A house is not a home

One thing that has been tough and weird is moving away from a home. There is a huge gigan-TOR difference between a house and a home (I know I live in an apartment but just go with me k?). Yeah, a house is somewhere you go at the end of the day, someplace your stuff is, where your mail is sent, but a home is so much more. When you have a home you feel safe and comforted knowing you are cared about. It contains people who (for the most part) just let you be. It'll sound very Peter Preisthood but, there is a feeling of love in a home. You can always tell when you are in a home because that power totally freakin' eminates from every nook and cranny.

Tonight I got to hang out with my aunt, uncle, and two little cousins at their home. I mean, my apartment is snail-speed growing to feel home-ish, but it was nice to be in a real home. It was good to be with a family. Even though it wasn't my immediate family it was nice to be with the traditional idea of a family. Parents, kids, their cousin, and his friend. It was delightful.

P.S. The President of the LDS church died today? What is with all the death lately. I'm not meaning to be sacreligous, but Heath went and now Pres. Hinkley? What is the world coming too?

As The W.D.World Turns

So today I believe I have hit a turning point. What I mean is that I have been with the orange bastard six times now, and I can't say I have had a whole lot of fun...until today. I had a fun day at boat dock, who'd've thought that'd be possible in this dimension? In other dimensions maybe but this one? Come on. But I am fo shiz, up the spout. I owe this fun day to three certain people. Victor, the elderly gentleman who chills with Eeyore, Nigeria, the hephalump obsessed friend of Piglet's and, the piez de risistance, Jessica, the N. Carolina "college" grad who held out a friendly hand. They be crazy but so cool. I made some friends today. Yeah, I kinda sound like a loser when I say it like that but you know what. It was a good day and I don't care!

Silly Pooh Bear, Drama's for kids

Hey halla hey kids. Just got done working with Tigga at the Magic Kingdom. We met with some kids in a little place called Pooh's Playground. Magical...only not one bit. It's almost like a freakin' Dementor swooped down and sucked all the happiness out of the place. Our breakroom was the elephant graveyard to my no-so Simbalike adventurous spirt. Pooh's friend was a lez, and clearly felt free to talk about it. Tigger's other helper was one of the most flaming men I've ever met. Oh yeah, and there are best friends. Definite bitchfest. Then there is Alice who is ready to leave WDW because he bow wasn't in the right place on her head. D-R-A-M-A!

Oh and it was humid as hell. Ever been in that? It's like trapping yourself in a sauna and turing it to 11. P.S. it's January and i'm already melting? I need to abandon my furry friend before summer or I will literally fall over dead. Also if I never have to meet up with Tigga at Pooh's Playground I will consider myself a very lucky man!

The wonderful thing about Tiggers?

Have you ever had a friend that completely and utterly exhausts you? Someone who whenever you hang out with them, your life force is completely sapped? I made such a friend in the recent...present. His name is Tigger. He is crazy out of control. But I'm am quite literally getting paid to hang out with him so it's not really like I can just ditch him. Maybe after chilling with him a few times I'll get more used to all the enegy it takes to be around him. Someday.

I, yi, yi, yi

Yesterday I finished training and now am full fledged character peformer. I'll just say this last week has not been easy on my mental and emotional state. I say that alot but it is true. I hate feeling like I suck at my job more than anything. I wanted to leave that in Utah with the nameless grocery store. That feeling attacks my conciounce and makes me think I suck at everything, not just my job, so it becomes i honestly SUCK. I am a sucky-suck person.

So I didn't my self-remedy to this illness. I didn't think about it. Nope, I threw myself into the latest Grey's and completely forgot that I suck and I have to get better. Once done with Grey's my neighbors pulled me into a rousing game of Curses and I nearly peed my pants by the end of the night (from laughing of course). When I got home I did a little self analyzing and realized that I don't suck. I'll pull myself together and do this. This job, this life, everything. It's what I came to do and by gum I shall do it.

Tantalizing Tuesday

Besides waking up to gardner standing in my window (I've now decided to call people I don't know by their job title), Tuesday was not so rotten. After shutting my blinds to the eyes of gardeners (yes, plural) I went to fill out my official work papers. P.S. I am now officially a Disney Cast member. AnywayS, me, Ness, Alysse and Andie decided to go to the Yacht and Beach club resort. Unsuspectedly, we literally missed every bus that took us there. We were waiting for Busman. So after about an hour we kinda got our act together and go on a bus but the wrong bus. Nearly took us 3 hours to get to the freakin' place.

Anywho, we got there and I pulled a Troy Bulton. Slid, snatched some sand, stood and tossed it. However, the day could not have happened if a certain roommate of mine hadn't met my cousin Andwea. On the many bus rides, we created a song for him as a means of confessing his love for her. And it goes a little something like this....



So on the way home, we had the opportunity to meet an out and proud Cajun. I learned that you can only call people Cajun if they are from Southwest Louisiana. Thanks bud, I'll store that away in useless crap I know. I also met some UVSC-anites. They were pretty cool and equally wow-ed by Cajun's somewhat useless knowledge of the LDS chuch. Full day. Some might even say tantalizing? Perhaps?

