tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55930822011-04-21T14:32:32.812-05:00casey-thoughtsthere are a couple of reasons i'm creating this:
<br> 1. in an effort to push michael p. walsh towards personal blogs and away from sports blogs.
<br> 2. because having the casey-thoughts file on my desktop isn't as fun as having a casey-thoughts weblog. caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1116393321916631252005-05-18T00:02:00.000-05:002005-05-18T00:15:21.923-05:00who knew you still cared, who knew you still looked?and you're one of the sixty seven from the u.k.?know sir alan rickman or his kin?don't go away! don't delay! send me an email right straight-away!p.s. seriously, there's no casey-cam passwords here. no matter what google tells you. and since i'm doing my thesis project on google's semantic understanding of mit's courseware, that kinda saddens me.caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1081664730554518022004-04-11T01:25:00.000-05:002004-04-11T01:28:18.093-05:00Casey’s 14 Points for the Perfect Man
today, i was going over something with somebody about something and i recalled my 14 points! i remember making it in the 10th grade. i was really fond of lists around that time. :) of course, being a much more grown-up girl now, i probably have a bunch of amendments to the original 14 points. but, for now, i will leave the points intact in their original caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1074413429917696422004-01-18T03:10:00.000-05:002004-01-18T03:12:22.750-05:00n questions
(where n is greater than, less than, or equal to 20)
1. do you make a ketchup-pile next to your french fries or do you smear it haphazardly over them?
2. when you see the word delta, do you think of (stop and think BEFORE reading on :p) a.)the mouth of a river b.) delta burke, the actress, or c.) the airline?
3. do you wonder what professional lip-readers major in in college?
4. do caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1071208282931375532003-12-12T00:51:00.000-05:002003-12-12T04:24:27.686-05:00santa baaaaby, just one little thing!
after an unfortunate hiatus (due to a month of hell-ish studying), the casey-blog is back! yay! i was actually going to wait until finals were over, but i had an idea for a blog entry tonight. then i realized it was december! and i made a promise to myself way back in august to put up my casey-wants list at the beginning of december.
some background: the caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1068526782916211132003-11-10T23:59:00.000-05:002003-11-11T00:05:08.276-05:00"they have made themselves an idol cast in the shape of a calf" (calf, little black dog, all the same...)
and on the day of the sabbath as the light from the moon shone no longer... sigh, i can only feign religious fervor for so long! it all began on the night of the eclipse. mommy and i were sitting on her bed watching it. it was quite uneventful, but i felt it was my human-duty to sit there caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1067862583454728312003-11-03T07:29:00.000-05:002003-11-03T07:50:47.530-05:00the west side story of the casey-brain
sunday morning was such an interesting one. i was supposed to wake up to go install daddy's pc-cillin at 9:30 a.m.. of course, we all know that wasn't really going to happen. but, i still had high hopes that i would be able to get up. and i did, every 2 hours starting at 8:30 a.m.. those conditions are prime for casey dreams... and here we go!
dream #1
caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1067744542220687172003-11-01T22:42:00.000-05:002003-11-01T22:45:46.213-05:00birds of a feather: tityos and me
it is nearly wintertime! which means there will be snow and christmas and christmas lights and 21st birthdays! unfortunately, there will also be cold weather and ice and other stupid holidays (not to mention finals) coming up too. being my domestic-ified little self, i didn't let this get me down. i decided to approach wintertime the way martha would, by knittingcaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1066595035377550612003-10-19T15:23:00.000-05:002003-10-20T10:27:44.073-05:00a chocolate bust of fidel castro
sigh, i've neglected my blog for so long! i can't help it. i'm so busy lately. and lady stearn robinson (heh, i always thought it said steam on the front cover) has just informed me that my dream of climbing up a tree to escape the bear (who looked uncannily like the bear from bear in the big blue house, the children's show) signifies reverses and indicates hard caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1065994591452652572003-10-12T16:36:00.000-05:002003-10-12T16:43:32.543-05:00santa, benadryl, and salami
life is quite interesting. just when i realized that i hadn't updated the blog in too long, i had a casey-dream! my subconscious always saves the day. keep in mind, i was NOT on benadryl (nor alcohol) at the time of this dream...
