Some jerk-face stole my phone today. I was at the National Tennis Center for a JTT tournament (we have regional championships next month, and I promise to take pictures!) and mistakenly left my coat on a chair when I went to play on the courts. When I came back an hour-and-a-half later, my coat was gone. I eventually found it, only to discover my iPhone was no longer in my coat pocket and all the money was drained from my wallet. I wasn't even comforted by the fact that my team won our match, because only one person from the other team actually showed up, so we won by default.
So I guess you can say it was a pretty fun day.
I've now had to learn how to function with almost no contact with the outside world, and it's proven to be very difficult. I habitually will stick my hand into my pocket to grab my phone and realize it isn't there, and I can no longer call or text people. Taking the train home was very interesting because I actually had to use my imagination to keep myself entertained, rather than listening to music.
Luckily I should be getting a new phone on Monday. I will also be going to file a police report with my father. But I really shouldn't complain because my life could be a lot worse than it is.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
Who knew you could have nightmares of Charlize Theron?
I've recently gotten into the habit of watching incredibly dramatic/upsetting films before I go to bed. This has proven to be a bad choice.
One would think I would've learned my lesson after watching Changeling on Netflix with my mom in 6th grade. It was an amazing movie, but you don't exactly want to think about a string of child kidnappings/murders right before you go to bed, especially if you live in an old house that creaks at night. For months I would have to tuck my whole face under the covers in order to feel safe from having my head hacked off by the serial killer that I was certain was hiding in my closet.
As I normally consider myself a comedy type of guy, serious movies are already stepping over my usual boundaries. I know I am not good at putting traumatizing or saddening things out of my head (demonstrated by what was said in the previous paragraph), so my choices are normally limited to movies with incredibly poor acting, anything with Tina Fey, or Last Holiday with Queen Latifa (the only film Fox will ever play on a Sunday night). But I guess I've been getting in touch with my inner actor as of recently (I did, in fact, star as Charlie Brown in the school play in 3rd grade), so I've felt inclined to see performances that garnered media attention. Today I watched Precious and Monster, which both included Academy Award-winning performances (also who knew Charlize Theron could be that hideous?), but are by no means "feel good" movies. My plan for tonight is to stay up so late that I just pass out, so I don't need to worry about hookers shooting me to get my cash or an abusive mother throwing pans at me. I'll let you know how it goes.
One would think I would've learned my lesson after watching Changeling on Netflix with my mom in 6th grade. It was an amazing movie, but you don't exactly want to think about a string of child kidnappings/murders right before you go to bed, especially if you live in an old house that creaks at night. For months I would have to tuck my whole face under the covers in order to feel safe from having my head hacked off by the serial killer that I was certain was hiding in my closet.
As I normally consider myself a comedy type of guy, serious movies are already stepping over my usual boundaries. I know I am not good at putting traumatizing or saddening things out of my head (demonstrated by what was said in the previous paragraph), so my choices are normally limited to movies with incredibly poor acting, anything with Tina Fey, or Last Holiday with Queen Latifa (the only film Fox will ever play on a Sunday night). But I guess I've been getting in touch with my inner actor as of recently (I did, in fact, star as Charlie Brown in the school play in 3rd grade), so I've felt inclined to see performances that garnered media attention. Today I watched Precious and Monster, which both included Academy Award-winning performances (also who knew Charlize Theron could be that hideous?), but are by no means "feel good" movies. My plan for tonight is to stay up so late that I just pass out, so I don't need to worry about hookers shooting me to get my cash or an abusive mother throwing pans at me. I'll let you know how it goes.
Sorry
So a lot is going on right now and is preventing me from being as devoted to this blog as I would like to be.
First of all, school is annoying. My chemistry teacher has stepped up her game and is now giving us daily quizzes, which is a hassle because that means I need to study every night because there is no possible way that I will remember how to determine the grams of a substance produced in a limiting precipitate reaction without studying and receive a perfect score on the quiz without divine intervention. Also it's the third trimester so teachers are cramming in everything they've neglected to teach earlier so that they finish covering the curriculum by the time finals start (i.e. my theology teacher, who in the first trimester covered 70 of the 400+ pages of one of the two textbooks we need to read this year).
I was planning to write a lot over February break, but I ended up not doing so. I feel I owe you an explanation, and I'll be completely honest: I was simply too busy sleeping. The weeks leading up to the break were really exhausting so I found I just slept for hours once the break started. I did, however, go to a party and a dance which I need to write about later. I have some free time no so hopefully I can use that to write and upload some pictures.
Sorry that I've been lame.