Tomrrow. Like Harmon's and Tevye, Disney has 'Traditions.' Yippie Ki-ay.

Manic Monday

And so the carnage continues. K so no actual blood has been spilt but it's been a freakin' horror movie on my mental and emotional state. Despite Florida being the self proclaimed 'Sunshine State', I gotta say that life could use some serious UV rays. Today, I almost got evicted from the 'Wellness' building, which half the building is not well at all. Met my two RM roomates, who have decided to call me 'primi' as I have not gone on a mission. For those who know me you'll know I was PISSED. Next up I-9 forms. I can taste the joy now.

Total Recall

So my pops brought up an interesting point. Yesterday, I freakin' moved across the country and on my "daily" blog I announce my new guilty pleasure? So after he ended his Grey's 'Seriously' rant, revelation was bestowed upon me.

Moving is surreal.

I mean, when the weather goes from fourteen degree blizzard to eighty it's a little trippy. I still am not quite sure I am going to live here. Is that seriously even possible in the real world? I'm staying at Vanessa Loring-like aunt's house in FLORIDA. Seriously?

Here's the word, humming bird.

So yesterday I wake at some God-forsaken hour, being that I have to be at the airport by like nine-thirty. I don't think it was registering in my head I was moving away. If it had been, I would've wanted to take a pic of my room. Cause now I freaking have to share.
AnywayS, we get to the airport to find out our flight has been delayed for two hours. I was like, 'hello bitches! I could've actually done some of that sleeping thing I like to do." And three hours later we were on the plane and on our merry freakin' way. Besides the creepy guy adjacent to me who kept looking back at me with the David Blaine face, the flights were somewhat peaceful.

Once we got to the pristine residence my aunt abides in, my lil' cousin Ledger conned me into playing his WII. K, you'd think video games would be fun and relaxing right? Well, you are wrong too. We had to play Sonic and Mario Go To the Olympic Games. The first event? The hundred meter dash, which involves shaking the controler violently to make your damn character run. I literally got cramps in my arms sitting on my butt. It seems unlikely but my biceps still ache.

Today was perfectly lovely. We woke up late and chilled at the home-front till about four, then went to this restaurant called Bahama Breeze. Basically the love child of Chili's and a juice bar. Next, onto the Polynesian (that was completely spelled incorrectly but but who gives a rat's wrong end right?) resort. I got some sand on me which made me panic slightly but I got over it. Then on a boat that took us to the Magic Kingdom entrance and we rode the monorail back. I love that means of tranportation when you aren't fighting a thousand people at midnight to get on it. Last, Downtown Disney and back to the my aunt's casa. At home we played a rousing game of Disney Scene it. You sensing a pattern? Disney? As in, my soul has been sold to. Yeah, good to know that starting tomorrow, I'm Mickey Mouse's bitch. But hey, Mickey is gentle right? I should prob talk to Minnie.

Guilty Pleasure

Hey kids. Listen up! I have found my 2008 guilty pleasure. It's a CW show by the name of Gossip Girl. It is wonderfully salacious and catty. Rich people getting totally wasted and wanting to kill each other? That makes for some great TV!

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Every Thanksgiving, the Tregeagle clan makes the long trek to the Golden State for an 'annual family trip'. This year, however, it was put off. you see, this year my aunt who lives in Flo Flo decided to come visit for Thanksgiving instead of her usual visit on for Christmas. And, since banners are raisen, parties are thrown, and multi-colored confetti are prepared weeks before she arrives, the family trip was immediatly haulted till further notice. My goodly parents scrimped and saved for us to go a month after the usual date to return a mere five days before i move to the Sunshine State.

And so our journey began Christmas Day. We woke up to re-affirming beliefs in Ole Saint Nick, went to my grandma's for family breakfast, and an hour later we hit the open road. The hours sluggishly ticked off and around 8 we were dying for some grub.-One problem, Einstines that we are we fled our home the one night that basically the entire nation is shut down. Two cities and four hours later, we wound up at getting varied edibles from a Maverick gas station. Not my choicest of quisine but the mental image of my grandmother deigning to eat a microwaved breakfast burrito was worth any incovienience.
-Las Vegas- the foul stank regret douced in booze eminates from miles away. Ok, ok, to be fair Vegas really wasn't that bad except our 'hotel room' smelt like a wet mink coat that sat in a wardrobe for 78 years.

The next day, we packed up and moved onward. When you're trying to get somewhere its remarkable how slowly time goes by. We made it to Cali with limited family feud fortunatly and decided to go for some chicken dinner from Knott's Berry Farm. My grandma decided it was too cold to sit outside on the picnick benches and, being the crafty woman she is, found an alcove where i'm sure was once used for some eccentric purpose. Oh, and it was next to the restrooms.

The next day we went to Disneyland/California Adventure and had a perfectly pleasant day until the sun went down and Jack freakin' Frost came out to say "You will never escape me, you foolish mortals!"

