What I'm Looking Forward To

I have a lot to look forward in the coming week and month. In 9 days, I will be graduating from the hell hole people like to call high school. It wasn't a complete waste of time, as i met a lot of great people and learned some good stuff, but for the most part I could have probably come to about 50% of school and still got the same out of it.
I am also looking forward to the last weekend in May; State baseball tournament time. Hopefully, i'll be playing in the games, but if not I'll still be in attendance to watch some great baseball games.
After that it's pretty simple. I'm really looking forward to getting out on my own and college in the fall and eventually graduating and earning barrels of money.
The thing i'm most looking forward to is winning the lottery on June 3rd, 2009. That's gonna be awesome.

Top Ten reasons Betsy Klaus does not come to school

1.) Laziness - Betsy is best known for her lackadaisical attitude toward important things such as school work.
2.) Sickness - Betsy is also well known for her mysterious illnesses. Nosebleeds, headaches, and sore ankles are just a few of her classic excuses.
3.) Trying to get suspended - My personal favorite, why would someone want to be suspended? Betsy has your answer; a three day vacation off of school.
4.) Forgetfulness - Often have the words "is it really Monday?" flowed from Betsy's mouth. Yes Betsy, there are only two days each weekend.
5.) Car Troubles - Betsy has wrecked more cars than the past three years of NASCAR has combined. When asked about this, her response is simple, "It's not my fault"
6.) Distance - "People don't realize how far Danvers really is from Olympia. Honestly, sometimes i have to pack a snack just so i don't die of starvation on my way to school." Betsy Klaus, October 2007
7.) Gas Prices - I actually can't blame her for this. Gas is getting unpredictably expensive these days, and with Betsy's driving habits, the cost is sending her to the poor house.
8.) Laziness - Had to be listed twice. Seriously, Garfield is more active than Betsy some days.
9.) Daylight Savings Time - Betsy, contrary to popular acceptance, does not observe daylight savings time. To her, it's actually 4am on a saturday when school starts on monday.
10.) SARS - Betsy has SARS, we're working on a cure.

Betsy Klaus, Mrs McCartney's personal headache

Internal Conflict

There are many internal conflicts that affect me all the time over the course of baseball season. Most recently and oftenly it is the feeling i get when i strike out in a big situation. The feeling you get when you strike out with runners on second and third with two outs is unbelievably frustrating. The worst part isn't the act itself, it's trying to keep your composure after the fact while out on defense. Eventually, i get over it with my next at-bat if its a hit. But if I have one of those days where the strike-outs pile up on each other, then the frustration stays with me until the next game or whenever i get my next at-bat.

The Ideal Mate

My ideal mate is very particular. First of all, her name has to start with an O. That way, whatever her real name is, i can nickname her Ozzie in remembrance of Ozzie Smith. Also along those lines, that girl has to be an avid Cardinal fan, and everything that comes along with that, like brains because every Cardinal fan is a genius.
Looks are easy. For some weird reason i notice eye width right away so her eyes have to be a certain distance from each other; too close and you can't trust her. I think the rest of her body goes without saying. A height between 5'6 and 5'10 is acceptable, taller is better though because then our kids might be good at baseball.
As far as personality goes, she has to be nice. Other than that, as long as she doesn't complain a lot, i'm pretty much set.

And she has to be a good cook.

Movie of my life

The movie of my life would most likely be the blockbuster hit of the summer. Not only is it a touching family/ love story, but its also filled with actions and sports adventures. The only thing missing is aliens, but i'm only 18 so there's plenty of time for that.
I would most likely be played by shia labeouf. He would be the perfect actor because he's kinda funny, good looking like myself, and kinda lame sometimes. If Mr Labeouf were not available, this would be hard casting, I'm really not that easy to play. My dad's perfect actor would be Craig T Nelson from back in the day when he was on the TV show 'Coach'. My dads pretty funny and he often does and says things that are a little strange but if taken the right way are hilarious. My mom would be played by Sigourney Weaver, the only redheaded actress i could think of. My brother would be played by the older brother from the show 'The Wonder Years'. My brother was always a pain just like that kid was to little fred savage. My sister would be played by an unknown actress.

Most importantly, my dog and cat would be played by the cartoon character Catdog.

