I wanna be cool.

All the cool kids have blogs, so I'd like to be a poser and write on a public forum also. And if my grammar is annoying, just don't read it. I honestly don't understand commas. So if you can accept me for my incorrect comma usage then I guess we can continue being friends. I know this means the end of my friendship with Ryan, so, I'm, a little, sad, about, that.
I very much enjoy writing. I think through writing. I have discovered that I'm most positive when I write. I can write a journal entry riddled with complaints and still it ends with a silver lining. My journal is my therapist. Though many people edit their journals, sparing many details in case their posterity gets the wrong idea, I do not. It's all the raw subjective truth in the moment. That's why I'm probably the only one who isn't offended by my journal.
I'm actually writing this entry on my fancy new iPhone. It's taken years to reach this level. My parents always have had to test how long I can go without losing my phone permanently. I lose it temporarily regularly, most of my phone calls from friends being the result of an effort to locate this little black rectangle. And though a smart phone makes me less of a person, since eye contact becomes rare with the world at your fingertips, I'm excited at the prospect of joining the circle of the technologically savvy. "Roman had an okay day and bought a Coke Zero at the gas station. Raise the roof." My request is to please bear with me in my imperfect delivery over a device that is smarter than me. Siri can be quite the smart aleck.
Lastly, I'll probably reflect on this blog at unspeakable hours of the night due to my job as a graveyard staff. It's fun to finally embrace my nocturnal nature. It's an exciting conflict, to feel rebellious and responsible all at one time.
Thank you to the inspiration to do a cool blog, namely Todd, Ryan, and Tracy. Here goes nothing.