The following night, I got to see Wicked in L.A. Besides seeing an advance screening of Juno, it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. It was so unbeliveably brilliant that I would take Idina's tony away and give it to Eden Espinosa playing and singing Elphaba with the most talent i've ever seen in a single person.

The drive home was a toned down torture seen from '24.' Everyone wanted to be home and out of the car and we let each other know it. Ten people in a minivan screaming at each other. Sounds like an episode of a bad 90's sitcom.

But I believe Dorthy said it best. "There's no place like home"

Footloose and fancy free

So I have seen Footloose (both movie and musical) around thirty times. Ren McCormak moves to an up tight town where dancing and "loud music" are prohibited. Seriously. In Boughmont, you can't play that funky music white boy. Ren therefore decides to rebel against the town and break free of their over-protective morals. In the musical, this is brought to the light through the song "I'm Free". Ren gets nearly all the teens in the town to join his cause.

I'm gonna pause that topic. Get back to it in a bit.

Yesterday was my last day working for the groceric industry. Now, in the last two weeks I unfortunatly began liking it there. I made a few friends and while disliking what the job actually entailed, it wasn't that bad. In fact, I was about to get sad that I was leaving. Then something happened. My manager decided to let the other cashiers go home early and since I was closing I could have no such luxury. Meaning, I was the lone cashier.
And, it being the night before Christmas Eve, it got busy. And while the store is busy it's not too stressful, until you are the only cashier. I was freakin stressed trying to get all these people checked out in a timely fashion. That's when it all came rushing back to me. My complete hatred for the task I was performing. I had an hour left and I had already felt completely defeated.

When closing time finally rolled around, I counted out my till, clocked out and walked out of my groceric prison to feel the bitter winter chill. In that instant, it was like a two ton man named Clem was lifted off my shoulders. I was the Genie and Aladin just granted me freedom. And I couldn't help but shout Dean Pitchfork's suddendly poetic lyrics. I'M FREE! (ah, see what I did there?) I no longer have to say hello to a customer if they are five tiles away. I can forget the damned 'Better Basics'. No more asking if people need stamps or ice or if they'd like paper or plastic. I'm Free. And now, like the Genie in Aladin, I'm going to DISNEY WORLD!!

Favorite songs heard in '07

Now these might have been written years ago, but I had never heard them until this year. They don't go in order. It's just a happy helping of songs i loved this year.

"Sun Comes Up" by John Legend- This will definatly play at my wedding. One of the best love song I've ever heard.


"The Nicest Thing" by Kate Nash- Sung so eloquently, Nash knows what she wants.

"Scarecrow and Fungus" by Regina Spektor- Her lyrics are as addicting as her melodies.

"La Familia (Guy Sigsworth remix)" by Mirah- Provided a perky contrast of waking up after drunken sex on Grey's Anatomy. And delighted me to no end.

"Piece of Me" by Britney Spears- Her personal life may be a trainwreck but Brit still makes songs with killer beats and lyrics.

"Paperweight" by Joshua Radin and Schuyler Fisk- Fantastic harmonies + Air-y voices = amazing song.

"Drowning" by Missy Higgins- States my feelings on Utah for the past two months.

"The Sweet Escape" by Gwen Stefani- What can i say? It's a damn fun song!

"Death of Romeo and Juliet" by Logan Kendall- Played at the end of a production I was in. Perfectly tailored for the high-tech R&J.

"Keep Breathing" by Ingrid Michaelson- I have sung this repeatedly to myself when freaking out.

"Without Love" from HAIRSPRAY- Best number in the whole movie-musical.

"The Moment I Said It" by Imogen Heap- Inspired Mia Michaels to create my favorite group dance on SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE?

"Teardrop" by Massive Attack- Theme of HOUSE, which i also became quickly addicted to.

"The Great Escape" by Patrick Watson- Played repeatedly on those terrible days, which seem to have happened quite often.

and finally,
"Listen Up!" by The Gossip- The only song by a band. All the oooooohs and killer beats made it an instant favorite on my iPod.

So there they be. I'm sure most of them no one has ever heard before but maybe some have. Here's to equally fantastic songs in '08!

Jealousy killed the C.A.T.

A strange thing ocurred tonight. I was/am jealous of a friendship. Ok, I know I have no right to be jealous, I mean, I haven't exactly tried my hardest to be really close with these two individuals, but I couldn't help but state in my head, "Hey she was my friend first. BACK OFF!"

Yeah, it's a little childish and stupid but I couldn't help it. When i first met the girl, i loved her! We were the same person. I really think had I maybe tried a little harder, we could've been the friendship I observed a mere hour ago.

The thing is, I've known the male counterpart of the frienship longer. Nearly three years. So I can't really hate/make-fun of/swear about him behind his back. I like him too. He is an old friend. A good friend. But Damn it! I am jealous. I can't help it. It's just like that saying, "Jealousy killed the cat". Wait. I think that was curiosity. Meh, ah well. It still applies.

Patron Saint

I believe Dwayne Hoover wrote it best:

Enemies:

1. The winter/snow/ cold weather
2. The whole damn states of Indiana and Kentucky. I need my friend back now. Ok?!