Thursday, December 03, 2009

moobies: a tale of chest and shoulder implants

are you kidding me?!?!

i can't even laugh at this, because i have this jaw-tingling feeling and acidy taste in my throat. this makes me want to projectile vom. oh my god, momma, please get him away from me. my body is shrinking into itself. why, god, why?

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

i bet

petey pablo wishes he could have done for north carolina what jay-z (feat. alicia keys) has done for new york.

in all actuality, i'm grateful to be living in new york whilst "empire state of mind" is BLOWING UP. really. it's like jay-z is holding my hand AND squeezing my heart whenever i hear that song. it's especially fun because now not only am i a white girl trying to rap along to a rap song, but i'm officially a white girl from north carolina trying to rap along to a rap song that is especially sentimental for new yorkers.

i know, i should have blogged about this about, oh say 3 months ago, but i already apologized for my blog absence.

also, in case you're wondering, yes i did just write "rap song" and "sentimental" in the same sentence. consider your mind blown.

my promise to you, peeps

i have been a shitballs bloggirl lately. i just made that up. bloggirl. it's not that original, and i'm sure someone else much wittier than i has thought of it.

sorry about my lack of blogs. i have been super busy and/or lazy (depending on which day it is), and therefore have neglected little casey in the city like a puppy at the pound.

but guess what! it's nearing the holidays, and there's never a better time to adopt a puppy from the pound than the holidays. so i'm gonna kick this thing back into gear and blog my little heart out.


Monday, August 17, 2009

i want to ride my bicycle, i want to ride my bike

i've been wanting a bike for a while now. i actually had a bike named mt. fury (because that's what wal-mart branded her) that i bought my sophomore year of college, rode around on hardcore that year, and then put away in a storage space up until recently.

not long after i moved to the city, i realized that i really wanted a bike again. so i started hunting - online, on craigslist, bike shop windows.

then i found a perfect bike on craigslist on a monday a few weeks ago, and arranged to come look at it the following saturday. i was really excited about it, so i told my friends and bosses about it at work, and even showed them the picture. basically i got my hopes way, way up.

then that wednesday, the owner emailed me saying that someone had already bought the bike, and that she was really sorry. i'd been scouring craiglist and knew that there wasn't anything else that i was interested in, but i decided i could just wait until i found another.

i had plans that night to eat dinner with evie, her mom, dad, brother, and our friends in brooklyn, so i had to make sure to leave work right at 6. around 5:15 my bosses mentioned that they had to do something before the day was over, and asked if i had plans right after work. i told them i did, and i didn't know if i could run the errand unless it was on the way.

then my bosses said, "you're having dinner with your friends, if you can be 15 minutes late that would be great. this errand is on the way to brooklyn so it shouldn't be too bad." so i told them it was no problem.

that's when handed me an envelope and told me, "great! because we need you to go pick up your bike. we bought it for you!"


"we bought your bike for you as a thank-you for last week*, so you need to go pick it up!"

i literally stood in place with my mouth open in a dumbfounded grin for a couple of minutes. i didn't know what to say, so just kept saying "thank you."

i think i may add a subsection to my blog specifically for bike stories. for example, when i bought a 36" glass shelf from the container store last week and had to figure out how to ride it home on my bike. or how i'm really scared that i'm going to get "doored" - when a driver or passenger opens their car door just as i'm riding by.

stay tuned.

*we had a few crazier-than-normal days the week prior.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

an evening with judd apatow

i went to this last night. all i can say is that judd apatow is hilarious, incredibly humble, and has remained relateable despite his success. he told some great stories, my favorite involving judd at 12 years old, driving by steve martin's house until he saw him and asked for an autograph. when he politely refused to sign an autograph "at his own house," judd went home and wrote him a letter basically saying that he was amazing, but that he treats his fans like shit, and he wouldn't live in such a nice house and have such a nice career if he didn't have fans. 6 months later, judd received 2 books of short stories written by martin, and a handwritten note apologizing for not having signed the autograph because he hadn't realized he was talking to THE judd apatow.

apatow was joined by his wife, leslie mann, and the q&a was a great introduction to funny people.

a write-up from today

Thursday, July 09, 2009

do you belong in new york?

my results for this quiz:

Score: 75

Only until you age out.