Redo

If i could redo one decision in my life, it would be that left turn i made in Bloomington on December 17th 2006 at 4:42 pm. Now, i know what your thinking, "how can a left turn make you life change?" Well, quite simply actually. If i would have made a right at that intersection i would have been several minutes earlier to the mall. If i was several minutes earlier to the mall, then i wouldn't have missed the big sale on hats at hatworld. If i wouldn't have missed the big sale on hats, then i would have purchased a cardinals cap. If i would have purchased that cardinals cap, then i would have worn in to the game that following spring. If i would have worn it to the game, i would have caught a homerun in it, but not just any homerun. The hat i was wearing would have changed the wind patterns which would have made the homerun i caught to be Albert Pujols' 6th home run of the day. That feat has never been done before. So when i caught the ball, they would show the highlight all over sportscenter and local news stations. Later that week i would have gotten a call from ESPN offering me a job. After getting the job, i would have slowly moved up the corporate ladder and eventually became a sportscaster on television. Once on television, i would have a lot of influence on young people that look up to me. One little kid watching the show, his name would have been Alex Cureall, would have been inspired by my sportscasting. Alex would then grow up to find the cure for AIDS.

So, in summary, if i would have made that right turn instead of a left, AIDS would be cured.

The Smell of Spring

The smells of spring bring back several memories for me. Most exclusively, the smell of spring brings in great memories of the start of baseball season. Memories of that first day of outside practice after being in the gym for the better part of two weeks come back with great detail. The sometimes cold, sometimes comforting breeze hits my face as I try and extend the length that my puny arm can throw. The smell of spring brings back bad memories of baseball as well. Memories of sucking very badly at baseball appear. Those first few weeks when hitting the ball foul was the only contact i could ever make. Besides baseball, the smell of spring brings back memories of the winding down school year. I remember those few years where the end of school actually meant something important. Like at the end of 6th grade year where I thought middle school was going to be the best thing to ever happen. Or at the end of 8th grade year, where i had realized that middle school was lame and high school was going to be the best thing to ever happen. And now memories of this spring will probably come later; memories of high school winding down and thinking college is going to be the best thing to ever happen. Spring holds a lot of cherished memories for me.

My Odd Habit

Trust me, I am full of odd habits. If i had a day to count them all, i would need another day to add them all up. One particularly weird habit that i can think of right now is that i always have to change my radio station in my car in order. I really don't know why this habit formed, or why i have to keep doing it, but it really bothers me when i go from preset 1 all the way across the board to preset 5. I could even tell you the order, 102.3, 95.5, 93.3, 96.7, 101.5, 99.5, 102.9, 105.7, 99.9, and finally 89.1. Something that bothers me even more is when i am driving somewhere and one of these stations doesn't come in all the way. Then, i have to switch to that radio station, wait to find out what the song is even though the noise are unbearable through the static, and eventually realize the song sucks and move on. I guess i could probably very easily break this habit, but just simply changing all my radio stations to Christian rock, that way i wouldn't want to change through them at all so i'd have to switch around between stations without going through presets. Maybe one of these days, i'll invest in some CDs.

I HATE my job!

Currently, I am employed at a recycling company, and my lone job is crushing cans. The work is very tedious and repetitive; crush cans, put them in a bucket, crush cans, put them in a bucket. The hours are long and the pay is very little. I think it is very safe to say that i completely and utterly hate my job. When I was younger, I remember my mother ordering me to go in the garage and crush cans for hours. I always avoided the chore so when I did finally get around to it, the cans would be stacked miles high. The job seemed to go on forever; I never, in a million years, pictured myself as a can crusher when I got older.
I've been crushing cans now for going on 50 years and everyday gets worse. Everyday i wake up and tell myself, "today's the day I quit and find a new job." Well, this morning I said that and after a long days work, I am still employed at Jim's Recycling. I wish I could go back in time and tell my younger self to stay in high school for those last 3 months and graduate instead of dropping out to chase some pretty skirt!

