Well, with the big AF vs. Navy football game coming up, everybody's been bashing seamen.  Here's a bit of wisdom that I received this week.  Enjoy-

Hey guys, just thought that I would send out a few facts about the evil thing that keeps the navy afloat… Water:

41 VERY TRUE Facts about water.

SINK NAVY

1.   It tastes bad.

2.   It gets everything wet.

3.   It ruins things that rely on electricity.

4.   Why not just drink Gatorade or something that actually tastes good.

5.   There are billions of micro-organisms that live in each drop of water. TRILLIONS EVEN. I dont know about you, but i dont want to drink that.

6.   You can drown in it. Last year 2 billion Australlians died in water related accidents. Keep in mind these are Aussies, the toughest people on the earth. Besides lumberjacks.

7.   How many times have you been walking in some store, and some jackass just finished rubbing that death liquid on the floor, just so you can slip and die. Water is evil.

8.   Monsters live in water. (ex. Lochness Monster)

9.   Water is a greedy. It hogs 71% of the earth.

10.                     Terrorists drink water. You dont want to support the terrorists, DO YOU????

11.                     Water, in its solid form, can be used to stab somebody.

12.                     Unless you have a snowboard, an avalanche will kill you.

13.                     The only reason people drink water is because its trendy, its the cool thing to do.

14.                     Water is in pee. Do you really want to drink pee? I think not.

15.                     Water lets evil animals live, such as grizzly bears. Salmon live in water, and grizzly bears eat salmon, therefore, water keeps grizzly bears alive.

16.                     Water is responsible for every death. Ever.

17.                     Water has special chemicals in it to brainwash people into thinking water is good.

18.                     Why do you think you take craps in water? I know, because it SUCKS.

19.                     Why do you think cats hate water? Oh you dont know? I'll tell you why, its because they are highly evolved mammals from the future, and they travelled back in time to warn us about water, however they dont know how to speak, because they are only cats. So they do the best they can by running away from it. Could you people be any more naive?? These cats are warning us, but you continue to drink water.

20.                     Water is the leading cause of floods.

21.                     Waters boiling point is exactly 100 degrees Celsius, and its freezing point is exactly 0 degrees celcius. A mere coincidence? I think not. Water obviously has a mind of its own if it is going to pick values so exact.

22.                     Water helps get rid of the innocent bacteria that live places. What did they do? They dont deserve death for simply living.

23.                     Ocean water is slowly creeping up on land. Every thousand years, the ocean rises an average of 3 feet. that maybe not seem like much, but after 8 billion years, that’s 1 million feet!!! That’s pretty damn scary if you ask me.

24.                     Forest fires, which are naturally occurring, are put out by water. WATER GOES AGAINST NATURE!! Yet you people continue to consume this evil "beverage."

25.                     Water is bad.

26.                     Water causes iron to rust.

27.                     Monsoons, tsunamis, hurricanes, serial killers, all are caused by, yep, you guessed it. Water.

28.                     This one time, a puppy drowned in water. How can you possibly support something that kills puppies?

29.                     Hippos live in water. They kill so many humans it’s not able to be comprehendible. By anybody. That’s right its not. 85% of all humans are killed by hippos at some point in their life.  

30.                     Whales hate the water, they are always trying to escape, but we call them "beached" and throw them back in. I think whales would know more about water than we would, they live in it and their brains are 800 times the size of ours.

31.                     Why do you think dolphins are always jumping out of the water? I know, because it SUCKS.

32.                     If you get water really really hot, it will burn you.

33.                     If you reverse the letters in W-A-T-E-R, you get R-E-T-A-W. Now if you change the R to a W, you get W-E-T-A-W. Now if you take off the last two letters, you get W-E-T.

34.                     Just about every single evil person in the history of the world drank water.

35.                     Jesus knew what he was doing. He hated water, so he turned it into wine. I think thats what I am gonna do from now on. It's probably not that hard, and then when everybody is all drunk off the home made wine, I'll tell them why water is so bad. And then I will lead them all into a bloody revolution where we overthrow the government and create a water-free government. And then they will sober up and realize that they had just killed a bunch of people. And then I will have those filthy murderers arrested. I hate murderers.