Sorry to say it, but you're a temporary New Yorker. Sure, this city is awesome for running around and enjoying your youth, but you came here to work and play hard and plan on jetting at the first signs of crow's feet or when your parents stop financing that party lifestyle of yours. Plus, if you ever decide to settle down and have kids, there's no way you're bringing them up in a studio. Click here for suggestions about how to really enjoy NYC.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

new digs

this post is a few weeks past due, but here it is anyway, in all of its late glory.

we have an apartment! in the city!

right now i live with evie, my best friend from CO. i met her when we both studied abroad in coleraine, northern ireland almost 3 years ago. we met the first night i was there, jet-lagged and hungry, eating the only thing that was available to me - my flatmates' mcvities digestive cookies. funny because evie and i grew quite fond of those cookies. (sometimes happiness can be measured in lbs). anyway, evie and i hit it off right away - we danced with boys in the way that we were really only dancing with ourselves, went on jogs during which we could kick poles, and chased hares (cause they were too big to be bunnies) through the woods. we were inseperable for 3 months, and talked about how cool it would be if we lived together somewhere else down the road.

la la la la la, here we are. we did it. we live together in brooklyn in a place we found on craigslist, down the street from good friends, and one train ride away from both of our places of work. we live across from an elementary school and have trees on our block. granted, not too far from us is a store that claims to be a candy store, but we're pretty sure is a drug/gambling/sex slavery front, but ah well.

then we found ourselves looking for a new place. not because we don't love brooklyn - evie would probably stay if it weren't for other factors - but because circumstances arose, friends planned on moving away, other friends planned on moving up, etc. i'm here indefinitely, as is another friend of ours, and i wanted to establish a long-short-term home for myself in the city (if doable). a good friend of mine from UNC, caroline, got a full-ride (high-five!) to nyu and things fell into the right places for us.

blah blah blah - we (me, evie, caroline, our friend amy, and our neighbor laura) have a new apartment. it's cute, has all the amenities we want, and it's affordable, at least by our nyc standards. speaking of nyc standards - they're INSANE. IN. SANE. if my north carolina-livin' self were to sit down with my nyc-livin' self and have a conversation, nc casey would kick ny casey in the non-existant ballsack. however, like i said, this place is going to be affordable for us, especially in the beginning when we're sharing rooms and splitting rent.

anyway, move-in date is august 1st, so the clock is a'tickin'. to commemorate this news, i give you this cute article from time out new york: the top 10 nyc apartments on tv.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

total eclipse of the heart: literal video version

the high line

the high line is a park built atop an old elevated railway. it's located in the meatpacking district (where i work), and looks really cool. definitely going to check it out.

my first love

Friday, June 05, 2009

ways to get fired

a friend of mine is trying to think of creative ways to get fired. i think, at the ripe old age of 23, he's realized he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in a cubicle. his ideas thus far:

1. tailgate in your cube
- the smell of hamburgers and hotdogs in the office
- an ice chest
- the smell of sunscreen
- beers

2. slowly becoming more and more goth
- paint one fingernail black each day
- start subbing out polo shirts for dark clothes
- wear a black trench coat over a bright polo everyday

... more to come later.

my heart is aflutter

i honestly cannot wait until this movie comes out. it looks so sweet and sappy, but not overly-so (at least for my taste). sort of a juno meets happier version of eternal sunshine of the spotless mind? maybe? don't know. we'll see.

cnn review


i think ryan seacrest is going to take over the next crop of chuck norris jokes, because honestly, does he ever sleep? how many jobs does he have? i don't particularly like him*, but good god, man, he is all over the place.

