It's a perfectly nice day outside today; sunny, clear, and warm. I, however, am inside studying for math. Why? Because I have a big math test tomorrow. Chapter Six. Vectors and junk. They're pretty much rays with an identity crisis. My teacher even said, "They're like rays, only not." Real clear. Or einfach, as they say in Deutschland. One of the few German words I know. Anyways, I'm working on section 3 of 6 right now. I'm waiting for some friends to come over to work on this stuff, because as of now, saying that we have a vague understanding of it would be very generous.
Oh look, the sun just got brighter. Thanks, Mother Nature. I'm free yesterday, but you make it pour.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Spring Broken
Today is Sunday. April eleventh. Two-thousand ten. Which can only mean one thing: the last day of spring break. A day of mourning from kids all over the county. A day where "Crap! I have math homework?!?!?" can be heard from Centennial to Oakland Mills. A day when procrastination is more popular than Nickleback. Wait... bad analogy. It's more popular than the Killers. Much better. Bottom line is, today is a bad day for students all over.
On a brighter note, it's 66° out, sunny, and just beautiful. Great motivation to get that homework done early, right?
...not really. Hopefully I'll be able to get outside at least once today before it gets dark, though. After spending a week in southern Florida where it was 80° almost every day, I started to miss this Maryland spring weather.
While I was in Florida, though, I went to Tampa for two days. We saw that the Orioles were playing the Rays for their opening series, so we went to Tropicana Field to see Thursday night's game (the only game Baltimore has won this year). Tampa and St. Petersburg are some of the strangest places I've been to in a while. In my hotel, they were playing "Here Comes Santa Clause." In April. In Florida. On the way to St. Pete for the baseball game, we stopped at a gas station. Inside, they sold tasers. Okay, so they weren't the huge Taser-brand military-use machines, but they were personal electrocution defense weapons, and that's close enough for me. When we got to the stadium, I was excited because I had never been to an indoor baseball stadium before. We got our tickets, walked in, and all of a sudden, I was thrown back to when I was 6 years old. The entire place looked like a glorified Chuck E. Cheese. I understand they might be trying to be kid-friendly, but when you have flashing lights, game booths, and comic-book drawings of the players as superheroes every ten feet, it gets to be a little much. To add to the matter, Chick-fil-A was giving out cowbells as a promotion that night. There were 16,000 people in a dome raising Hell with Columbia blue cowbells. "More Cowbell!!!" the scoreboard constantly read, taking the quote from the famous SNL skit with Christopher Walken. Please, no more cowbell.
On a brighter note, it's 66° out, sunny, and just beautiful. Great motivation to get that homework done early, right?
...not really. Hopefully I'll be able to get outside at least once today before it gets dark, though. After spending a week in southern Florida where it was 80° almost every day, I started to miss this Maryland spring weather.
While I was in Florida, though, I went to Tampa for two days. We saw that the Orioles were playing the Rays for their opening series, so we went to Tropicana Field to see Thursday night's game (the only game Baltimore has won this year). Tampa and St. Petersburg are some of the strangest places I've been to in a while. In my hotel, they were playing "Here Comes Santa Clause." In April. In Florida. On the way to St. Pete for the baseball game, we stopped at a gas station. Inside, they sold tasers. Okay, so they weren't the huge Taser-brand military-use machines, but they were personal electrocution defense weapons, and that's close enough for me. When we got to the stadium, I was excited because I had never been to an indoor baseball stadium before. We got our tickets, walked in, and all of a sudden, I was thrown back to when I was 6 years old. The entire place looked like a glorified Chuck E. Cheese. I understand they might be trying to be kid-friendly, but when you have flashing lights, game booths, and comic-book drawings of the players as superheroes every ten feet, it gets to be a little much. To add to the matter, Chick-fil-A was giving out cowbells as a promotion that night. There were 16,000 people in a dome raising Hell with Columbia blue cowbells. "More Cowbell!!!" the scoreboard constantly read, taking the quote from the famous SNL skit with Christopher Walken. Please, no more cowbell.
WARNING: BIEBER
I got home from Florida this evening. I'm sore from the car ride. I was looking forward to SNL tonight, until I remembered... tonight's Bieber night. Ugh. Justin Bieber. Why is he so successful? He's like 5. In one of his songs, he sings, "When I was thirteen, I had my first love." Hey, Justin, how about you save that song until you're actually thirteen? Luckily, Tina Fey is hosting. She's probably the only person on the planet Earth who can single-handedly counter Justin Bieber.
I don't know why this in italics. My computer is making it do it, and there's no way I can fix it. So just deal with it. Thanks.
Everyone has friend problems on occasion, and it's never fun. Losing a friend, especially those extremely close to you, is one of the worst feelings in the world. Still, no matter how hard it is, we all eventually move on, and it all works itself out in the end. "When a heart breaks, no it don't break even."
HA. Gotcha. That song is ridiculously overplayed. I wouldn't really put a line from it in this post. Rest easy, friends.
I don't know why this in italics. My computer is making it do it, and there's no way I can fix it. So just deal with it. Thanks.
Everyone has friend problems on occasion, and it's never fun. Losing a friend, especially those extremely close to you, is one of the worst feelings in the world. Still, no matter how hard it is, we all eventually move on, and it all works itself out in the end. "When a heart breaks, no it don't break even."
HA. Gotcha. That song is ridiculously overplayed. I wouldn't really put a line from it in this post. Rest easy, friends.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
March Madness... In April
So yeah, I know I haven't written for a while. But you know what? I'm in Florida, it's sunny and about 70, and I don't care.
I always complain about not seeing movies. It's an exaggeration, of course, but when you look at classic movies that literally everyone has seen, I'm left out. "Hey Ted, don't you just love [big name movie title]?" "Well, [question-asker] I haven't exactly seen it." "WHAAAATTT??? YOU HAVE TO SEE IT!!!!" "Put it on the list, buddy."
Well anyways, it's Final Four weekend, and yet again, I'm at my grandparents' house in Naples sitting by the pool. Could it get any better? Doubt it. Butler just beat Michigan State in a low-scoring and extremely frustrating game. The Bulldogs pulled it out in the end, though, and that's all that matters. Now it's halftime of the Duke-West Virginia game. Even though I live in Maryland and have been brought up learning to hate Duke, West Virginia is even worse. And hey, they're they only ACC team left. Go Devils.
Hey guess what? I drove for the first time today. My grandpa asked when I got my permit. I replied, "In a couple weeks."
I always complain about not seeing movies. It's an exaggeration, of course, but when you look at classic movies that literally everyone has seen, I'm left out. "Hey Ted, don't you just love [big name movie title]?" "Well, [question-asker] I haven't exactly seen it." "WHAAAATTT??? YOU HAVE TO SEE IT!!!!" "Put it on the list, buddy."
Well anyways, it's Final Four weekend, and yet again, I'm at my grandparents' house in Naples sitting by the pool. Could it get any better? Doubt it. Butler just beat Michigan State in a low-scoring and extremely frustrating game. The Bulldogs pulled it out in the end, though, and that's all that matters. Now it's halftime of the Duke-West Virginia game. Even though I live in Maryland and have been brought up learning to hate Duke, West Virginia is even worse. And hey, they're they only ACC team left. Go Devils.
Hey guess what? I drove for the first time today. My grandpa asked when I got my permit. I replied, "In a couple weeks."
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