Saturday, September 23, 2006

Sometimes, I wonder if I believe in destiny, that we're all predestined to meet who we do and become who we are. It's a silly idea, sure, but I think the human life is so complex that things can't just occur by chance. I can't imagine my life without any of you, and it all seems by chance that I even met you guys.

If I didn't go to PV's office to tell them I didn't get my student directory, they wouldn't have found out I moved, and I would have gone to PV all three years. Which means, by now, I would have a voodoo shrine of JH. Most importantly, I wouldn't have met P (both of you).

If Carolyn had never gotten to know me, she would have still hated me. We would never have become best friends. I would have never met K through her.

In ninth grade, if Cam and I weren't put in the same health class, then be placed in seats that were right next to each other, would we have become friends or just passing acquaintances?

If you step back and think about it, if my parents never divorced and just hung on to their pathetic relationship, my mom would have never married my stepdad. I would have never come to SR. I would have stayed in LA, and maybe eventually go on to date James in highschool.

If I'd stayed in NY instead of moving here, how rich would I be by now from modeling?

B, if you weren't born with such abnormally large eyes, I would never have stared at you during orientation. And you wouldn't have become my first friend there.

So, I can't figure it out. Is life a string of accidents or are we all marching along our preordained road?

12 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aaaaaaaaaaww!
I think about that type of stuff too. Like if we didn't meet in the seventh grade, would I have chosen to sit next to you in math with Boveberg, and would we have become such good friends?
And sometimes other, bigger things too. Like what if I was born into a different suburban, San Ramon family? Would I be friends with myself? Or enemies? Or what.

11:33 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

this is weird. you're sitting right next to me on a stool, yet i'm choosing to comment on your blog instead of looking into your *faint* head. and honey, this ain't predestination, it's Gosh, Everyone Wants To And Must Meet Percia Before They Die Or Else They'll Be Deprived Of Joy...as calvin said. =P

p.s. heeeeheeee
p.p.s. YOU'RE fuzzy

6:53 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you're such an ass

6:53 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

nar

6:55 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you smell like your period. EW.

6:55 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh, and your head is HUGE. that's right. i said it. it's the size of a 12 lb bowling ball. FAT.

6:56 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh, and your head is HUGE. that's right. i said it. it's the size of a 12 lb bowling ball. FAT.

6:56 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

just kidding. ya'll ready for this..?

6:57 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, I guess my genes are just magical.

5:37 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wait...James was your diary.
So were you planning on dating your diary?

4:09 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Haha, no. I named by diary James because I had a crush on James in third grade.

4:52 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

B, your genes are magical. They're all...mage-like. Like Donovan or something. If he was alive.

4:53 PM

 

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