Scream

Ok, you know how in movies when the protagonist can find no other means of releasing energy besides screaming? I have a question. Why is it only one bellowing shreik? I mean, if you really have no other option but to scream, is once seriously gonna do it? In some cases, its even a weak yawn-like scream. (*cough* Zac Effron) I suppose Zack Braff got two, but you don't count the first one. If it's helping, why stop with one? I would say an extra performance would be in order.

Anyway, I was at a point today that was just like a movie. I literally could not think of any faster or more reliable way to release the mounting tention than to scream. I always find it kinda awkward to let loose in a residential area though. Back in Utah, I would drive up the nearby hills and blast the vocal chords into the valley below. There isn't any mountains in Florida, which makes my old standby location illogical. The only place that came to mind, a locale that would stiffle the decibles, was the bottom of the pool.

I probably should explain. After a long LONG day of protecting the world, I stopped at Target for a much needed Dr. Pepper. I grabbed my phone, wallet, and iPod and strolled in. I left my backpack with Walter (my truck). I feel creeped out by people who walk around grocery stores with backpacks on. I dunno, it's shady to me and I do not participate in such illicit acts. Anyway, I come back about 20 minutes later and my bag is gone. Some clever thug nabbed my bag from my unlocked car in the Target parking lot. Really? Do you have so little enjoyment in your life that you need to resort to taking empty bags from civilian trucks? No, I'll go further. Do you have so little decency that you seriously need to take things that aren't yours? Come on guy! That is like the first thing you learn. You shouldn't take what isn't yours...because if you do you'll rot in hell!!

Sorry. I'm a little upset. Super sick of people stealing from me. The grief of having things taken from me led to the subsequent underwater vocalizations. Not once. Once didn't cut it. Twice I submerged to thrash out my frustrations with the world. It was pretty theraputic. I highly recomend it if you find yourself in a similar situation.

On a very-far-asidenote, I finally saw the VMA's and loved the Michael Jackson tribute. Kanye is an asshole. I had my first Lady Gaga experience and I am frightened. Beyonce was HOT! Thats pretty much it.

It's Beggining to Look Alot Like....

I just had the most splediferous dream. And I realize that is a retarded word useage but this is my blog and I am writing so get over it.

I this pleasant dream, my family's dance group got to come down her during the holidays. I don't think it was quite Christmas yet because it wasn't completely packed in the parks. I think that would make it a random December day. And we got to walk around and it was so much fun. They've never see World at Christmas. They've seen Land but not World. And World has the "Osborn family spectacle of dancing lights" so World wins. Hands down.

We got to see the "ice cicle" covered castle at Magic Kingdom and it was just perfect. Which is strange considering my latent distaste for the location. I guess thats the effect of repeditive choruses of "It's Beggining to Look Alot Like Christmas"

I know I didn't need to tell you, but it's the first dream in quite some time that didn't with me being chased after or loosing teeth in a showdown brawl or, in extreme cases, getting shot.

Yeah, this was defintaly better.

Meet Robin

I'd like everyone to meet a new friend of mine. Her name is Robin. I know what you're all thinking but she's not a rebound. I can just hang out with her, ya know, listen to music, watch some Glee. Just be with a friend. I don't know that our bond will last forever, but right now, she's helping me not miss Zooey so much. And for that, I am grateful.

Play

In honor of the release of The Beatles: Rock Band, I comprise a short playlist of my personal favorite Beatles songs. Enjoy the aged tunes as you scan.

Dear Zooey

Terrible news:

Zooey, my lovely, kind iPod, is missing. Pod-napped. I've been told it's been long enough that i shouldn't expect to see her again. This breaks my heart you guys. It also makes me never want to return to Magic Kingdom, seeing as thats where the pod-napping took place.

I'm going crazy without her. I'm gonna have to find a replacement soon.

Zooey, if you're out there, know I loved having you. But I hope whoever took you from me gets their ass kicked by a bitch I call Karma.

One More Time, With Feeling

I made it through the week of misery. And yes, I am worse for the ware. 5 days of stilts caused my ripped up shins quite a few dollups of pain. My psyche has taken a few hits to the groin with an iced down sledge hammer.

Going to MK everyday was like going to Azkaban prison. Our break location is dark and everyone there seems unhappy, which in turn sucks the hope and joy out of you so that all you have is the aching desire to leave this place. As soon you can manage to conjure up a nice Patronus to fight of the evil, that is.

The dementors gave me a reprimand. That really sucks. It's no dementor's kiss but it's still a pretty nasty punishment.

Walter is seriously on his last leg. I'm trying to keep him in a ventilator, but it's getting rather pricey. I just got a new battery for him and he worked for a few days and now he won't start again! He's killing me. I'm calling for a ambulence today to get him back to PepBoys and see what's wrong now.

And a few weeks ago things were going so well. Now it's all kinda falling apart on me.

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

Outta My Head

So i haven't had too much to report on lately.

Until today.

