Saturday, January 29, 2011

Profession of Hatred

Just thought that I should put into writing a truth that has defined my existence since forever:

I hate clothes shopping.

Clothes are, in of themselves, alright...and I will stoop so far as to admit that it's fun to find something that I feel comfortable in or that I think looks good on me.  But, shopping for them is pain. Pain. Whenever I find myself in need of some new clothing, be it a new pair of jeans to replace an old and ratty pair, or a new dress shirt to wear in the place of one that lost a fight with a bowl of spaghetti, the process of shopping for my new article of clothing is inevitably about twenty times longer than it should be.  If that weren't bad enough, this ridiculously long process rarely results in my obtaining all the items I need.  Therefore, it is loathed by yours truly.

For example, looking for a shirt usually goes something like this:
  1. Found a shirt in the style I was looking for...but all the colors left are in garish hues such as lime green and hot pink.
  2. Hey, here's some properly colored shirts...but the styles make them look like they were designed by a drunken clothing artist who was also on crack at the time. 
  3. Oh look, here are some shirts that are exactly what I was looking for, with good style and color...but they're all XL, XXL, XXXL, or XXXXXXXXXL.
  4. Gasp...I'll never find what I was looking for...HEY!! I think this one will work!!! (reads price) SIXTY BUCKS FOR A LOUSY T-SHIRT?!?!
  5. All hope is lost, I'll never...whoa...WHOA. THIS SHIRT. THIS SHIRT IS THE RIGHT STYLE AND COLOR...IT'S A MEDIUM...AND IT'S ON SALE FOR A RESPECTABLE PRICE!!!!!
  6. Better go try this on just to make sure (does so).  Well, whaddya know...this shirt is baggier/tighter than a medium should be, and it fits in an awkward way that makes me look (fill in the blank with an adjective of your choice that has the general idea of "stupid")
Of course, I'm posting this because I went clothes shopping today. It wasn't as bad as it usually is, because this time Andrew and my dad put in requests for clothes.  Thus, I got Andrew and my dad a combined total of about $120 worth in clothes, and only $18 for myself.  Why?  Well, part of it was that I wasn't the one paying for the clothes, so the money had nothing really to do with it (though all their clothes were for really good prices, being on sale and/or clearance).  No, the real reason I got them so much is they're bigger than me...so all those way-too-big shirts are just right on them! :D

So yes, when clothes shopping is productive, I don't mind it as much.  But the fact still remains, clothes shopping bears the mark of my hatred.

A Different Me

Well hello there, strange blogger world of my youth.  It has been quite a while since we last met. So long, in fact, that I have aged about two and a half years...and am thus an old geezer now.  Alas and alack, such is the way of life.

As a result of my newfound geezer-dom, my blogging shall be quite different from what it was.  Less article-like, and now geared towards being written more than towards being read.  Oh, and it will also tend to avoid the long rambles I had a penchant for back in the day.  Don't know if I'll ever feel comfortable writing a journal that everyone can read, but I definitely need some new outlet for my thoughts.  Consider yourself warned!

Anyhow, for those of you that may be wondering, this sudden return to blogging comes as a result of nostalgia for days long ago; a nostalgia brought about by the timely reminder of some fans of stupid lego videos I may or may not have had a part in :) (told you I was a geezer!).  Turns out, going back to my blog to re-watch the director's cut of the timeless classic and checking out Face to the Sunshine's new and improved blog reminded me of just how much fun I had....and made me realize that blogging could be just the outlet I need, since I have the very uncharacteristic urge to write a journal but feel like that would make me lose some serious man-points.  Along with the fact that I type faster than I write.

Plus, this will be the perfect release area for the next installment of aforementioned stupid lego videos. >:D

Let's see how long this blogging urge lasts...until it runs out, prepare for a different Zuzusmoosher.

(P.S--My background has a picture of cells under a microscope.  It is thus 1000x more awesome.)

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Nicholas...Nickleby?

Here's that big, meaty, and juicy post I promised you. I think it's long overdue.