i'm in school. but, more technically, magic school. i spent an entire period trying to make santa's head stop disappearing from his body. caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1065189358110214712003-10-03T08:55:00.000-05:002003-10-03T12:29:04.373-05:00a case study on "sleepy-drunk"
for the purposes of experimentation, a subject received only 3 hours of sleep for the past 2 days. this put the subject into a state that could best be described as "sleepy-drunk" according to the definition proposed by the researcher.
sleepy-drunk- the state in which a subject who has been sleep deprived demonstrates behavior that is parallel to the behavior of caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1064969308394780172003-09-30T19:48:00.000-05:002003-09-30T19:56:57.150-05:00the quadro-of-good
on sept 27th, i had the first casey-dream that i have had in a long time! obviously it is 1.because i am back at school, so my mind is constantly in crazy-mentally-disturbed-mode and 2.because it was during daylight hours after i had already had around 11 hrs worth of sleep (the other two prime conditions under which a casey-dream takes place). the following is an exact accountcaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1064634620526985622003-09-26T22:50:00.000-05:002003-09-26T23:20:11.356-05:00"better asses and more hip injuries"
hmm, something most of my blog-audience probably does not know about me is that i am a big education-buff. i feel it is everyone's duty (or, more specifically, mine) to turn america's youth (and, again, more specifically, my future children) into little geniuses. so i've decided to become an educator. i haven't quite decided what level, as elementary/middle caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1064403994979752892003-09-24T06:46:00.000-05:002003-09-24T06:52:46.983-05:00"is pornography harmful or harmless?"
at times i feel bad when there isnt an update to the blog. i check the stats and see that people have visited anyway and guilt sets in. but, really, i have to wait for these ideas to pop into my head. can't force this kind of thing :) hehe
yesterday, i was going nuts looking for my financial aid statement from mit. mommy tends to "clean up" things that arentcaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1064122888832815792003-09-21T00:41:00.000-05:002003-09-21T01:17:57.186-05:00everybody's gone ego-surfing, ego-surfing u.s.a!
if it is too long for you, only read half! :) i have no choice, i'm busy during the week now, so i try to write as much as i can when i do have time so all the people that show up all the time will have something to read...
you'll probably notice there is a new link on the right. it takes you to carver's update. jason carver was in 6.002ex (and caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-106373864671408732003-09-16T13:57:00.000-05:002003-09-16T22:27:43.310-05:00a funny thing happened innnnn the forum
foreword: [chorus: originally, the title for this entry was going to be "nuts, completely nuts." but, as casey arrived at blogger.com the new name just sorta appeared in her head, as many things tend to do. so, she went with it. let us first specify that it was not a single thing, but an entire series of things. and we would like to take this opportunity caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1063649687799833612003-09-15T13:14:00.000-05:002003-09-15T13:14:47.836-05:00itchy and scratchy...
i'm sick. it is a very icky head cold. my ears are filled with fluid that seems to squish back and forth as i move my head (sorta like one of those expensive liquid-filled desk "toys"). i woke up the other night cause i could barely swallow. and my head is in a state somewhere between headache and fog. all of this has left me extremely irratible and sensitive to things in mycaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1063293651109375302003-09-11T10:20:00.000-05:002003-09-13T13:46:18.166-05:00do cashews have shells? they must. i've just never seen one. casey in a cashew-nutshell:
i'm the kind of person who compares having some girl with a perfect ass using the elliptical machine right in front of you to holding out a carrot to some lazy, old, fat turtle as you try to get him to start the race. the first day i went i was intimidated by going during those skinny-pretty-people hours. caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1063107681595035882003-09-09T06:41:00.000-05:002003-09-09T06:41:58.730-05:00and you see meeeeeeeeeeeeeee
i am a person who firmly believes in comfort. the moment i walk into my house, i immediately change into my pj's. two nights ago was no different. i came in the door and went up to my bedroom. i got out my clothes and started to change. my bra was probably half on when i realized there was a large, gaping space in the blinds. which, basically meant the patenaude's caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1062767221891994262003-09-05T08:07:00.000-05:002003-09-09T06:42:13.480-05:00i seeeeeee you