*i admit his cameo in knocked up was pretty amazing.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

keeping up with the clineses

a while ago, my dad started keeping a running list of all the movies he and my mom watched. then, after ringing in 2K9, my brother decided to follow suit.

for some reason, it's taken me this long to think, "hey, i want to do that, too!" but alas. starting in june may not be the same as starting in january, but it's something.

when i pointed out my new goal to keep track of all of the films that i watch, evie said she thought it to be depressing, like when you look back at your cell phone call history and realize that you've spent approximately 2 days and 16 hours on the phone.

i think it'll be fun. my family loves movies. my dad's job revolves around it. ain't no shame in the cline family when it comes to watching movies. it's what we do. we might as well keep a running list.

which reminds me, i also love lists. but that's another story.

believe it, babies

will ferrell sunscreen

Friday, May 29, 2009

wham bam thank you ma'am (jam)

last night i made more batches of jam. blueberry-banana, and raspberry. i even rinsed out and sterilized jars to put them in. evie and i went over to laura and delia's apartment so that i can could make my jam while we watched the national spelling bee. nothing screams 20-somethings living it up in the N-Y-C like homemade jam and a spelling bee. luckily, i didn't run into any crazy drugs or get pregged up amongst all the mayhem that went down last night.

anyway, we made saltine, peanut butter, & jam sandwiches, and this morning my boss, alana, brought in muffins for us to try with my jams. everyone seems to like them, and my next goal is to learn how to properly seal lids so that i can buy mason jars and make huge batches of jam to store and give as gifts, just like your next-door neighbor betty-lou used to.

if the rent wasn't something like $5,000/month, i might just open up my own jam store in the city, where i'd give my products so-cute-you-wanna-punch-somebody names like "whoa, blackberry jam-a-lam."

Thursday, May 28, 2009

pump up the jam

so i made homemade strawberry jam last night. the recipe was so simple, and the results so good, my mind was blown. i've vowed to start making my own jams. i'm going to experiement with blueberry, blackberry, raspberry, etc. hello summer farmers' markets! i even promised myself that if i ever have kids, i'll spend sunday afternoons making a week's worth of jam with them. how very cutesy homemaker of me.

note to self: the next time i'm home, go to patterson's farms and stock up on berries of all kinds. also, buy mason jars.

on another note, i much prefer calling jam jelly, but i suppose since there are chunks of berries in it, i can't really do that.

update: just found this online:
  • in jelly, the fruit comes in the form of fruit juice.
  • in jam, the fruit comes in the form of fruit pulp or crushed fruit (and is less stiff than jelly as a result).
  • in preserves, the fruit comes in the form of chunks in a syrup or a jam.

Friday, May 22, 2009

what state has the best bbq?


they fail to mention hendrix bbq in salisbury, nc. home to the best cheese grits known to me.

Monday, May 11, 2009

snuggie sightings

snuggie pub crawls? yes, please!

i'm a big fan of the obscurity and awesomeness that is the snuggie. and i'm not partial to just the snuggie; i'm also a fan of the slanket. and apparently, so is my idol tina fey. good to know.

"lemon, isn’t there a slanket somewhere you should be filling with your farts?"

postcards from yo momma

postcards from yo momma

check out the highest rated cards

the lonely island

i love the lonely island. comprised of andy samberg and his two childhood friends, akiva schaffer and jorma taccone, the lonely island is the moniker they gave themselves years ago when the trio was living together in LA. the lonely island is what they were before andy became a cast member on SNL, and jorma and akiva became writers for SNL. they're basically responsible for the resurgence of love for SNL in recent years (starting with their hit digital short lazy sunday). they recently released an album "incredibad," that has spawned many of the most recent SNL digital shorts.

great websites

awkward family photos:

texts from last night:

f my life:

some e cards:

Friday, April 17, 2009

cline, C-L-I-N-E

i don't know if it's southern to spell cline like my family does, but NO ONE up here knows how to spell it. people immediately assume it's spelled klein. once, after telling someone i spelled it the way i do, i was asked if i was jewish. a cline name search produced these results:

  1. americanized spelling of german klein or a jewish (ashkenazic) variant of this name.
  2. variant spelling of scottish or irish clyne.

i know the caseys on my mom's side of the family are scotch-irish, and can be traced to carrickfergus, northern ireland. and i know my paternal grandmother's mother is originally from austria. but i don't really know about my paternal grandfather's side, aka the clines. maybe there were some german kleins who moved down to north carolina and gave a big "f- you" to their roots and changed the spelling. or their neighbors changed it for them. or maybe i'm scotch-irish on both sides and i can be traced to a clan of clynes.

