The Land Of The Danes

I strangely feel at home here. I say strangely because I don't understand the language, I've only been here for a week, and I haven't really met anyone who fits my age group. But when I'm surrounded by art, music, smiles, and seemingly endless history... how can I not feel at ease? This place is absolutely amazing. If it weren't for the ten months of winter I would consider moving here... but I've done the cold thing already and its really not for me.

I want to travel.

I was talking to my sister about how all the interesting history here seems to dwarf the U.S. but she said it only makes her appreciate how she's part of the history being made today in such a young country and how it made her appreciate where she's from that much more.

Somehow my sister always knows what to say.

Though, as much as I love where I'm from... I cant help but feel... no... I cant help but KNOW I supposed to live here in Europe for a short portion of my life. A year or two. Nothing too extensive. I'm just too hungry for more of it the longer I'm here. The stories, the art, the history... its everything I look up on the internet back home, except now I'm here standing in front of it. I'm here walking through the cathedral's I've only viewed in pixelated photos. Feeling the bricks and wood that was put here centuries ago. Hearing the song of the church bells I could have only dreamed of hearing. Sitting on a bench in a courtyard that long ago was used only for nobles and kings. It's this kind of experience I love and live for.

And I cant get enough of it.

I know it's cliché...

But the time I fond a girl the most attractive/appealing is when her hair is up and her makeup is gone. When she's got simply sweats and an oversized teeshirt on. Cause when that happens, there's no more walls. It means, wether this girl is a friend or the love of my life, we're comfortable around eachother to just be us.

Now I'm not saying I don't appreciate getting dressed up and going out. I love that.

All I'm saying is there's something appealing to me about being comfortable.

I dunno...

I'm happy. I really am.

But i cant help but feel stuck right now. Now that i'm out of work til my doctor approves me on the 27th. But whatever. I cant change it, so i might as well enjoy it for what it's worth. It's a chance to write music. see friends. kind of like a reset for my life right now.

A chance to clear up any stress i had pent up. Catch up on sleep (and T.V. shows.). And heal. By the time i'm back at work it'll be like day one again. And in a way that's kind of comforting. A fresh start at an old thing.

Anywho, I love LA. I've made new friends every single time i'm down here and improved on the ones from before (Legacy... you will love me some day).

Found a quite i love today

"Love is like a friendship caught on fire: In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable."- Bruce Lee

Something about this quote made me feel very at ease... for just a moment. And I love that.

Well, lets keep this one short for now.

I know I can write a song.

And I'm pretty confident that some of my songs are better than a lot of stuff on the radio.

I just need to stick with it.

I need to get my self out there.

Get my name into the mouths of others... A wierd way to phrase it I admit, but it's what needs to happen.

I don't know what I'd ever do if music wasn't my career. It's what I live for. It's what I love through.

Anywho, news songs coming up.

"if she only knew/ I'd be her fool/ ya I'd play the part/ with all of my heart/ til I fall apart"

And

"she starts to sigh/ we whisper goodnight/ well her smile in that old porch light/ makes it alright"

Here we go!

Halfway Home

The title probably is unrelated, I just always like that phrase.
Something about those two words in that order is comforting. For some
reason it's even more comforting than just "Home". Maybe not more
comforting, but definately more exiting. It's like working towards
something and you've almost made it. I wanna live my life with that
feeling, because the minute you feel like you've made it... The second
you feel like you don't need to work at what you love anymore you lose
a spark. You lose the drive to improve and create. So I hope I'm
always "Halfway Home"... At least in my mind.

     So as I sit here in starbucks before I go to work trying to find that little extra energy that's gunna coast me through my nine hour day (though I've yet to find the remedy), I realized I'm happy. Now I know I've been happy for a while, but I'm talking about a different kind of happy. I've turned a corner. Im no longer in the cusp of working towards something... I'm doing it. Right in the middle of it all. I'm working towards a goal and hard work has never felt so rewarding. I can taste it. LA seems closer everyday. Living with you, running errands, sleeping in, cooking,the Casey family... I have the puzzle pieces in place, all I need now is patience.

     My big sister had her opening nigt last night and I've heard all words like "AMAZING" and "SOOOOO GOOD"... Etc. I know she's amazing... I mean, it's not every day you decide someones family after the fourth time you've ever hung out with them... But I would kill to go see her!!! I mean, not literally kill... Ok maybe...

     

     I've been looking into bartending down in LA. Only thing with bartending is I'm afraid my insomnia would return. And with a vengence, but I think I might be really happy with a job like that. Just conversing with people all night... I dunno. If I could work with dogs I'd be happier... So much nicer than people.

     I have a show this Thursday, but I don't feel good about it. All my rehearsals have fallen through for one reason or another, the other peoples faults and mine too. No ones to blame, it just hasn't come together. I'm hoping i have a day off before thrusday so I can just have maybe like a four hour rehearsal... Even if I'm just by myself.

     Anywho, although this coffee I've been drinking hasn't done it's job, I believe this blog has. You now know where I am in my life. Now, off to work!

- Corey

21? Try 5...

Let me just start off by saying I had the best 21st I could have ever imagined.

Here was my crew for the majority of it.

And then was joined by amazing sister Siera later on, which completed my night perfectly!!! It was an amazing day from start to finish.


Lemme just say this though:

Dear Alcohol,

I will ALWAYS choose cream soda over you. Always.

Your new friend,
Corey



Anywho, I was talking to my buddy Dustin and he may want to come with me to L.A. which would solve A LOT of my problems. Instanly. We wanna be bartenders in Downtown Disneyland. Aiming high, but bartenders would be awesome none the less.

I just wanna be in L.A.

I miss it.

I love it.

I love you.



P.S. Siera... I need hella mo' photos of you an me.