bah, i spent my morning writing this super-long entry and it was lost. i will try to recreate. i feel like the internet-god-of-the-underworld, also known as walsh, was taunting me with his "this entry is too long". the gist of the first two paragraphs was "hey, i know you come here! maybe i know you. maybe i haven't talked to you for like 10 years. maybe i am on your buddy list. caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1062678397660596452003-09-04T07:26:00.000-05:002003-09-04T07:37:44.783-05:00soft ones and hard ones, smooth ones and rough ones
yes, that's right, i like walls. :) sometimes (98% of the time actually), when i'm walking down the infinite (see here for more details about the infinite corridor, if you aren't familiar) i just like to run my hand along the wall. now, i do this in most places where i come into contact with walls, but i was just reminded of it yesterday. caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1062482813414212912003-09-02T01:06:00.000-05:002003-09-02T01:09:43.866-05:00quid quid latine dictum sit altum viditur
i was sitting in bed at 1:04 a.m., trying to convince myself to go to sleep. i will be back at university (god, doesn't that make me sound all sexy and foreign?) tomorrow and need to wake up at 5:15 a.m.. of course, i woke up at 2 p.m. today, so it is very difficult to force myself to sleep. suddenly, i got the urge to study latin. now, crazy things to caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1061779240587554182003-08-24T21:40:00.000-05:002003-08-24T21:43:14.090-05:00hodgepodge
when i make two entries in a row, no one reads the bottom one! so, dont forget to do that. this one just contains a bunch of random casey-thoughts:
my ascians entry did not go very well. apparently people don't like translating things. or, maybe they just didnt know how to go about translating it. if you wish, you may try your luck at this one! i came across this blog yesterday.
whencaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1061775758007676662003-08-24T20:42:00.000-05:002003-08-24T21:10:05.563-05:00pain, pain go away
today, out of the corner of my eye, i happened to see the cover of the herald (maybe the globe... probably not today's either). there was a very large picture of some type of foreign object coming through someone's tongue. probably self-inflicted... who does that kind of thing? it is one thing for tribesmen in africa to do it, as a symbol of fertility or power. but the person caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1061682464521213002003-08-23T18:47:00.000-05:002003-08-23T18:48:30.060-05:00license to operate as a human being should be revoked
sigh. after 20 years, you would think i would have learned the necessary skills. alas, i have not. a slew of concrete examples to follow!
a couple days ago i realized that my life isn't a movie like most humans. rather, it is a musical! i was sitting in fuddruckers, enjoying my apple pie. pretty woman comes on the radio. suddenly, half of thecaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1061620185844835022003-08-23T01:29:00.000-05:002003-08-24T02:00:06.630-05:00what big bird forgot to teach you...
yesterday was very much like every other day. i woke around noon, left my smoldering room, and took refuge in my nice air-conditioned porch. i woke up for the second time around 4 p.m.. i had nothing else to do, so i got the laptop and decided to work on my daily crossword puzzle. my crossword-algorithm is to work on all the across ones, then the downs, and caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1061114367668543722003-08-17T04:59:00.000-05:002003-08-17T07:04:32.440-05:00memory lane, holy-hell-was-i-retarded highway
tonight, while doing a little reminiscing with phul, i had to break out the convos. back in late 1998 i got the bright idea to save absolutely everything that my monitor displayed. it resulted in 40 or so disks. about 20 are filled with old conversations. later, i got a brighter one and just saved everything to a removable harddrive (2000-ish). every caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1061105743176601942003-08-17T02:35:00.000-05:002003-08-17T02:42:49.960-05:00waiters, actors, and candlestick makers
everyone who knows me knows that i love gay men. i'm actually pretty surprised i haven't written around them. earlier in the day i had written down some things and was planning on coming straight home to write this entry. instead, i searched for books and did my crossword puzzle and decided against it. then, alyssa told me a cute story about tonight's caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1060830095146318962003-08-13T22:01:00.000-05:002003-08-13T22:08:05.190-05:00my final resting place
well, i've been trying to make a new entry for a couple days, but this stupid computer just wouldn't let me. i really hate when i'm forced to use another person's computer. a computer is really a reflection of the owner. for instance, this computer has some crazy popup ads and norton keeps telling me someone reeeeealllly reeeealllllly wants some information from this caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1060457031875480492003-08-09T14:23:00.000-05:002003-08-09T14:33:39.173-05:00two for me, two for you