36.                     "Water? That stuff doesn't let you breathe!" - Taco Bell Donna

37.                     Water Shmwater.

38.                     Two words: Waterworld.

39.                     Water has a density of exactly 1. I think thats pretty messed up.

40.                     Once again, Jesus comes through. Instead of walking around a river or lake, he tramples the water and stays afloat.

41.                     To say water in French, you would say toilette. This one isn't so much about water, but more about how much France sucks.

One nifty thing about the service academies is that you can do an exchange program from one to the other for a semester.  The exchange cadets that we have from navy decided to run a little spirit mission to paint one of the jets we have on the terazzo blue.  I've attached some nifty pictures because it was a pretty good spirit mission.  There's also a few pictures of a navy guy gettin AF shaved into his hair because we can run spirit missions too. 

From July 1st through August 7th, I will be in basic training at the Air Force Academy.  During this time I will not have access to a computer so my site will not be updated during that time.  I will not have access to a phone either so my only available form of communication will be through letters.  If any of you want to contact me and I haven't already told you how you can, email me and I'll give you my mailing address.

There is also a website that will have pictures from the first day and basic training here.  If you go to this website, there will be a link on the right hand side for the class of 2009 (that's me) and after clicking on that, I don't know what you should do.  However, if you manage to find a large database of pictures you should be able to spot me because I'll be wearing my bright green 80's shirt (pictured below).  I've heard that it's a good idea to wear something that will make it easy for people you know to spot you so I figured the 80's shirt would accomplish that.

Since this will probably be my last entry until after I finish basic training, I'd just like to say that I hope you enjoy the site.  If you're new, you can find some entertainment in the archives.

Ok, I've typed up three entries so far.  They all sucked so I deleted them and I'm hoping that this one doesn't end up the same way.  I started talking about how it sucks to be bad with names.  I even had a story about a chick I knew for 3 years without remembering her name.  I moved on to physics in my next entry and how I notice it all the time, but that was boring.  Now I'm not sure what I'll write but I'm damn sure that I'll write it anyway.

I'll start out with some quotes from a few friends of mine.  Some background info may be necessary to understand these, and I will provide it because frankly, I can't think of anything else to write.

First off is a quote from Rico.  He said this while we were at IHOP on Thursday night after bowling.  When we were at IHOP (also commonly known as "the hop"), Lindsey was eating something.  What you need to know is that Lindsey eats as though she was a porn star giving her food head.  With an ice-cream cone she will fellate the damn thing as it melts sensually in her eager mouth.  She was doing this to some biscuits and gravy or something when Rico said:
"Holy crap Lindsey, you would give celibate Jesus a hard-on."  I think this describes the whorishness of her eating habits fairly accurately.

The second Rico quote or Riquote as I like to call them, probably referred to some sort of hilarious conversation, but I can't remember what it was.
"Black people haven't mastered flying.  That's why there's shoes on the phone lines."

I guess at this point I should add that nobody I hang out with is racist.  We just tend to joke about race a lot since our group is so diverse.  Seriously, all we need is an asian person and every ethnicity would be represented.  One chick in our group (Meaghan) is black, so we give her crap about affirmative action, kool-aid, fried chicken, and stealing.  If this becomes habitual, when some folks from our group go off to college and different groups of people, they will seem like flaming racists.  Amid jokes about how black people only count as 3/5 of a person, Meaghan uses being black as an excuse for everything from being late to doing something stupid or as a means to evade answering questions.  Hilarity ensues as a result.

Ok, now that I have been distracted for an entire paragraph, I will continue with one more funny quote.  This is from Rico's sister Daniella.  While we were up late on the camping trip, we got to talking about a lot of stuff.  Since we are all teenagers, one topic which inevitably came up was sex.  As the conversation led to STD's somehow, she said
"If a guy has a big cock, and he gets an STD, that's a waste of a perfectly good penis."

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

Check out the "how much is inside?" series on cockeyed.com.  I also like some of the "awesome creations" but there is also a lot of other fun stuff to play around with.  It's pretty much just a neat site to surf around on when you're bored.

