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Hi, hello, how are you?!? My name is Kasey. You can call me Kase. Most people do, as it's a nickname I've had all 26 years of my life. I'm a big fan of talking, especially with my hands and my face is pretty deceiving if I want to hide my feelings. I also am a fan of people...well, MOST people. And usually the opposite sex. It's always been that way. More on that in a moment's scroll down. My absolute favorite color is Tickle-Me-Pink and my older sister uses it as an adjective to describe me. (Pocket-sized and cute went out the door when I shot up to 5'8" at 19 from the previous 5'3".) There are others, but that one is my favorite. I have lots of nicknames. I shop at an alarming rate and definitely have a lot of clothing and accessories, but I just need more storage instead of needing to give it ALL away prior to popular belief. However, if I play a game of Hide and Seek, you can find me in the shoe closet probably trying on all the shoes I find! The past couple of years have sucked royally and I wouldn't wish them on my worst enemies...almost. But with pain comes beauty, as Yeat's said, and I believe that. God said it first, though. I am a HUGE fan of Jesus. This blog won't be about Him, but I am faithful to my God and I find that as an important part of whom I have become. Three things in my life that also add to a big part of my make-up are dance and music and the stage. And I don't mean club dancing or just singing in the car or enjoy concerts. I mean, I've danced for 19 years with training in almost every style but en pointe and clogging, although I know a little clogging from a random choreographer I worked with once. En pointe is difficult in and of itself without injuries to cause road blocks, and mine happen to be in my ankles and hips. Maybe one day I'll reach farther than Demi Ballet like Margot Fontayne, but right now, I'm happy to stand on the balls of my feet. I love to tap dance! It's exhilarating and so precise. I usually break into some while standing around, doing dishes in the kitchen or just because I can. Why not? I've trained in many other styles and I found my calling in 2004 to choreograph and teach dance as well. I've never felt more fulfilled, except when I'm in school. (My major is Public Relations and my Minor is in Theatre and I am still a Sophomore by hours, but college isn't going anywhere.) Music is like breathing. It brings a rhythm that the body can't find naturally. I don't go anywhere without my iPod fully charged. The stage is where I feel at home. In front of an audience and bringing some sort of emotion from me to them...there isn't anything like it. I don't want to be a famous actress with Tony's. Just someone who does what she loves no matter how big the scale. (NOT that I wouldn't go running if Bernadette Peters called and said to GO TO BROADWAY!) Anyhoo, I digress a tad. I'm a fan of the truth. I don't like to lie. No, wait, I can't lie. Remember when I said my face shows my feelings? Yeah, that makes it really difficult to lie. So I try not to do it otherwise it is incredibly embarrassing! I also hate being lied to. Biggest pet peeve. (Also one reason I like to hang out with guys...more on that...be patient!) It's happened a lot before I finally brightened that light bulb hanging over my head and saw what the signs were. I'm better at that now, but no expert.
I'm a fan of sports. Almost completely football. I do appreciate baseball and baseball players. But it's 90% football. It was predestined for me. You see, my daddy is a high school football coach. I was born during spring training and went to my first game all bundled up at 9 months old. My mommy is the quintessential football coach's wife, as well as the most creative person and font of history I've ever known. I might be biased, but I'd back my statement with my life. Loving football and pretty much being raised in a field house made me feel so much more comfortable around guys and they were always kind and honest with me when I was older. And gave me a load of attention! (I am a ham and I do not deny!) But I appreciate the sport so much and the work ethic it takes to play football. I can't catch a football for the life of me b/c of brothers who threw lots of balls over my head as a child and I'm still traumatized. I will tell you about the game if you ask me, though. And I take pure joy in yelling at the refs when a flag is down and the call is bad. When I was younger, I just cheered b/c that was what everyone else in the stands did. Now I'm the like the little girl on the sidelines in "Remember the Titans"! That reminds me...I'm loud. My laugh is loud, my voice is loud, my personality is probably loud, but not in a bad way. If I'm happy, I want everyone around me to feel a little of the euphoria I'm feeling. (REALLY big fan of The Golden Rule.) My hair isn't big though. I've never been one to hold down the hairspray and have at it, unless it was for a dance recital.