I had my first day of High School Mucical on sat and I went back again today. It is so amazing. I love grooving down Hollywood Blvd. to do a nice lil' show in front of the hat. I love it even more than I thought I would. Here's a visual aid.







Then I got thrown in to the Bug Unit in Block Party. Being there was like being in a whole different parade. It was truly great. Thank you Wildcats and Bug Unit for a great, great day.

Julie, here is my response

So I have a girlfriend. Is that weird to anyone else? Casey "doomed to be alone forever because girls always find reasons to run away" Tregeagle has a girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy about it. Ecstatic. Jaunty. But after all the blunders I've experienced with the gentler sex, its just odd that things have worked out like this.

I have spent most of my life being ignored by the ladies. Ok, ignored is probably a little overdramatic. I suppose, reguarded as a non-sexual entity, would be a better way to put it. The LDS girls did not pick up what I was laying down. I was frequently told I was not strong enough in the church for their liking. And, you know, it stung a bit. Till like the 4th time I was told that. Then I think I gave up. Well, I should say gave up seeking. Let what will happen, happen.

Sidenote: One of my oldest friends, Julieanna, posted a blog asking what has made you, the loyal readers in the blogesphere, happy in the recent present. This, Ju Ju, is what has made me supremely happy over the last couple weeks.

Comfort and Happiness

Hark one. Hark All. After a 18 months of wishin', I am finally a student at East High. I am so sore, but it is completely worth every aching muscle. I have worked so hard to get to this point and I am so happy I made it. Here's me and Brock "being super heroes".

Following Denise Case's (show director) 4:35 in the moring declaration of approval, I was on my way home and a song came up on my iPod. Everyone has those times when a song comes on that is perfect for the exact moment you're experiencing. I had one of those. A few days ago, Jen showed me this song by Death Cab that I had some how never heard. That, or I just never realized it's brilliance till then. It's called "Passenger Seat". I hate to sound cliche, but I think the lyrics to this song are so conversational. It is so full of comfort and happiness. Below are the lyrics, if you'd like to follow along with the last song on the playlist to your top right.

I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.

When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.

Gone Daddy Gone

So two days ago, I had an amazing day. I was set to help out the stickbug for Block Party, but they needed me to be to be a Pixar Pal instead. Then, a manager revealed to me that Slim and I could no longer be friends. He was just not treating me nicely and so it is over. I'll actually miss him a little. Not alot. Just every now and then.

I miss the B-Unit already.

Right Here, Right Now

I am gonna be doing this show soon. I could not be more excited to join this band of Wildcats!





On a sidenote, my dance group from back home is coming for a tour. Hopefully, they'll get to see me dance it out.

Holiday Happy

Happy friggin' 4th of July everyone.

I haven't done anyting special, seeing as my entire body is throbing for my time with the stickbug. However, I am watching a great little video called Back to the Future. I always seem to be watching movies on holidays where normal people go out.

Anywho, I'll be brief about this. I'm learning the "High School Musical" show at Disney's Hollywood Studios and I am so freakin' excited for it. It has been my goal/dream for a year and a half and now that it's finally happening? Well, it feels pretty damn amazing. Now, I just hope i get to do the show a few times.

Sirs Sherwin and Jackson

So I have have picked up reading a blog recently. It is scribed by my old friend, Julie's betrothed, Mr. Andy Sherwin. You can check it out. I get a bit of enjoyment out of his writing for a couple reasons.

1. His blog entries are always 3-4, fully formed, 5 sentence+ paragraphs. I love long blog entries. I don't know that I am capable of creating one myself, but I love to see when others manage it.

2. He presents his ideas with facts. He is knowledgeable. It always seems that he has done research on the subject before fully forming his opinion.

These together have brought me to feel like I'm reading a doctoral dissertation with each new blog entry. That makes me feel really smart. He uses words like "symbiotic" and "motifs" and I'm really jealous cause if I use those words, I sound like an 8 year old who just heard a big word and decides he should use it all the time in inproper ways.

Anyway, he recently wrote on the passing if one Mr. Jackson. It was refreshing to hear a new perspective. His thoughts have led me to discuss my own. I, for one, do not feel an aching in my soul. I understand and repect his place in pop music history. He has created some of the most well-known songs in the world. He was very gifted. However, I feel people somehow mourning an aging popstar, saying his death is huge loss to pop music today, I can't help but disagree. Besides numerous greatest hits albums (and sorry but they don't count), the man hasn't created any legitimate or noteworthy music in eight years. His last album, Off the Wall, released in 2001, was widely considered a flop. Other than that, he has been bashed for years for his eccentricities. So what exactly is the world missing with him gone? I'm sorry if that sounds insensitive, but he is in a better place. In this world, he is an "crazy, ex-popstar pedophile". We made that persona for him and now people are trying to act like they always loved him. As I have said before, I respect and understand what he has done for pop music. However, I'm not going to pretend that I will miss him dearly.