Mere Sentiments

The only thing I'm really going to miss when I leave from San Jose is my room here at my grandparents' house. It's always messy but it's so awesome. I like how my windows face the front yard and my little desk in front of the side window. I don't think I'm going to be able to set up a room quite so cozy once I move back to Gustine. The room I'm moving into is too awkward to arrange properly.

My fingernails are way too long.

I'm excited about going to Mexico this summer. It's so amazing how quickly things can change when you make yourself vulnerable to change. To resist it is to ignore any possibility. But giving in can be so much more refreshing than resisting can be. Surrender has somehow become so beautiful... I love the fact that probability is so ridiculous. What are the odds? Odds are enhanced by the resistance in our natural tendencies. But in the end they're worthless. Maybe not in poker or in Vegas but in life I've found that odds don't stand a chance against reality. Statistics are excuses with numbers. There is no better loss than to lose myself in You What are the chances David would get a girlfriend? What are the odds that Anthony would get a myspace? What probability was it that Nathan would marry Janine? One hundred percent. There is a reason, therefore, there is an inevitability. Well, maybe no reason for Anthony's myspace...

Either way.

I'm trying to organize my responsibilities in this wedding. The bachelor parties and the speech. I think we've got the first party arranged pretty well, but as for the second one I think it's going to have to receive some attention from Dan, DT, and me forthwith.