First of all, school is annoying. My chemistry teacher has stepped up her game and is now giving us daily quizzes, which is a hassle because that means I need to study every night because there is no possible way that I will remember how to determine the grams of a substance produced in a limiting precipitate reaction without studying and receive a perfect score on the quiz without divine intervention. Also it's the third trimester so teachers are cramming in everything they've neglected to teach earlier so that they finish covering the curriculum by the time finals start (i.e. my theology teacher, who in the first trimester covered 70 of the 400+ pages of one of the two textbooks we need to read this year).
I was planning to write a lot over February break, but I ended up not doing so. I feel I owe you an explanation, and I'll be completely honest: I was simply too busy sleeping. The weeks leading up to the break were really exhausting so I found I just slept for hours once the break started. I did, however, go to a party and a dance which I need to write about later. I have some free time no so hopefully I can use that to write and upload some pictures.
Sorry that I've been lame.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Fruit Rull-Up Man
I met an interesting man last week...
While I was walking to my choir's church to sing to 30 elderly people (8 of whom actually showed up...) an extremely tall, rather portly, man approached me. At first I thought he needed help, but then he stuck out his hand to shake mine. It incredibly sweaty and obviously he wanted something based on how tightly he grasped my hand. I then noticed the myriad of fruit roll-ups overflowing from his coat pocket.
"Do you wanna buy some fruit roll-ups to sponsor a children's basketball team"
I did not, in fact, want to purchase any fruit roll-ups, especially from this man. And rather than saying "No" upfront and walking away, I instead let out a painful groan, similar to the sound one would expect a sick man to make, or Tina from Bob's Burgers. I also was not buying the whole "children's basketball team" thing either, as I was practically mugged by a woman in 8th grade who "needed to get home to Long Island".
I think the man sensed my weakness of character and decided to go into full-out attack mode:
"Come on dude, it's for the kids." (clearly trying to make me feel bad for not buying anything, and growing increasingly frustrated with me, demonstrated through his vigorously pulsating red eyes)
"No I'm sorry I have to go" (the words most likely did not come out that clearly, as I am a jumbled mess under pressure. I then proceeded to walk in the direction of the church)
"It's ok I'll follow you" (weird much?)
I let out another sickly groan and managed to spit out "No" while violently thrashing my head. Clearly sensing that I wasn't going to waver nor communicate clearly, the man proclaimed "Stop acting like a fucking retard" and left.
I think the man needs to realize that people will be more likely to purchase his fruit roll-ups (or whatever else he may sell) if they didn't feel like they were going to be murdered.
At least I got 33 likes on my Facebook status.
While I was walking to my choir's church to sing to 30 elderly people (8 of whom actually showed up...) an extremely tall, rather portly, man approached me. At first I thought he needed help, but then he stuck out his hand to shake mine. It incredibly sweaty and obviously he wanted something based on how tightly he grasped my hand. I then noticed the myriad of fruit roll-ups overflowing from his coat pocket.
"Do you wanna buy some fruit roll-ups to sponsor a children's basketball team"
I did not, in fact, want to purchase any fruit roll-ups, especially from this man. And rather than saying "No" upfront and walking away, I instead let out a painful groan, similar to the sound one would expect a sick man to make, or Tina from Bob's Burgers. I also was not buying the whole "children's basketball team" thing either, as I was practically mugged by a woman in 8th grade who "needed to get home to Long Island".
I think the man sensed my weakness of character and decided to go into full-out attack mode:
"Come on dude, it's for the kids." (clearly trying to make me feel bad for not buying anything, and growing increasingly frustrated with me, demonstrated through his vigorously pulsating red eyes)
"No I'm sorry I have to go" (the words most likely did not come out that clearly, as I am a jumbled mess under pressure. I then proceeded to walk in the direction of the church)
"It's ok I'll follow you" (weird much?)
I let out another sickly groan and managed to spit out "No" while violently thrashing my head. Clearly sensing that I wasn't going to waver nor communicate clearly, the man proclaimed "Stop acting like a fucking retard" and left.
I think the man needs to realize that people will be more likely to purchase his fruit roll-ups (or whatever else he may sell) if they didn't feel like they were going to be murdered.
At least I got 33 likes on my Facebook status.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Blizzard
So there's currently a huge snowstorm that's sweeping the Northeast of the US. Ironically, the blizzard is named "Nemo," which takes away from the sense that this storm is some ferocious monster that will trap you and your family inside for days.
My school also stayed open today, since the storm was not supposed to get bad until the late afternoon/evening. I sat in bed in disbelief for an hour, constantly refreshing the school webpage on my iPhone thinking that maybe they had forgotten to update it. But they didn't. I eventually had to drag myself out of bed and go to school. I could not find a pair of jeans for 15 minutes and failed to find a clean pair of socks (however I did manage to find about 5 million individual socks) so I had to resort to using an old pair covered in cat fur. I also had to skip breakfast to avoid being late.
