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|  Confessions of the Blended Gene Pool
Let's be honest here. Genetics suck. Because sometimes your parents curse you with different traits that simply do not compliment each other. As the perfect 50/50 blend of mine, I can attest to this.
My mother is amazing. She's a fiery red-head with a solid work ethic and spirited personality. She passionately stands up for those who can't stand up for themselves and does it with joy and laughter.
My father is incredible. He's a humble servant with a logical mind and sweet disposition. The older I get the more I realize how wise he truly is and value his advice. He's incredibly insightful but understands lessons are learned best when discovered on your own.
Now we have me. I'm moderately impulsive (thanks Mom) but take forever to make decisions (check Dad). I'm socially driven (Mummy) but thrive off studious performance (Poppy). I always feel restless (good ol' Mother) but am considered organized and stable (there's Father).
It's no wonder every personality, IQ and stereotype test gives me a score of about... 50. (I'm such a genetic freak)
Lately I've been asked several times why I am no longer studying medicine. Here's the long and short of it. In summary, I'm my parents kid. So I was completely torn. On one hand I wanted the career, the challenge and the pride. On the other I wanted the family, the earlier graduation and freedom from that scary responsibility. I ultimately decided at 5 o'clock I could leave paperwork but not [sick] people. It is the less selfish decision I think.
So after 8 months of debate I am accounting/finance. *sigh* Deuce kids and may the force be with you.
Love always,
Casey
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| 138 Days Until My Birthday
I cannot wait to be 22.
No real reason other than to dodge the inevitable backlash that results from declaring yourself one year into your twenties. The typical- "Ooooh. You're 21, eh? Finally legal!" *wink wink nudge nudge*
If I am conversing with someone older than me this is generally followed by some nostalgic memory of their 21st year. If I'm talking to someone younger it is accompanied by pathetic jealous groans and a calculated countdown until their big birthday.
22 year olds don't get that. I've asked around.
Deuce kids and may the force be with you,
Love always,
Casey
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| Waterball = War
I got suckered into playing waterball.
Wow.
For those of you who know what waterball is feel free to skip the next paragraph as I try to describe the basics of this insanity.
7 players from each team are in a pool wearing those heinous caps with plastic ears. So for starters you look far from sexy. 3 girls reperesent each end (deep and shallow) and one poor, unfortunate soul (cruely nicknamed "rover") swims between the sides. The goal is simply to hold the ball on the opponents edge of the wall for a second. Simple right? Oh yeah. Did I mention that the other team can stop you however they want? This means pulling, scratching, nipple cripples, wedgies, drowning, and any kind of butch reflex they possess.
And they possess them all!
I hold no grudges against anybody from the other team. They were doing their job. Even though their "job" left me with 3 bruises, sore shoulders, shaking for an hour after, a scratch the length of my ACL scar, the loss of one contact and a partridge in a pear tree.
I will play again Thursday. Why you ask?!
Because waterball is the shiz. Deuce kids and may the force be with you!
Love always,
Casey
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| Happy Halloweenie!
Today I had a facebook revelation...
The first 150 facebook pictures of me I'm doing one of a few things...
-Wearing a costume where I'm dressed as either Harry Potter, a pissed off Kojie, an inebriated white trash ho, a gangsta, or Matt Tjietan.
- Crossing my eyes or making a fishy face.
- Acting mentally handicapped in Europe.
Yes I'm aware people stalk but who goes past 150 pictures?! Therefore it would take a ridiculous amount of clicking for someone to discover I'm actually not retarded but a relatively normal individual capable of smiling in a picture with a friend.
Part 2 of the revelation... is this why I'm single?
Deuce kids and may the force be with you!
Love always,
Casey
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|  R.I.P.
Bullet died. She was totalled in Austin, TX by a truck. Rude. Reason #183 I will never (again) date a truck guy. Now I'm in the process of searching for a suitable replacement. However, car shopping when your heart belongs to another scrap of metal is just plain depressing. It's the equivalent of getting a new St. Bernard the day after your Beethoven dies. It's just harsh. Currently I'm looking into 4 door luxury sedans. Anyone got an opinion? Of course you do. It's why we're friends! I'm gonna keep shopping... deuce kids and may the force be with you.
Love always,
Casey | | |
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