So the other day was my last day at work.  It was kinda nice.  I started out driving the shop truck and mowing down weeds with the massive mower of death like normal.  Mowing has its ups and downs, on the plus side, you don't have to stand around waiting for anybody else before you can do your job, it's pretty easy and requires minimal focus, it involves an internal combustion engine, and it involves destruction.  Yay.  The downside of mowing is that everything you cut down goes flying, and much of it ends up in your face.  This is quite painful at times because the mower strings also throw out pebbles, twigs, and shards of broken glass that you run over.  Oh well, I wanted to build up my pain tolerance anyway.

After mowing for a while, I got to do a piggyback.  This is when you nail a bunch of 2x4's into the floor of a semi trailer to hold a shipment of brick in place.  It's loud and hot, but you get to hammer so I like doing it.  It also gave me an opportunity to talk with one of the guys who works there that I usually don't work with.  This was nice.

After that I got to work pruning some trees.  Since there isn't a ladder there, I got to climb in the trees like a little kid, or maybe a little monkey, you decide.  Something about grabbing on to branches and pulling yourself up with the leaves seems envigorating.  I felt kinda adventurous climbing with a saw thrown over one shoulder.  Then while in the tree, I got to cut anything that I thought was dead.  It was also nice because even if I stopped for a little while, it looked like I was still working because hey, who's gonna question the work ethic of a guy in a tree?  I ended up cutting enough branches out of the trees to fill up the shop truck.

After doing this for a while, they needed me to do another piggy back.  When I finished with that, they didn't want me to go back in the tree because they were afraid I'd get hurt so they sent me to cut some little trees down that were in the way.  By the time I was done with that, it was about 2:30.  With only an hour left and my boss nowhere to be found, I figured I would just try to stay out of everyone's way, so I went to a secluded area behind a bunch of stacks of brick.  I just sat here looking at the pigeons and eating sunflower seeds while I thought about my 2 weeks at the brick yard.  I punched out at 3:30, said goodbye to a few people I doubt I'll ever see again in my life, and went home.

I guess it's a good thing that I stopped working there when I did because my work pants had died on me.  Not only were they too dirty to ever come clean, they were threadbare, and I found a few new holes that were quite sizable.  In the pictures of them you can see some of my patchwork to try to hold them together, as well as the hole in one side big enough to fith my leg through, and the hole in the back big enough for a hand.

I wrote this during my junior year in high school.  I'm not very creative so I based everything heavily on me and Stephen King's stuff.  I know it's crappy but I figured I would put it on my site because I don't have any other use for it.  Enjoy.

            Whenever I need to think, I go to the roof.  My room has a window that goes straight out onto the roof, so I can go out there and think whenever I want to.  There is plenty of fresh air.  It’s quiet.  It’s even away from all of the hustle and bustle of everyday life.  It’s a wonderfully relaxing place.  I go out there to clear my head from a long day, or when I can’t sleep at night.  On a couple of occasions I even go out on the roof to watch the entire neighborhood wake up.  It would probably worry my parents to know that I go out there so often, but luckily they don’t know.  Now I’m thinking I should tell them.

            Two weeks ago, I was having trouble sleeping, so I went out on my roof like I often do.  It was 2:15 am.  I sat, feeling the warm breeze on my neck, and letting all of my teenage worries drift into space.  When I looked back into my room, I saw the clock: 5:27.  Down the block, another anonymous white sport utility vehicle pulled out of a driveway and rode lazily away for work.  Midterm exams started today, and I knew that I should still try to get that one last hour of sleep.  For a split second, my vision went black as I stood up too fast, and I felt a chill run down my spine.  As I headed back into my room, a tremendous force threw me to my back, about a foot from the gutter.  Something was crushing my ankles together with an inhuman strength. 

            The next thing that I remember is shaking frightfully back into consciousness on the front porch.  At first I had no idea what was going on, or where I was.  The next few seconds seemed like an eternity.  Everything floated back into my head, in a meticulously slow manner.  I remembered the crushing blow to my chest, and the inhuman squeeze around my ankles.  The smell of damp grass drifted into my nose.  Then a terribly twisted gray face stared into mine, and the vicious grasp on my ankles suddenly moved to my neck.  The strange creature squatting on my chest looked like nothing I had ever seen before.  All that I could recognize was the look in its eyes: a strange loathing emptiness.

