Wanna hear a joke? It's Friday!!! Okay, it's not a joke, but if I asked you "Wanna hear what day of the week it is?," I doubt you would have been as excited.

Ahh... field training. As I stated before, I work as an umpire for the local little league. Last night was field training, when we all go out to the field so the newbies can get some hands-on experience making calls and standing around. As a level 5 this year, I just have to be there to kind of "teach" the level 1's what to do. In the HCYP umpire system, the level 1's are the lowest of the low: pick up trash and equipment in the shed, sweep up dirt on the floor, and pretty much do all the dirty work. Good news this year! We're getting paid in cash! Better news: We get free snowballs! Not so good news: We still don't get free hamburgers. Even though they're the same freaking price, we still only get our hot dog and soda per game.

Hot Hot Heat. Favorite band at the moment.

You may notice that this post has no title. This is because last night I was up until midnight writing an English paper. I finished the paper in about 45 minutes, but then was up for about another half hour attempting to come up with a title (That, and the fact that I was distracted by the Xavier/Kansas St. basketball game). I finally got one, but I've used up all of my title creativity.

Spring!

If, while reading this post, you notice any similarities to John Quinn's latest post, which I just read, you can be assured that this has nothing to do with it.

It's 63° out, it's sunny, I'm sitting here watching spring training baseball, and everything about life right now yells "spring." I can't help but yell back. Spring is probably my favorite season of the year. Sun, warmth, colors, my birthday, and, best of all, baseball. The Major League season kicks off in eleven days, and you can bet I'm going to be in front of my TV watching. Now, you may argue, "Oh, but Ted, baseball is so slow and it's boring and it takes no skill at all and you have to wear tight pants to play." Well, try playing it. It's fast, intense, and takes more skill most people think. Hitting a baseball is one of the hardest jobs in all of sports. When you think about it, reacting to a small white ball with a circumference of 9 inches and then bringing a bat around to hit it back all in less than a second seems a lot more complicated. Also, one of my coaches in the past told me something that I'll probably never forget. Baseball is the best sport out there for one reason: It's the only sport where every player needs to be at the top of their game at all times, because you never know who it'll come down to in the clutch. In football, with a minute left and the score tied, what do you do? You hand the ball off or pass it to the best player on the team. In basketball, down 1 with 2 seconds left, you give the ball to Kobe or LeBron. You can't control who will come up to bat with a man on third and two outs in the ninth. And that, my friends, is what makes baseball great. That, and the fact that I make great money doing what I love by umpiring for HCYP.

Return of the Tedi

I'M BACK!!!!!!!

This is my first post-Oklahoma! blog post, and I was up late last night working on an English research paper, so please forgive any lack of literary expertise shown in this post.

The show was great! If you saw it, you either loved it or fell asleep because it was almost three hours long. If you didn't see it, I hate you forever and the only thing you can do to lessen that hatred is to tell all your friends to follow this blog.

You know what I realized today? In The Wizard of Oz, you know, when they're singing "We're Off to See the Wizard," most of the stuff they sing about is based off of generalizations and assumptions. They hadn't met the guy yet, and they're singing about how brilliant of a guy he is and how he's got more wizarding skills than Harry Potter on 'roids. When they finally get to the Emerald City and meet him, he's a huge disappointment. You don't see them singing about that on the way back, though.

Got the new Pokemon game the other day. SoulSilver. I beat the fourth gym in math today. Don't judge.

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A Capella, Fellas.

Recently, due to excessive boredom, I've spent most of my time on YouTube. For the most part, I've been watching a cappella groups do arrangements of popular songs. Everything from Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something to I'm on a Boat by comedy group The Lonely Island. I think it gives any song a unique quality not found in any other kind of music.

My mom's all excited because American Idol contestant Lee Dewize is from her hometown of Mount Prospect, Illinois. She says since it's a small (smaller that Ellicott City) town, she wouldn't be surprised if he lives close to where she grew up. Pretty cool. I like him, too. He's one of the better singers. If you ask me, the talent this year on the show isn't amazing compared to previous years.

One more dress rehearsal tomorrow, then our performance! You should come. All four days.

Coughcomeseeoklahomacough

I was up until midnight last night doing research for English. Five sources. About Catcher in the Rye and censorship. Which we did almost a month ago. We've almost completed an entire book since then. So going back to Catcher for a huge research paper isn't exactly the most fun thing ever. Especially when I have no free time at all because of Oklahoma! (Which you should come see). Bottom line: Staying up late on the one day of the year when we decide to get rid of an hour of the day... sucks.

Math test went well today. I knew how to do everything for once (yay!) and I drew very detailed pictures for the word problems, just because I could.

Guess what? The new Pokemon games came out today. I'm fifteen years old, but who cares? I want that game.

Lauren Ferguson. Know who that is? Yup. The girl from Facebook. Turns out she's real. And she's in Maryland this weeeeeeek!!!! She came to school today and I was able to see her for the first time in like a yearrrrrr and it was greattttttttt.

My other foreign friend, Jordyn Catencamp, does not have her phone. She's a loser. Not really. But kinda.

Hmm... I don't have any homework tonight... this isn't good... I feel like I'm forgetting something...



...oh well.

Procrastination, Reprise

Now is a perfect time to reiterate my point which I made earlier about procrastination: DON'T DO IT. It's sad, really. One would think I would learn from previous instances, but nope. It's 9:23 PM on a Sunday, and I'm still finding sources for my English research paper on Catcher. Due tomorrow. You know, I shouldn't even be on here. Oh well. 

I found a new band I like today. They're called Oedipus. I found them on Facebook out of pure boredom. I searched "Oedipus," and they came up first. Their description on their page makes me happy:

"Oedipus seems pre-destined to kill convention and marry progressive heavy rock with an artistic twist that most certainly makes their sound rise high above the dull roar of mainstream modern rock."

Also, their EP Covetous has a great cover which, alone, may prompt me to get it:

 

DESPAIRRR... OEEEEDIPUSSS... LAIUUUSS...