i had so many plans set up at the beginning of the summer. i even made a neat little schedule for all my time between the hours of 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. (should have known it would all be downhill from there). i was going to relearn how to play my flute. i was going to learn that whole "rhythm"-thing that my organ teacher never remembered to teach me. i was going to ride my caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1060365740450212442003-08-08T13:02:00.000-05:002003-08-08T13:19:29.290-05:00would ruffle my tailfeathers
sometime earlier today, about 12 hrs ago (bah, i've been awake far tooo long), i asked what someone would wear if i had a costume-dessert-party. that, my dear audience, was the catalyst, keep that in mind for the very end. now, i was not one to participate in senior-dress-up-day during high school. but, by no means, does that mean i am against costumes. i am just verycaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1060228410852588492003-08-06T22:53:00.000-05:002003-08-06T22:55:52.816-05:00it takes yahoo news to make us remember the special times in life
the fun-to-say-disease!. bovine spongiform encephalopathy. mmmmmm. that was my most favorite phrase during my senior year of high school (was upset to realize i hadn't said this phrase since then, and it reminded me of my post earlier today. i dont think i forgot it though, just hadn't come up lately.). brings back fond memories caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1060166049787964532003-08-06T05:34:00.000-05:002003-08-06T05:56:17.320-05:00lazy clouds
for about three whole days this summer i was on a normal sleep-schedule. i would wake up at 7-ish a.m. and go to sleep at ... i would like to say a normal hour like 11 p.m., but it turned out that i feel asleep around 6/7ish p.m. all those days. other than those three days i've been on the asleep at 5a.m., awake at 5 p.m. schedule. there are some downsides to this. everyone else is caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1059898046169110032003-08-03T03:07:00.000-05:002003-08-03T03:11:52.270-05:00dont get me wrong, i like showers just as much as the next guy...
falsity, falsity falsity!!! i really am against getting clean. it isn't because i dont like "getting clean." but that is one of the problems i have with it. the whole notion of taking a shower to get "clean." guess what! i dont get dirty. i dont roll around in the mud like a pig. i dont sweat either. i avoid all activities that caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1059875855857226282003-08-02T20:57:00.000-05:002003-08-02T21:00:28.090-05:00one clarissa to bind them all
i just found out that melissa joan hart has fish. fish! celebrities shouldn't own fish! they can afford monkeys and white tigers and stuffffff. fish!!! fish are neither exotic nor pettable, either of which i require. sabrina had a cat. i've never had a cat, mommy always claimed i was allergic (i'm not by the way...). clarissa always had fergusson. i really wouldn't caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1059796527039851812003-08-01T22:55:00.000-05:002003-08-01T23:19:29.266-05:00bad blog, bad!
the first day i decided to do a weblog, i searched all of mit. i found a neat little paper someone had done (mit is really just a bunch of antisocial people justifying the crazy stuff we do by writing papers and theses on it). this particular paper was on the social implications of blogs. it said blogs were actually a healthy way to meet people. didn't put as much pressure on the caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1059719426742355912003-08-01T01:30:00.000-05:002003-08-01T02:11:33.590-05:00this one is dedicated to the ascians
it always starts with a word. a word i kinda know, but not well enough to press the send button without first consulting with dictionary.com. yesterday it was ascii. i had decided to do an entry on it during the way home. that was before walsh alerted me to the comment-thing. but now, i seems even more fitting :) for those ascians need something to do on caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1059560027620580332003-07-30T05:13:00.000-05:002003-07-30T06:01:27.600-05:00artificial insemination between friends
alyssa once referred to me as "the most socially inept person [she] has ever met." (from the title and that line, you have absolutely no clue where the rest of this entry is going, but hang in there for a while...) this is very true, and just in case you were wondering, i have ALWAYS been like that. in the 4th grade, i was much more concerned with winning caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1059429392432823872003-07-28T16:56:00.000-05:002003-07-28T16:58:53.706-05:00an ostrich would have been much better...
i haven't had a strange casey dream for a while. it is probably due to my crazy bed annoying me to the point of never successfully making it to r.e.m. sleep. sounds like an episode of star trek! except the crew of the enterprise did not sleep on beds 2.5 ft off the ground with mattresses that are inexplicably caving in near the middle, on a hill, with caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1059336926134693572003-07-27T15:15:00.000-05:002003-07-27T15:23:22.870-05:00it isn't that i don't like cheerleaders...
