List, the third.

So, in my boredom yesterday, I went through old files. Lo and behold, I found evidence of my former self at fourteen! It was gross, really. Like being sucked into an emo time machine, I sifted through the files with a look of utter disgust etching itself into my face. I remembered when my wall was plastered in posters of dudes sporting ‘guyliner’, hoodies and tight pants. Spending days amongst those posters, blasting music in my dank little room. Truly horrible. So many x’s, fake-“cool” screen names, and myspace pictures… so ghastly I’d probably only show the closest of friends. Instead, I’ll share a tiny bit of what I found!

Top five bands I used to like when I was fourteen

Wise, wise words.

p.s. Stop lurking. Start typing!

List List (List)

Another list!

I think I might post one everyday, actually.

Top five reasons why I'm Asian (but not really)

Got some for your stank ass father.

So it’s 8.32 pm right now. Day one of being eighteen (edit: holy fuck, just checked. It's actually day two). A lot of people look forward to this day, but honestly, I think it’s wasted on me. I hate birthdays… but that’s another thing entirely. Since I’ve deactivated facebook and have, therefore, detached myself from the world as I know it, I guess this blog will have to suffice (though I don’t really mind being detached, actually). I felt it was necessary to document this point in time. Right here, right now. Maybe I’ll look back and feel disgust at how horribly naïve, and just plain lame I once was. Maybe I’ll look back and think “fuck yeah, I was awesome then, and I’m awesome now.” I’m hoping things turn out to be the latter.

Since I’ve been reading bits of “High Fidelity” lately, I thought up a list. Here it is.


Monica’s top three musical influences of 2010