I ended up walking through Central Park after taking the train because the line for the bus was (I kid you not) at least 25 yards (or 22.86 meters for you metric system people). The walk takes literally 10 minutes so I don't understand why others did not decide to do that instead of waiting for the bus which was undoubtedly packed and incredibly gross. It was so snowy that the normally clear and beautiful view in the center of the park just looked like empty space.
(I'll add a picture of what the spot is normally like to show just how bad the storm was)
My school had decided to let us out at 1:50 instead of the usual 2:50, which basically doesn't even count as an early dismissal. I guess enough people complained (plus the school probably looked at the Weather Channel) that the principal eventually decided to let us out at 12:50. This was good because it gave me an additional hour to do absolutely nothing with.
The blizzard is supposed to continue into tomorrow, but it seems to have died down a lot. I don't think I'll be getting any days off next week.
My school also stayed open today, since the storm was not supposed to get bad until the late afternoon/evening. I sat in bed in disbelief for an hour, constantly refreshing the school webpage on my iPhone thinking that maybe they had forgotten to update it. But they didn't. I eventually had to drag myself out of bed and go to school. I could not find a pair of jeans for 15 minutes and failed to find a clean pair of socks (however I did manage to find about 5 million individual socks) so I had to resort to using an old pair covered in cat fur. I also had to skip breakfast to avoid being late.
I ended up walking through Central Park after taking the train because the line for the bus was (I kid you not) at least 25 yards (or 22.86 meters for you metric system people). The walk takes literally 10 minutes so I don't understand why others did not decide to do that instead of waiting for the bus which was undoubtedly packed and incredibly gross. It was so snowy that the normally clear and beautiful view in the center of the park just looked like empty space.
My school had decided to let us out at 1:50 instead of the usual 2:50, which basically doesn't even count as an early dismissal. I guess enough people complained (plus the school probably looked at the Weather Channel) that the principal eventually decided to let us out at 12:50. This was good because it gave me an additional hour to do absolutely nothing with.
The blizzard is supposed to continue into tomorrow, but it seems to have died down a lot. I don't think I'll be getting any days off next week.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Moths
So there's a moth problem at my house. And everybody hates moths. They're mega creepy and blend in with everything so that they can sneak up on you in the middle of the night and destroy any sense of security you might have in your home.
They also enjoy eating your clothing. And I being someone who hates shopping, especially do not enjoy some less-developed organism feasting away at my limited wardrobe. Soon I'd be forced to only wear undershirts which make my nipples look pointy, according to one outspoken member of my Chemistry class, because everything else would have been eaten.
Luckily, my mom found the source of the moths; however, I now need to get a new mattress, as a moth-lab had been set up there. Now that I think about, some of my bed sheets mysteriously began getting holes in them last winter. That means that I have been sleeping on a breeding ground for satan's spawn (aka moths) for over a year. While I've been sleeping there, who knows how many larva have crawled over my body??
So I've been spending the majority of the day shaking what I believe is dried-up moth fecal matter off the stuffed animals I store(d) under my bed. I didn't know I still had so many stuffed animals. My mom thought that this would be a good time to narrow down my collection, but all this process has done is produce immense feelings of nostalgia. I am blessed with both a very accurate selective memory and the ability to form an emotional bond with anything. Together, these have allowed me to throw out maybe a total of 10 stuffed animals in my entire life. I remember everything about every individual item I have: who gave it to me, where it was bought, how old I was when I got it, etc. I once cried when I lost a special pencil in 5th grade because I had won it at an arcade in Ireland with my cousins the year prior. It's probably good that I lost is because it was neon pink and I most likely would've gotten beaten up otherwise.
I am only half way done with the stuffed animals, and I still need to wash all of the clothes in my room in close proximity to my bed. And since I am incredibly lazy and just leave clothes in baskets on my floor rather than putting them away, that means washing almost everything.
At least I'm getting a new bed.
They also enjoy eating your clothing. And I being someone who hates shopping, especially do not enjoy some less-developed organism feasting away at my limited wardrobe. Soon I'd be forced to only wear undershirts which make my nipples look pointy, according to one outspoken member of my Chemistry class, because everything else would have been eaten.
Luckily, my mom found the source of the moths; however, I now need to get a new mattress, as a moth-lab had been set up there. Now that I think about, some of my bed sheets mysteriously began getting holes in them last winter. That means that I have been sleeping on a breeding ground for satan's spawn (aka moths) for over a year. While I've been sleeping there, who knows how many larva have crawled over my body??