I'm the biggest fan of family. I have a big, Irish-American, Southern family and we are pretty thick. 3 brothers and 1 sister. Two of the brothers are technically cousins, but as my daddy is a twin and these are his sons, they were always at our house playing with my half-brother from my daddy's first marriage. My sister is 4 years older than me, but we could be twins if it weren't for a difference in height, hair color and nose. We speak our own language and can morph our voices to fool the other's friends on the phone. We are very different people, but she's my sister. I can't describe it any other way. My brothers are nuts and I love them for it. They were already teenagers when I was born, so I was the tag-a-long, but I didn't mind. I don't know if they feel the same way, but I do and in my perfect world, things are still as rosy as they were where we all grew up.
We moved to this location, the country, from the city, when I was exactly 6 1/2. It was so strange and almost a culture shock with the kids I went to school with. They had thicker Southern accents and had already made some pretty strong bonds from going to K-5 together. I managed to push myself in with different children and a lot of them in the neighborhood my family moved to. There is a veneer down here, though, that reeks of fake and after about the 5th grade, I struggled to fit in. I was on dance team, but admittedly kind of weird b/c I was trying to figure out who I was. I guess I started early b/c my family isn't young and we are all old souls, born with broken hearts. It's the Irish way. I threw myself into dancing and singing and church and tried to find a balance, but I never could quite reach it. That was until the head football coach came into the picture. He was a previous student of my daddy's a long time ago, but had loved him and took to my sister and myself. He would come get us out of class for help in the field house sometimes or to find out what was going on with the school my daddy coached in. I knew all the coaches and as long as the clothes were clean, I'd fold the players' laundry without complaining b/c I already did it with my daddy's team. No biggie. And I enjoyed the jokes, the break, the chance to get a coke without anyone getting me in trouble. (I didn't worry about my grades b/c I flew through my courses...except Science and eventually Math. Those two turned on me and haven't liked me since. I graduated high school with early acceptance to college and a 4.2 GPA, so why worry?) I was always teased mercilessly for being skinny, always sick, "weird" or out of the party loop and I couldn't find my footing to fight back and stand up for myself from the bullies or the awful teachers, so I transferred out my Senior year. The people that stuck by me were the football players and the wrestlers that I had known from programs the coaches asked me to work with or they were former players of daddy's. (Yep, I call him Daddy and I call my mom Mommy and that won't change, so get used to it!) They never judged me and I felt like I could tell them whatever I wanted and vice-versa. Things were easier with the boys. Even at church where people saw a different side of me, I did better with the boys or the older girls my sister knew.
Once I got to college, the majority of my friends were jocks/former jocks and that led me to being friends with guys in Fraternities. They were a hoot! Some of my best friends are those boys and I would do whatever I needed to for them. They are my brothers...my adopted family members. I'm still in a college mindset and I continue to make a lot of guy friends and keep them, discard the ones who were douche bags, and keep finding myself in the process. I DO have a handful of very very good girl friends that I've known all my life, I'm related to them, or I've known them since I was about 16. I treasure those girls with all my heart! You have to be able to gossip to somebody and a stereo-typical gay guy isn't always the answer. (Though I love my friends that are LGBT as well!) I have to keep my friendships about me b/c in dark days, you need to surround yourself with plenty of positive spinners. And on bright days you want to share the sun!
SO LET'S RECAP!
I've never been thought of as a princess b/c I can't stand the pedestal. I'm not proud to have weak moments with tears and drama and constant high-strung actions. I don't have a lot of those if I can help it. I don't like people to think of me as "normal" or "perfect" because there is no one definition of it that satisfies me. And if you want to talk about me, invite me into the conversation. It's rude to be such a punk or a bitch. That doesn't fly by me. I have a temper and it will get the worst of me if consistently provoked. My mommy says that's my Irish showing. I'm shameless and I'm delicate all at the same time and not one person has figured me out yet. I like that. It keeps people on their toes! Simply put, guys don't cause problems for me when it comes to friendships and they take my flaws with my adorable quirks. It's all I ask for. And they will sit on the front row of a theatrical production I'm in just because they know if I see them out there, I will freak out and possibly throw my lines or dance steps!
Here's to a wonderful relation-blog with you!
Always,
~Kase <3
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