            With all of my strength, I twisted my body as my arms clutched for the shriveled gray creature on my torso.  I was up on my feet before I even understood what I was doing.  My body seemed to be acting purely on instinct and adrenaline.  As I turned, and my legs pumped against the concrete, I felt the creature’s hunger.  My mind finally began analyzing the situation and trying to decide what to do next, while my body flew down the road on autopilot.  The thing was getting closer, and I knew it.  Somehow, its consciousness had become a small part of mine.  I think that I knew it was going to leap for my back before it did.

            It flew over my shoulders as I clumsily dove under the pickup truck nearby.  Its disproportionately massive claws scraped across the pavement when it landed, but I didn’t wait for it to turn back toward me.  I rolled under the truck across to the driver side, and grabbed clumsily for the latch as I stood up.  The back of the truck sagged when it ripped into one of the rear tires with its yellowed teeth.  I dove into the cab when the door opened and reached instinctively under the seat.  The feeling of cold metal never felt so invigorating.  Part of my mind, the part that the thing had somehow bonded with, told me to smash a window with the tire-iron.  Luckily, I caught myself and slammed the door shut instead.

            It splattered its rotting self across the windshield as I fumbled for the spare key.  The sound of the squeaky starter belt was sweeter than any music I had ever heard before. The grinding in the transmission as I shifted roughly into reverse was deafeningly pleasant.  Even the power from the massive engine as I slammed my foot down on the accelerator was not pounding as loud as my heart.  The newly flattened tire in the back was very noticeable, as I moved away from my home with my open window still in sight.  I turned sharply, trying to throw the little beast from the hood, and the truck tipped precariously on one good tire and one that was torn to shreds. As I hit the curb, a resounding bang told me that I had blown out the other tire.  For a split second, I thought about how much money it would cost to repair or replace the chrome wheels.

            The creature finally slid off the hood and out of sight as the truck rolled over into the driveway that had held the white SUV just moments ago.  The roof caved in and the windows shattered as the truck came to rest upside down.  I began to crawl crazily through the place where the windshield had been.  I stood in front of the crumpled remains of the truck and assessed the damages.  I never even thought to look around for the creature that had thrown me from my roof and chased me through the street.  The paperboy rounded the corner, and an expression of surprise and terror crossed his face.  What a sight I must have been: a bruised and bleeding 17 year-old beside an upside down truck with the wheels still turning.  He began to come toward me when I saw the gray blur shooting toward him.

            Newspapers flew everywhere as it slammed into him from the side.  He was thrown eight feet from his bike and stopped moving.  The thing started toward him when I remembered the tire-iron in my hand.  I threw it with all my strength at where I thought it would go.  Perhaps our mental connection helped me to gauge where it was headed, and it was a direct hit.  A clear gel sprayed from its middle as it the makeshift weapon made contact.  It whipped around with frightening agility and nearly bit into my chest, but I turned and it ripped into my arm instead.  Its saliva burned in my new gash as it hit the wreck.

            I could tell that its strength was running low, as was mine, as it made another jump toward me.  This time I kicked out with surprising power and I felt its pain as my foot smashed into its body.  Suddenly, I was aware that its presence was gone from my mind.  It’s tiny mangled body rolled to a stop in a nearby grassy lawn.  I ran toward the paperboy, but not to check his breathing.  I grabbed the tire-iron beside him.  I nervously approached the creature that had attacked me, and drove the tire-iron down repeatedly into the gray fleshy mass.  Moments later someone pulled me back, and tried to ensure me that everything would be all right.

            Slowly, my pulse and my breathing came back to normal.  My mind cleared, and I realized how exhausted I was.  I looked up to see the entire neighborhood gathered around in wonder.  The paperboy had even gotten up.

“What was that thing?” he asked.

I tried to reply, but I couldn’t find the words.  I couldn’t find any words at all.  I sat in silence for a few minutes.  The crowd began to murmur, and a few bolder people even examined the creature’s body.  When I finally regained the ability to talk, all I could think do was to ask the time.