So I've been spending the majority of the day shaking what I believe is dried-up moth fecal matter off the stuffed animals I store(d) under my bed. I didn't know I still had so many stuffed animals. My mom thought that this would be a good time to narrow down my collection, but all this process has done is produce immense feelings of nostalgia. I am blessed with both a very accurate selective memory and the ability to form an emotional bond with anything. Together, these have allowed me to throw out maybe a total of 10 stuffed animals in my entire life. I remember everything about every individual item I have: who gave it to me, where it was bought, how old I was when I got it, etc. I once cried when I lost a special pencil in 5th grade because I had won it at an arcade in Ireland with my cousins the year prior. It's probably good that I lost is because it was neon pink and I most likely would've gotten beaten up otherwise.
I am only half way done with the stuffed animals, and I still need to wash all of the clothes in my room in close proximity to my bed. And since I am incredibly lazy and just leave clothes in baskets on my floor rather than putting them away, that means washing almost everything.
At least I'm getting a new bed.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
January 2013 Round-up
Nothing has really happened recently. I guess that's partly due to the fact that school has been busy since Christmas break ended, but I also think all the excitement of a two-week long break ending sends everything into a lull for a while. You try to get yourself excited about something, anything really, but you can't.
Needless to say I don't have anything interesting to talk about. I haven't been on TV recently, I haven't left the city at all (I don't think I've left New York State since the school year started), and I haven't had an ample amount of time to go out and explore or revisit places I haven't been to in a while. And I don't think whining about school suffices as something of interest to whoever reads this. But if it is, by all means tell me. I promise you I am the #1 complainer in the world! Well, actually, hopefully I'm not. I would like to be remembered for holding different records.
I've requested a decent camera for my birthday this year, and I've volunteered to help pay for it since everything costs a bazillion dollars these days. But I think it'll be useful. I think having a camera will help me see something new and interesting in something that seemed dull or lifeless beforehand and will allow me to capture more moments that I find noteworthy to share. It's very easy to forget something or it's importance, so being able to capture a moment on film will allow me to seal it in my memory. My dad did recently give me a video camera he hadn't touched in 7 years, but I highly doubt the instructions are anywhere nearby and it may not even be compatible with the computer I have. I will attempt to figure out how to use it though, but I am in no way technologically gifted so I cannot guarantee that that will ever happen. It would be interesting to make a video to post here, however, but who knows how long it would actually take to upload...
On another note, I follow a tennis player named Irina Falconi avidly because she's a brilliant writer. I used to get frustrated with her when she wouldn't post something in a span of a week, but now I understand. It's hard to actually find something to talk about. Also, she's busy making money and being famous and stuff and is undoubtedly exhausted at the end of every day, so it's reasonable that she wouldn't want to hop on the blogosphere as frequently as I desired.
I hope everybody is having a wonderful 2013 so far. I'll write again soon. And maybe I'll have some pictures.
Needless to say I don't have anything interesting to talk about. I haven't been on TV recently, I haven't left the city at all (I don't think I've left New York State since the school year started), and I haven't had an ample amount of time to go out and explore or revisit places I haven't been to in a while. And I don't think whining about school suffices as something of interest to whoever reads this. But if it is, by all means tell me. I promise you I am the #1 complainer in the world! Well, actually, hopefully I'm not. I would like to be remembered for holding different records.
I've requested a decent camera for my birthday this year, and I've volunteered to help pay for it since everything costs a bazillion dollars these days. But I think it'll be useful. I think having a camera will help me see something new and interesting in something that seemed dull or lifeless beforehand and will allow me to capture more moments that I find noteworthy to share. It's very easy to forget something or it's importance, so being able to capture a moment on film will allow me to seal it in my memory. My dad did recently give me a video camera he hadn't touched in 7 years, but I highly doubt the instructions are anywhere nearby and it may not even be compatible with the computer I have. I will attempt to figure out how to use it though, but I am in no way technologically gifted so I cannot guarantee that that will ever happen. It would be interesting to make a video to post here, however, but who knows how long it would actually take to upload...
On another note, I follow a tennis player named Irina Falconi avidly because she's a brilliant writer. I used to get frustrated with her when she wouldn't post something in a span of a week, but now I understand. It's hard to actually find something to talk about. Also, she's busy making money and being famous and stuff and is undoubtedly exhausted at the end of every day, so it's reasonable that she wouldn't want to hop on the blogosphere as frequently as I desired.
I hope everybody is having a wonderful 2013 so far. I'll write again soon. And maybe I'll have some pictures.
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