So, just by way of introduction to this soon-to-be-hefty post, three weeks ago my family took a small camping trip up in the White Mountains for a few days. It was just a time to relax and lie around, so we didn't do very much, but one thing we did do was check out this "Antique Book Store" that was right next to the campground. Book shopping and video game shopping are the only two times you will ever see me actually enjoying shopping, and this book shopping was no exception. I think I could have spent hours in that shop, just looking at the beautiful old books lined up on the shelf. I actually did spend hours in the shop, and got a book I've been looking for for a while (an old hardbound copy of all the Leatherstocking Tales, though that's a post for another day). So, since pretty much all of my family enjoyed the book shopping, we checked out another little book store nearby, where I got a two-volume copy of Charles Dickens' Nicholas Nickleby (I picked the book because I like Dickens' work and I figured a book with my name on the cover couldn't be too bad :D).

Ok, now to the meaty goodness of the post.

I should hope you've at least heard of Charles Dickens, though you should've read one of his books as well. So, under the assumption that you have not lacked a decent education in literature, I will merely say that he wrote classics that were both very popular when he wrote them and still are decently popular, considering their age. Why were his books so popular?

Well, to really understand that, you'd need to read his writing. Just make sure it's unabridged.

Dickens always writes with a certain sympathy for the common, downtrodden person, and usually always assumes such a person's viewpoint for his story. So, since most of us are common people, we can all sympathize with the character and go through their struggles as if they were our own.

But, for me at least, the best part of Dickens' writing isn't what he writes, it's how he writes.

When Dickens describes a character, he doesn't make the mistake of most other authors by giving a long, painstaking description of how they look, of what they like to do, of the way they think, and so forth. He does give some description, of course, but as to the person's character, he generally gives you a little hint as to what they're like, and then lets the way they behave in the story show you exactly what they're like.

And when it comes to the main character, he lets you know exactly what he's like to the point where it seems like you no longer are entering the main character's head, he's entering yours. Sounds strange when put like that, but really what I mean is you so fully sympathize and empathize with the character, that when you begin to react in the same way as the character to different situations that arise, you wonder whether it's because you always would have reacted like that, or because you're so fully bonded with the character that you feel his triumphs and despairs as keenly as if they were your own.

Dickens also tends to over-emphasize his characters' traits, stressing one aspect of their personality as much as possible. It would seem at first that this would be annoying, but in reality, it's so like real life, with each person having some unusual aspect to them, that the characters become very believeable and real. And it also adds a little humor to what would otherwise be a very dry character.

Speaking of humor, I think I found the genius version of my own.

Although I hate putting myself in any way, shape, or form on the same plane as a literary genius like Dickens, I have to say, at times his humor reminded me of something I'd add into a more humorous post. He injects a subtle sarcasm, a manner of stating something with perfect seriousness that you know isn't serious by the sheer ridiculousness of it, a way of indirectly stating word-for-word what the person said without actually quoting them, a tendency to have certain characters make fun of themselves or people outside the book in a subtle yet obvious way (by the way, the only one of those aspects listed above that I claim any tie to is the slight sarcasm). Dickens also likes to make up his own words to explain something in that one word that would either have taken much longer to explain or would never have added the same mildly sarcastic humor to the statment (a couple of my favorites are "...after much speechifying..." and "...how the accused man evilly, cruelly, dastardly, and otherwise evil-adverbiously deceive such-and-such a person...") I mean, how often are you going to read a 19th-century author using words that you'd usually make up when joking around with friends?

Good stuff.

So yeah, I finished that 999-page, two-volume hardbound copy of Nicholas Nickleby a couple weeks ago. Very good reading, although if you're reading Dickens for the first time I'd suggest A Tale of Two Cities first. It's shorter, more action-packed and just as excellently written (that book is actually how I found out I liked Dickens' work so much).

Thus, if you find yourself wondering what kind of book to read next, take my suggestion, grab one of Charles Dickens' books, it'll be worth it.

Your Eyes Do Not Decieve You...

Whoa.