either way, down south, it's cline. no problem. maybe once a year someone would spell it klein. someone, who knew it was spelled cline, once even asked if i was related to calvin klein. i don't think i justified their question with an answer.

so far up here i've seen my name spelled: klein, klien, kline, and clien.

fun fact, though, i now know that cline means "little." i already knew that casey means "brave," and samantha means, "good listener" (litterally "listener of god"). and samantha can also mean "flower."

so basically i'm a brave little flower.

or a brave little listener.

i'm fine with either, as long as i'm a cline.

ncaa national champs!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009



my celebrity crushes

in no particular order, and for no other reason than people have asked me for a list before.

1. john krasinski
2. paul rudd
3. seth meyers
4. will arnett
5. andy samberg
& adam brody might be tied
6. and for the moment, robert pattinson

i know. they're basically all the same person (except for #6).



i've played grand theft auto in the past. i didn't take it seriously then, but i know a lot of people do. call me a hypocrite, but at least the "point" of grand theft auto is to steal cars. it just so happens that you can have sex with a prostitute in a hidden car along the way (what am i typing?!). but a video game where the goal is to rape women?

that's wtf-worthy.

i want to go to there

watch this.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

the lesson of the moth

this is a poem in a collection by don marquis based on the friendship between two characters - archy, a cockroach, and mehitabel, an alley cat. i first read the poem in my 9th grade honors english 1 class with mrs. shue. we read the poem, and then followed that with a discussion about whether we considered ourselves more like archy or like the moth he encounters. i have to say that i'm with the moth.

the lesson of the moth

by don marquis, in "archy and mehitabel," 1927

i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into
an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would
now be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense

plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity

but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself



friday night i left work and shared a cab with my boss going uptown. i got out and tried to figure out where i was supposed to go. then, i heard evie yelling my name from across the street and saw her standing outside of
el centro, the mexican restaurant she and stefanie and chosen for the surprise dinner. i went inside and found laura, delia, laura's good friend carolyn, blair (who works with amy), another friend ally, stefanie, and amy waiting. we had a great dinne
r, birthday desserts (flan), and a margarita here or there. it was so good, and such a good surprise! we then decided to just go back to amy and stefanie's apartment to hang out for a bit, and then maybe go dancing or out to a bar. no expectations.

we hopped 2 cabs back to their apartment. evie, amy, and stefanie were in the cab with me, and as soon as we got to the apartment, evie and stefanie jumped out and ran upstairs. since the other girls were getting out of thei
r cab, amy and i didn't give it a second though. we got upstairs to find a sign on the door that read "happy birhtday amy & casey!" inside we found streamers hanging from the ceiling. there was also a pinata (who was later named enrique), queso and salsa dips, chips, and a birthday cake. it took me a few seconds to realize what was going on, and then evie said, "we're having a party!!! everyone is coming!" they'd planned it so that we had time to shower and get ready if we wanted to (good thinking), so everyone started showing up around 9:30 or 10.

it turns out that evie and stefanie had been planning this for several weeks, and had even sent out an invitation to our surprise birthday party over facebook. several of my best friends from home were invited and knew about it, in addition to those of amy's friends from home. my friend, steve, had called me during dinner to see what i was up to that night, and it turns out he had known about it, too. amy and i were so floored, we couldn't stop smiling. it was so impressive that no one gave anything away. it was a surprise party that went through flawlessly, and it was such a fun night.

Friday, February 20, 2009

february babies

so tomorrow, the 21st, is my friend amy's birthday. we talked about going to dinner with a few friends to celebrate both of our birthdays tomorrow night, but hadn't finalized anything. then today, evie sent us an invitation to our surprise birthday dinner tonight! it turns out that she and our friend stefanie (also amy's roommate) have been planning this for a couple weeks. our friends are all in on it. all i have is the address, and i'm forbidden to look up the restaurant. here is the invite from evie and stefanie:

"come to a mystery spot to celebrate the 23rd year of life for our dear friends (and lovers) amy & casey. a fantastic (but secret) dinner will be served, with drinks galore.