Mr. Johnson walked up to me, ignoring my question, and began to speak.  His watch said 5: 34, and that was all I was interested in.

            “You know, you’re a hero now son.” said Mr. Johnson as he knelt beside me.

            “If this is what it’s like to be a hero,” I replied, “I’d rather just stay in high school.”

Last night I went to see Madagascar.  It was definately an enjoyable movie because it has plenty of content in it that is intended for older viewers.  It's really a lot of little things like a zebra screaming OH Sugar Honey Iced Tea, which subtly spells shit.  There's also the time that the 'P' falls off of a 'help' sign to spell 'hell' momentarily at a very fitting moment.  The same kinda stuff can be found in both Shrek movies and when one watches Robots a little thinking reveals a kinda dark message about socio-economic class in American society today.  Funny how watching cartoons as an older person can make them seem entirely different than they would seem to a kid.

At work I get very dirty.  In fact, I have designated work pants that are already covered in tar.  At first I thought: "how am I going to wash these?" because they can't go in our washing machine and I'm too lazy to do them by hand.  After a while I thought some more and came to the conclusion that washing my work pants in unnecessary.  Within an hour of starting to work, my pants have collected as much dirt as they can hold.  I spend the remaining 7.5 hours of the work day as filthy as I would have been had I not washed the pants at all anyway.  This is why I have decided that I will not bother to wash my work pants, and I will just throw the scrappy things away when I finish my job.  For some reason I felt the urge to post this on the internet.  I still don't know why.

Quote "Fuckin' chihuahua dog bitch."             -Jose    It was hilarious to hear him say this when someone took his seat in the truck.  Once again, I don't know why.

So today was definately an interesting day.  It more than made up for yesterday sucking.  Why does today rock? Well I will tell you.

I GOT AN APPOINTMENT TO THE AIR FORCE ACADEMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Those of you that know me already know that I've been applying to the Air Force Academy since my sophomore year.  You also probably know that I was planning on attending a military school in Roswell, New Mexico.  Today when I got back from my first day at work, I found a package from the Air Force Academy saying I can skip the prep school and go straight in on June 30.  The really funny thing is that on my second day of work I'll have to tell them that I'm quitting because now, I don't need the money from the job, and I want to take some time off before school.  It's kinda sad though because I like my new job and my new boss.  Today also rocks because I figured out what to do about my problematic car stereo situation.  Nothing too interesting, I just decided not to go with an amp and subs for now.

Travis is a swell guy.  He is smart.  His smartliness is based on firm logic.  Travis's logic is so firm that you can almost stroke it.  When menial peons attempt to argue with Travis, he uses his massive throbbing logical smartliness to crush them.  Travis has also helped to reveal to me the exhilerating power of forceful adjectives.  A powerful descriptor can force even the baldest of 68 year old men to become hispidulous with excitement.  Travis's passionate...uh...passion for words intertwines with his engorged smartliness to create an awesome vocabulary of good words.

When I have the honor of speaking with the intellectually stunning Travis I realize that he is one of the few that can put my philosophical musings to shame with his mental superiority.  Travis did not appreciate the old saying that "immitation is the highest form of flattery" and apparently me immitating his every mannerism is not flattering enough.  He told me that praise or worship is the highest form of flattery.  Since I already worship a non-Travis deity, I decided that simple praise would have to suit him.

Travis probably did not believe me when I told him that I was going to make a blog entry praising him but alas, I have created it and it is a masterpiece.  Actually I probably did not believe myself when I told him that but alas, I have been convinced to do so by Travis' stiff knowingalotofstuffness.

Welcome to the best site in the world.  Actually, my space is probably going to be pretty crappy, or mediocre at best.  I'm setting this up because it's 4:00 in the morning and I couldn't sleep so I figured, "Hey Casey, why don't you set up a space of your own.  It'll be a great way to express yourself, it's free, and most importantly all your friends are doing it!"  Actually there wasn't much of an internal monologue at all.  I just kinda figured this might be a fun thing to do, and maybe it will make me popular.

That said, I feel like I should use my first entry to say some of the things that I set this site up for.  The problem is that I can never think of that stuff when I want to.