Tarentino's (that is not spelled correctly) new movie about a WWII band of vigilantes aiming to take down as many Nazi's possible. I'll let you know how that goes.

I think thats all for now. Stay classy

The wait its over...

The wait is over.

The call has come.

The lack of this gift has caused, not only undue stress, but countless hours flipping through the shift give-away book which leads to nasty places Boat Dock and Dinoland (basically anywhere at Animal Kingdom) and loads of Contemp Dinner. But this is unnerving stress wilst soon be behind me.

When the call came, I almost couldn't believe it. I mean, I've been waiting for 9 months. The gestation period of a human child. The waiting is as old as a pregnancy. I didn't really shout it from the rooftops when I found out; I was scared it would somehow get taken away. But it's for real.

May 17th- Red becomes Yellow (for those of you who don't speak Disney, I got FULL TIME)