Téléphone Portable #SPECIAL

NEW YEARS' RESOLUTIONS FOR 2010:

• To be a better person so people can see me as a better person. Then I could get laid.
• To finish this list.
  

Téléphone Portable #Pupil

History will repeat because the present won't repent.

I am too busy to blog. I've been sleeping on a floor every since I got home. Last night I puked. Too much puke decided to escape the dark abyss that is my stomach.

Téléphone Portable #Anxiety

You don't approve of honest criticism, do you? Feign all of your individualism all you want, but that caffeine and nicotine won't you do you any good in actually finding yourself. I spent too much of my teenage life analyzing other people. I was always proud of who I wasn't, not who I am. Stuck to this motto for years. I developed my habits unknowingly. No forcing.

Téléphone Portable #Brittle

I am a brother.

Téléphone Portable #Bashful

I won't take you seriously if:

• You listen to Asian pop music if you're not Asian.
• You wear "candi" on the daily.
• You use double (or more) negatives in your speech.
• You type like a moron or a 13 year-old.
• You practically live at a mall.
• You wear Ed Hardy.
• You wear everything American Apparel.

Yeah, I am judgmental.

Cell Phone #Ugly

I don't like that Tumblr, because no one really posts up their own shit. It's all taken from other peoples' Tumblrs, leading to a Tumblr domino effect. I will call this tumblring, a metaphor for following.

My sister once told me that crazy, artsy and "different" is "in". Do people really have to stoop so low as to feigning their own personality? It's bullshit. I know this is going to sound familiar and annoying, but people are too fake. It's ugly knowing that you're uncomfortable with who you are. Ugly, when I know crazy could go so far. What's funny is that in the long run, you're better off faking.

I don't know what I am talking about. I am a spoiled kid.

Cell Phone #Resisting

I can't concentrate on studying. I am going to fail my finals, and drop out of school. Hoorah!

Cell Phone #Stubborn

Deny what I say, because we know you won't change.

Cell Phone #Spoil

Crazy is as crazy does.

Cell Phone #Turk

I read my old blogs and noticed how similar they all are. I feel stupid writing about technology, but I've never been able to keep up with a real journal because I can't read my own handwriting sometimes, and entries just end up turning out to be sketches and doodles. What has changed is that I stopped complaining about fashion, high school stuff, love-related stuff, and dreams. I stopped recording my dreams because there are so many ways to interpret them. Blahblah, I have an essay to write so I am just going to stop.

...To be continued.

Cell Phone #Pretty

I skipped the last post because it was my 100th.

Cell Phone #Us

Call me gay, but I've been listening to Joanna Newsom. She's hot.

Recently, I purchased a book of poems called "The Animals" by Richard Grossman. Each poem tells of how a certain animal suffers, just like humans. Although I have not finished reading it, it reminds me of how we share the same problems. That boy doesn't love me, my parents are miserable, I'm not pretty enough are all branches of our misery. There are worries everywhere.

Cell Phone #Herald

Every Tuesday, in San Francisco, there is an air-raid siren that goes off at 12 p.m. I wake up to it and smile.

Cell Phone #Cosmos

Everything suffers.