it may just be the best night you have ever had. literally."

i'm really lucky to have such good friends up here.

free manicure

today at work, my boss joe commented that he needed a manicure, to which my other boss, alana, replied, "me too!" joe responded that, "we should just have someone come into the office and all get manicures." so alana turned to me and said, "casey, look into that now before he changes his mind!"

so i did.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

and since i gave it a shoutout

sam wineka's blog:

in light of tonight's battle

a joke i stole from sam's blog:

two boys in raleigh were playing basketball when one of them was attacked by a rabid rottweiler.

thinking quickly, the other boy ripped a board off a nearby fence, wedged it into the dog’s collar and twisted it, breaking the dog’s neck.

a newspaper reporter from the news & observer witnessed the incident and rushed over to interview the boy.

the reporter began entering data into his laptop, beginning with the headline: “brave young heels fan saves friend from jaws of vicious animal.”

“but i'm not a heels fan,” the little hero interjected.

“sorry,” replied the reporter. “but because we’re in north carolina, i just assumed you were.”

hitting the delete key, the reporter begins again: “nc state fan rescues friend from horrific dog attack.”

“but i’m not a state fan either!” the boy responds.

the reporter says, “i assumed everybody in this state was either for the heels or the wolfpack. what team do you root for?”

“i’m a duke fan,” the boy says.

hitting the delete key, the reporter begins again: “arrogant little yankee bastard kills beloved family pet.”

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

the best "the office" quote ever

"and at 6'6", from the university of north carolina... jim halpert!"

Friday, February 06, 2009

prk surgery (round 2)

i forgot how uncomfortable the procedure is but it only lasted about 2 minutes. got there at 10:35, left at noon.

stefanie went with me, and then we spent the rest of the day at her and amy's apartment. evie came up after work and brought some pita chips and hummus with her (yummy!) and then amy came and we all just hung out for a bit.

then evie and i headed back to brooklyn and laura and delia came over with a care package for me. it included a small box of chocolates, a whistle for me to blow to let evie know when i need something (which i plan to abuse), cool high school musical sunglasses (since the lasikplus people gave me some sunglasses from 1993), and a box of tissues.

today i'm feeling fine. my right eye is blurry, but with my left okay, it's not so bad. the pain and discomfort is significantly less this time around. it still stings a little bit and feels like i have sand in my eyes sometimes when i blink, but nowhere like last time.

i'm feeling well enough that we're going to go see "he's just not that into you" tonight. last surgery, i went to see juno a few days after, and it was pretty uncomfortable. my eyes were super light sensitive then (i kept my sunglasses on even when i was indoors) so i was a little squirmy, but i think i can handle it tonight.

did i mention that evie and i are going to go find and buy me an eye patch to wear tonight?

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

tomorrow i have eye surgery

so i had prk surgery last january 3rd to correct my 20/2000 vision. that's not an exaggeration. that is an estimate, given to me by my eye doctor. my eyes were really that bad. aka -8 prescription. anyway, after my surgery, my vision was perfect (though the healing took forever and was uncomfortable... and there were many times when i shouldn't have been driving... oops). since then, my right eye has regressed 1/8th of my original prescription. so i'm having a touch-up surgery tomorrow on my right eye. good thing i have a lifetime protection policy with the lasikplus people, because it's free (i.e., i paid a lot the first go-round, and i still have to pay to have some prescriptions filled). anyway, my friend amy sent this link to me and told me that this is what i'm going to be like tomorrow.

as of january 31st...

i've lived here for 6 months. pretty good considering a year ago my thoughts were, "oh dear god there's no way i can make it living in new york."

Monday, January 19, 2009

winter in new york

worst thing about winter in nyc: it is effing cold.

best thing about winter in nyc: it snows a lot.

so i'm reading twilight

actually, i'm reading new moon, the second book in the series. this is the best way i can explain it: it's not beautiful, compelling literature, but it draws you in. i am hooked. i kind of wish edward cullen were real, and what's worse is that last night i cried a legitimate cry. i've teared up reading books before, but never cried for real.

i would like to say this, though: the twilight series has nothing on harry potter.


about the lack of posts this month. i got lazy.