Beloved Toy

The choice of my favorite toy from childhood is a very simple one; Beanie Babies. Beanie Babies were my everything; I played with them, my mom bribed me to mow the lawn to earn more of them, and i even tried to eat one of them. My favorite way to play with them was a game that i creatively dubbed "Beanie Baby Football." 3 beanies would line up opposite each other and hit the gridiron of my living room floor. The best player was Jumper, the frog beanie baby. He was the Jerry Rice of Beanie Baby Football. Those Beanies were very important to me when i was little. If i lost one of the starting 6, i would cry and cry until my mom eventually yelled at me. Now that I'm older, those Beanies don't mean much to me. The box they occupy in my closet has rarely ever been moved since approximately my 8th birthday. Maybe Ebay might change that though.

Dear Future Child

Hey Steve, or Stevette. You're mother wanted to name you Julius, so you're welcome. This is your introduction to the world of today. My biggest piece of advice is, go back now, dive back into the womb, it's your only hope! Nah, I'm just fooling around with you Steve, the world's actually pretty cool. We play a game called baseball out here, you will come to love it just as i do. Actually, you better love it because i'm banking on you making me a lot of money playing baseball professionally. And if you get cut from the team, don't bother coming home. Don't cry Steve, that's just another joke. Actually thats like half a joke, you better be good at baseball. You're mother is yelling at me to clean the gutters; that brings me to the next life lesson you need to know. Don't marry young, have fun while it lasts. Unless you want to get married young, thats ok i guess, just don't say i didn't tell you. Well Steve, thats all for now. Hopefully you grow up to be a good guy and we'll share a few good memories at my 80th birthday party, which better be held at your mansion you earned from playing baseball professionally.

I'd never have wakened

The one dream that i can remember where i did not want to wake up was about me being a professional baseball player. The dream itself was really not about playing baseball, it was about the amount of money baseball players get paid and all the crazy things i could do with it. I was in a mansion swimming in my gigantic pool with lovely ladies everywhere. I slid down into the pool on a 100 foot water slide, custom made, and landed with a joyous splash. When i left the pool, i went into my garage to find my brand new Impala SS. I jumped in and was gearing up to go somewhere but then woke up. It was the worst feeling in the world; i had missed my chance to see what exciting adventure i was about to go on, and i had to go to school that morning.
I'm sure if i would have had a chance to finish this dream, i would have been going to a crazy drag race or something. I've always wanted to be cool enough to be an awesome street racer or something daringly crazy like that. I probably would have won a lot of money and/or women too.

Week 3 about nothing

There was no prompt to this blog entry, otherwise known as a "post." This scares and confuses me. Usually i have a question to answer or something like that. But, "not today" says absent Mr. Brigham, "I'm going to make my students suffer and not leave them a prompt." Thats an actual quote, i heard him say it about 5 times this week. Yesterday was a snow day, which usually means sledding, but when its bfc outside sledding is out of the question. This probably has to be one hundred words, but there was no prompt so i don't think it counts. I caught a mouse in my room the other day without aid of a trap. I simply stared the mouse into submission. Then another mouse, which i can only assume to be his widow, came and tried to defend his honor. She grabbed a pencil and started waving it in sword fashion. I laughed at the mouse's effort and struck her down with a mighty blow. Then i yelled at the cat for being lazy and not catching the mice. He just kinda laid there and didn't do anything. Then i made brownies, but messed it up when i didn't grease the pan, so now they're like chocolaty cement inside of a pan. The end

My Biggest Fear

My bed was warm and toasty as my mom screamed down the hall. It was time to get up and start another day. I didn't want to start, however, because I had just been awoken from the dream to end all dreams. See, my greatest fear when i was a young lad was a giant boulder crashing through my bedroom door and crushing me to smithereens. I had multiple dreams about said boulder; one about it teasing me and rolling past my room a few times before unleashing its destruction, another about it being smaller and gradually getting big enough to flatten a Mac truck. I always feared this disastrous boulder, and worst of all, the fear has never gone away. The dream always occurred right before i awoke, making it seem all the more real. Nowadays, i have the dream less often, and when i do, it never really scares me. But back in the pre big boy pants days, it was my number one fear.

Definition of a poem

To me, a poem is something that displays a certain emotion or tells a story in a creative, artistic way. It should display a persons specific emotion or feeling toward a conflict. Poems should be creative in a way that not everyone could write. It should have a lot of descriptive words and adjectives. It should include details of all 5 senses. A poem should not be something that is rushed through, it should have time and effort behind it in order to display good meaning. A poem should also have stanzas, short lines, and be relatively short.