Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

Couples Retreat is a nice lil' comedy with Vince Vaughn, Jason Bateman, and Jon Farvau among others of comedy decent. Now, with all these funny people, you'd expect the movie to me really funny, right? Like a slew of funny that you're unable to stop cause you're outnumbered. Yeah, it's not that. It's a moderatly humorous salute to couples of vaca. See it, but keep your expectations low and you'll come out with a brighter outlook on it.

Now that's out of the way, I shredded my vocal chords. Like intensely ripped them up and tossed them in the shredder. You see, my job entails quite a bit of screamage. I mean, there's an entire section of the BPB called "Scream". This is a parade I do basically everyday. Then there's HSM, which you aren't nessicarily required to scream, however, it's implied that you should. The initial ripping happened last Friday. Compound that with 3 additional Scream party bash and HSM and you wind see in me rumaging through the garbage, sifting through the bits of bank statements and assorted junk mail, in hopes that I can Scotch tape my voice back together. Wish me luck

Splash

Something wonderful happened the other day. It wasn't world peace wonderful or ecomony-fixing wonderful. No, this wonderful seemed to only be pleasant to few people, me being one of them. Everyone else seemed very unhappy about it, but not me. I'm a rebel. Gone rogue.

Anyway, back to affore mentioned wonderfulness. We were out on parade route and it began to pour during 2nd show stop. And you see, once we start a show stop there is nowhere to cut it short so you have to finish the parade. So it's raining and were Block-partying and the sum of this equasion? BLOCK PARTY SPLASH. I don't look wet in the pic but believe you me, I was soaked from head to toe. It was so much fun. Dancing in the rain. It was so...well wonderful. I'd welcome a repeat anytme.

Cinematic Contemplations

So I saw two movies in the past couple of days and here are my thoughts.

Last Friday, I saw The Invention of Lying. Good things first:
1. The first thirty minutes or so are extremely funny. People feeling compeled to tell the truth of course yields much comedy.
2. Jennifer Garner. I think thats all I need to say about that.
3. There are many a cameo. You might even call it 'Star-studded'. Edward Norton plays a heroine huffing cop. Pretty darn funny.

Ok, now the unpleasant part. If you have any affiliations with nearly any Christian religion, I don't recomend this movie. It is not for you. Go see the Toy Story 3D double feature. I think that's a safer choice.



Today, I saw Zombieland. Normally, I am not one for the zombie flick, but everynow and then one looks appealing to me. I think the last one I saw was I Am Legend, just to give you an idea of how often I go to movies featuring the undead.

Anyway, it was pretty good. It definatly made light of the inard consumers that had seemed to conquer the US. Woody Harrelson is great as an over-eager kicker of zombie ass. And Emma Stone is...well, she's really hot. And the cameo of a comedy legend is pretty surprising and brings a nice break from the growling sludge/blood-spitters chasing after our protaginists. If you have a strong stomach and enjoy amusement parks, you should check it out.

Fancy like Whoppie

So I hopped on the bandwagon and became fancy. Fancy with a touch-screen phone. The t-mobile MyTouch to be more precise. Yeah, I know you're jealous. I'm totally friends with Whoppie. We text each other on our fancy phones of fanciness. Then write on each other walls cracking "sister act" jokes, again on those mobiles. Its been pretty sweet. I really like it.

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.

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.