Somehow this last month has spiraled into a lack of responsibility for me. I haven\’t been on top of things as I used to be. Maybe it\’s distractions. A messed up sense of priorities. Instead of doing what I should do, I have been doing what I feel like doing. It\’s only times like this that I let my emotions guide me rather than my logic.

I am leaving for Pittsburgh in less than 10 days now. I lost the phone number to the professor that is storing my boxes. I can\’t find my sister\’s southwest rewards ticket (it was supposed to be in my boxes from Berkeley…somewhere). I haven\’t completed the stack of thank you cards I had on my desk. I never visted the graduate student instructor who has the philosophy final that I supposedly failed. And also to visit my grandmother whose computer has been having problems… So many things to do, or maybe it\’s just my perspective at the moment. It\’s not about leaving the Bay Area anymore. It\’s just…leaving Berkeley.

Today was my dad\’s first day at his new job. He seemed very uncomfortable about it. Being young, I saw the new job as a new beginning. He saw it almost like a death trap, an indication of his age. The years past. Despite getting two job offers, he chose this one for its location and \”supposed\” stability. I can\’t even imagine doing that at all. But here is one case where list of priorities are different…

Anyway, I wanted to test out my (\”stolen\”) dell speakers. So I started playing the Garden State soundtrack at full volume downstairs earlier this evening. I pointed the speakers toward my neighbors who threw a few parties that irritated my parents (yes my parents are the type of people that would have a squad car on your front lawn within 30 minutes of the noise disturbance). The speakers are good.