What's this? What could it mean? Where did it come from? How did it get here?

Is it...Could it be...A post?!

Yes, it is! Oh the joy that floods within your soul as you gaze upon this long-lost treasure that has eluded you for so long! At last, after more than two long months, this wondrous item has resurfaced once more! You kick your reading into high gear, ready to swallow up whatever you can glean from it, before it too disappears into oblivion...

No, I don't actually think that you're really that excited. In fact, if you're reading this, I'd be surprised that you even bothered to check this blog anymore.

Anyway, where to begin, where to begin. Hmmmmmm. So many choices, so much bloggable goodness. So little time...

Ah, well, I suppose that I should probably give at least one reason for my absence...

So yeah, I've been very busy recently working on a cure for cancer.

...Really.

No, I'm not joking. This is actually perfectly honest. Well, perfectly honest when you take into consideration that this isn't my cure for cancer, I'm working for the doctor working on this intended cure. But I still am working on a cure for cancer.

Yep. Remember that job I mentioned earlier, about working in a research lab in the summer? Well, now it's summer, and now I'm working in the lab. Every day since Monday, I've been waking up around 6:45, driving to the train station at Sullivan Square, and riding the train to the research lab at Brigham and Women's Hospital so that I can get there by 9:00 and leave around six.

Guess how much I make every day? Somewhere around -$10.00 a day.

Yes, that's a negative sign. I have no experience in lab work, and only a high school education, so it would be near impossible to get a paying job like this right now. So, what with parking and train tickets and gas, I end up losing more than $10 every day. But, on the plus side, I'm learning tons (I already filled up 11 pages of notes in my four days there!). And I'm also learning how much I like the medical field. I'm actually enjoying all the time and money I'm putting into it. I see it kinda like a free summer course. I'm learning more than I could have had I signed up for a normal summer course, and I'm getting job experience to boot, which will look great for medical school and will help me land a paying job in the near future.

However, in the process, I'm waking up really early and coming home around 7 or 8. Not too fun, and that leaves me with almost no time.

So, sorry about that rambling, somewhat aimless and rather self-centered post. But I gotta start somewhere, y'know.

Big, meaty, and juicy post in the works.

Monday, April 21, 2008

I'm Back Again! Now Bye!

Yes, I've been gone.

Yes, I've apologized many times about being gone without doing anything about it.

Yes, I have excuses.

Yes, I'm going away again.

I haven't had any time for blogging whatsoever, what with a Calculus AP test coming in three Wednesdays, a violin piece to nail down before our school's French Café night, two plays to nail down for the same, a drama performance following that, a choral performance on the same night, and fundraisers every weekend for my class's senior trip.

Speaking of which, I'll be gone tomorrow at 2 pm and on my way to sunny California, not to return until late next Wednesday night.

Which means I'll only have a day and a half to nail down the violin piece and the two plays for French Café. Only four days after that to finish reviewing for the Calculus AP exam (a lot rides on my doing well on this test: if i get a high enough grade, I don't have to take the course in college). Only a week or two after that for Fine Arts night. And then I graduate, have the month of June off, and start work in Boston on July 1st, go on a missionary trip to Nova Scotia on the 2nd week of July, come back and work, and, come the end of August, start college.

Whoop-dee-do.

If you see very much of me on this blog, savor it, cuz it'll be a rare ocurrance.

Sorry 'bout that.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

WaHoo!

Just a somewhat late update on some important events for me.

Last Friday, I got the two things I've been wanting (and at times felt like I was needing) for a long, long time. Two things that open up worlds of new freedom--Driver's license and a cell phone.

So yes, I am quite happy right now.

And I'm cured of my stomach sickness, so I'm even happier.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Sigh, Gasp, Moan, Groan

Finally able to make it to school today after having the stomach bug from Sunday night to yesterday.

Missed homework waiting for me. Test tomorrow on notes I only caught up on today. Stomach still kinda queasy.

Despair...hopelessness...utter loss............not really, but still.

So, though I want to post, all you're getting is:

*sighgaspmoangroan*