don't ask me how, but i ended up at the rams (the nfl football team) cheerleaders page. you can click on each cheerleader and find out their favorite vacation spot, restaurant, color. it is great stuff... but if you scroll to the very bottom, each one lists her favorite book. :) (that is supposed to be the evil smirk that warns you about what is to come)caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1059266855590682082003-07-26T19:47:00.000-05:002003-07-26T19:56:07.933-05:00books i'll never write
i consider myself a creative being at heart. ideas are constantly rushing into my head. designs for fountains, a plush palace, my daughter's room. my most beautiful image is that of a greek wine pourer. i sketched her in the 12th grade when i was doing all those transparencies for dascoli. i have considered putting her image on so many things. initially it was a shirt. i caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1059176718423780622003-07-25T18:45:00.000-05:002003-07-25T19:53:02.966-05:00a wonderful thing called displacement
many people have impliiiiiiiiied that i am "insane." we have seen two instances of that right here. after having the first real 20 minute conversation with my advisor on registration day last semester, he implied the same thing, "have you ever thought about seeing anyone about this?" he meant my anxiety (over not driving). now, i am an extremely anxious and caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1058910193482366942003-07-22T16:43:00.000-05:002003-07-22T16:45:50.893-05:00new uses for superglue
my daddy is a private detective and some of my fondest memories involve going on stakeouts with him. i got to go into the 7-11 or store 24 and pick out thousands of sugary things so i wouldn't get hungry if we had to stay there all day. technically, i could go to one of those places today and do the same thing, but it wouldn't be the same. all of this fostered my love of caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1058905731827275902003-07-22T15:28:00.000-05:002003-07-22T16:46:03.923-05:00buzzzzzzzzzzzzz
this entry is not about bees. an entry about bees would be cute. i dont know very much about them though, except that they make honey and honey vanilla icecream at tosci's is yummy. also, one of my teachers lists beekeeping as a hobby on his resume.
anyway, i looked up beekeeping at dictionary.com and found this word: apiarist. 1.i bet even josh doesnt know that word. 2. it caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1058771339480028112003-07-21T02:08:00.000-05:002003-07-22T16:46:16.910-05:00recognize, selfish, learned
what are words that interest casey? that is correct. recognize, whenever i see or type this i have to say re-cog-nize. the word is almost beautiful when you think about the meaning that way. selfish, never thought about it until tonight, when i was talking to alyssa and typed it. but it looks like one of the words that i make up on a daily basis (without a hyphen). caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1058767727629358852003-07-21T01:08:00.000-05:002003-07-22T16:46:33.960-05:00the number one cause of injury at legal sea foods
maybe you're thinking that the number one cause of injury at legal sea foods is some random person who breaks your ribs while trying to give you the heimlich maneuver when you are choking on a fish bone or the chowder that scalds your tongue because it is too hot. you would be wrong...
a couple months ago, my dinner-mate was sitting at the table, caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-10586445895050702003-07-19T14:56:00.000-05:002003-07-19T14:57:07.310-05:00yay, sea monsters!
proof that i do, in fact, sometimes read: http://channels.netscape.com/ns/news/package.jsp?&name=news/fish/creepy. i will be available later for quizzing if you dont believe me :)
caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1058640554487592002003-07-19T13:49:00.000-05:002003-07-19T13:56:09.013-05:00 the many varieties of casey
the casey-planner, casey-saver, casey-mommy
above all things, i am a planner. this does not mean that i have put away for my retirement in 40 years. that would be far too concrete, as i am also a procrastinator. i think my procrastination and planning go hand in hand. i am able to shirk responsibilities while the planning is taking place and i dont feel as bad about caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-1058593122867272602003-07-19T00:38:00.000-05:002003-07-19T01:09:32.013-05:00a classic casey-dream:
an orangutang, octopus-pie, and amoroso
yesterday, sometime between the hours of 1:30 p.m. and 4:30 p.m., my mind was busy tossing together all kinds of random images. it all started out with my miniature pet orangutang. he would go in the house when i told him and let me carry him around. but i didn't quite know what to feed him. so i bought those little hostess mini-piescaseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593082.post-105858557477404892003-07-18T22:32:00.000-05:002003-07-18T22:34:57.266-05:00 we all scream for icecream
there are a couple reasons i'm not on my no-carb diet right now:
1. i have major cravings for papa gino's cheese breadsticks. these are basically pizza, without the gravy. you will learn that i am not really a fan of gravy, since people usually put onions in it and i hate onions. i usually overlook this in the case of pizza. but, if i can get pizza without it, i caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06628951911132114400noreply@blogger.com