I had a different post, but I think it would be too hurtful.

Some days, I want ice running through my veins. How easy life must be for those who don't feel anything... how they must cruise through life. Sometimes I wish I was an old white man, because they don't seem to have any sort of conscience or emotions whatsoever (see Enron).

Finally catching up with Joyce today. Lunch at Dojo.

I'm broken, and I rebuild.

I am in middle school, and there is a new boy in town. He looks like me, but is nothing like me, I think. I am dismayed when people immediately pair us together. Like with like.

I develop a distinct dislike of this new boy, mostly based on the assumption that we are meant for each other solely because we are both Chinese, partly because he appears immature to my disdainful 13 year old eyes.

We are both older now, and there is an uneasy truce, but I look back on this with multiple emotions careening through me, wild. I am sad for the ignorance--when there is a new white boy in town, I am never connected to him. I am angry for allowing others to influence my emotions. I am frustrated with wanting to be different. I don't know what to feel, and I am glad those years are over.

He is still a bit of an asshole, though.

I finished my final today and walked into spare drops of rain. Outside, the air oppressed gray.

Imogen Heap sings waves of detached beauty through my speakers.

I am flippant and morbid and depressed and ecstatic.

It's too much, sometimes.

This is such an important film:

An Inconvenient Truth

Unfortunately, I fear that the only people who will see this are those who are already aware of the global warming crisis.