Exploding Plant

For the past 3 nights, a plant in my living room (which belongs to Jack) has been EXPLODING.

Yes, that's right - we have an exploding plant. We go to sleep and when we come downstairs in the morning, there is a hole in the dirt of the plant's pot, and the dirt is strewn about in chaos and destruction.

We have absolutely no idea what's going on, but we even stationed a guard next to the plant last night, and he wasn't able to help (thanks for trying, Luke :) )

So far we have the following theories:

1. There is a critter living in/around the pot.


2. There is a ghost.


3. There is a demon in our house, and is acting out his aggressions against the plant.


4. Jack is actually sleep walking.

I'll keep this post up-to-date with any new information.

The weekend.

Before I start, in response to Jack's blog entry about only needing a half can of Red Bull to last for the entire day, I usually drink 2 full cans a day. 3 if I'm really tired. In my defense, I only drink the sugar free stuff, but let's face it, I'm going to die when I'm 50. Better start living it up!

In other news, I went down to So Cal for a day to see my brother graduate. UCI has an entirely different graduation process than Cal. First of all, they only give you so many tickets, and you can't request more. What does this mean? It means that since I attended the ceremony my Stepmother could not. LOLOLOLOL, hilarious. Secondly, they lump all of their Social Sciences departments into ONE ceremony. This meant there were over 900 graduates. Which meant over 900 people walked up to the stage, handed some professor their name card , had their name read over the speakers, and then walked to sit back down. Gah. Not so hilarious.

Anyway, congrats to my brother, now he has the daunting task of finding a job in this job market. I don't envy his situation right now.

After the ceremony I took a nap. That's not really part of the story, that's just what happened. In the evening we went to Todai - a sushi buffet in the Puente Hills Mall. If was good. I defenitely ate more than the $28 it cost me to enter the place. Sucks to be you, Todai!

Then, in the morning, as fast as I had arrived, I departed So Cal for home. The only thing I really missed was being able to see my high school friends. Ed, Haamed, Pam and Ray should all get a shout out because I'm sorry I didn't stay long enough to see them. The point I'm going to make however is that 24 hours is SUCH a good amount of time to stay with family. It's long enough to see my dad, mom and grandma, but short enough that they don't mention anything other than pleasantries. I never had to worry or stress while I was there, and I was back in the bay in time to hang out in the afternoon with some friends.

Finally, at the end of the weekend, I got sick. Then I got better. Wow, fast trip, fast sickness, fast recovery, I feel like my life is somehow stuck on fastfoward.

Finally settling in

This past weekend Jack, Rustom and I hoisted the TV up on the stand, ordered a rug, and almost put felt feet on our couch. The living room is mostly livable now, which is nice.

Also, I have all but finalized my room - I just need to return a defective Ikea chair (damnnnnn you Ikeaaaa!) for one that actually assembles correctly.

I want to see Star Trek!

Moving Day

Well, we finally started moving into our new place. After 5 years in the same apartment and 7 years in the same city, it's time to say goodbye to Berkeley. When I tell people that I'm moving, they all have the same questions to ask me.

Where are you moving to?...
Who are you moving with?...
How long have you been at your current place?...
WHAT????

Yes yes yes, I have been living in a cramped apartment for 5 years. Why is everyone so shocked when they hear that? Maybe it's because my apartment was small, maybe it's because I've been out of college for a couple years now, or maybe it's because people my age can't fathom staying in one place for more than 2 years.

Truth be told, I never minded this apartment. It was crowded, oftentimes very loud, and not that nice. But what did I expect? I lived 4 blocks away from a college campus, and this place is really targeted for students who need something temporary. The only thing that really mattered to me is the people with whom I spent my time. Actually, I will be continuing that sentiment as I move to Emeryville.

If I was smart and prudent, I would be moving to the South Bay now. My job is there, and I know I will be working for Google for at least a few more years. It makes the most sense to move down there, have a better commute, and not worry about catching shuttles, traffic, and hour and a half commutes. Instead I'm moving a couple miles away from Berkeley so I can stay close to the roommate I've had for 5 years and the friends that I rock out with almost every night.

When it comes down to it, this is the only thing I really want. If I moved to the South Bay, I would never see my friends, and my life would become EXTREMELY boring - working, sleeping, working, sleeping. who wants that???

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I also wanted to write about all the other changes that are happening now and in the near future, but maybe I'll save that one for when I'm at work.