Interesting how the human mind works. You give a mouse a cookie, he wants the milk. All I can say is--I'm wanting the milk.
Everything is more colorful after the rain. Perhaps it's an example of the adaptation-level phenomenon. Or would it be relative deprivation principle? The color after contrasts with the bleak before. It turns out I'm going to the interview for the Regents' and Chancellors' Scholarship on March 3, 2004. Hooray for Berkeley, which I most likely will not attend anyway. If I do, then I can wear these pants that are blue with yellow stuff going down the side, since those are the Berkeley colors. Otherwise, I'll have to add more cardinal and tree-related clothing to my wardrobe. I've learned to appreciate those gymnosperms and angiosperms that we've all come to know so well in the past two days. A part of me wishes to be in third period bio. Even though people tell me third period is infinitely less intelligent, I still know more people in there than I do in seventh period. Should that tell me something about the people I know? Hopefully not. And plus, Jirair being in the class doesn't make a difference. He's been absent more days than he's been at school. I'm probably least happy in AP Bio, since absolutely none of my good friends are in there. It feels a bit like freshman year. Did I err in taking AP Physics junior year? Was it worth the pride and 5 and top gun status? I have to say: yes.
I was playing La Valse d'Amelie again tonight. I like playing that song, it seems to facilitate undirected thought, which is my personal favorite. I couldn't help thinking about the future. I try not to, because I don't like change. But it happened anyway. So if you don't like the future, immediately close this window or stop reading. I would rather have waited until the end to say this to everyone, but I fear long-term memory is not one of my strongest attributes. You can count on me to be reminding you guys of this later, and if not then you should remind me to remind you. This concerns everyone, because we all eventually go to college, but it immediately concerns my fellow seniors. Everyone needs to resist change as much as possible. Choose your college friends carefully, because I know that your friends have a large influence on who you are. [and for that, I am thankful that I have friends such as those shown above and others who I just don't have good pictures of] You're all great as you are now. Please try to change as little as possible. Don't let stress get to you. Remember how to laugh. Don't let your college peers coerce you into becoming someone else. I hope that warning of the consequences of drugs and alcohol is unnecessary. If you do change, please make sure it's for the better before you do. My romantic side [as in Don Quixote, not ... hearty lovey romantic] wants us to never change. But change is inevitable. So when you're in college, make sure you do some introspection every once in a while and make sure that there's still the same ol' Andy, the same ol' Aaron, the same ol' Emily, the same ol' Melissa somewhere inside. Remember how to be a kid.