This has been a fun filled weekend. I am convinced I am not the only one who is discontent with his roommates. The lack of privacy and alone time do drive me crazy sometimes. My roommates are both only child, sort of. One of them is an only child, while the other one is the only male child in the family. In addition, I am also an only child. Therefore, you can probably guess how demanding and conceited each of us can be. It was really nice stepping out of Berkeley and went somewhere somewhat familiar to where I spent my adolescence years. By familiar, I mean the fast food. There are absolutely no junk food restaurants around Berkeley. If you crave something greasy and nasty, you need to take a bus! For example, Starbucks is everywhere right? Well, at Berkeley, you need to hike to the other side of the campus in order to get to the Starbucks. This just shows you how barren I feel when I am here. 
My roommates are my frenemies. They are sometimes the best roommates you can ask for, but most of the time messengers of Hell. This just reminds me how good I have it at home and I really appreciate all of my friends. I guess it was too audacious of me to think getting random roommates is a good thing. It is good that I did get random roommates, because I discovered I am very much afraid of confronting even though I am a loud mouth bitch. I am beginning to strongly believe that I am not the biggest bitch in the room, SOMETIMES. I like the fact my roommates have no problem telling me off when I do something wrong, and they insist on keeping the room clean and tidy. On the other hand, one of my roommates is very inconsiderate and only thinks of himself. For example, I am the type of person that loves to procrastinate. I do my homework late at night because I wasted many hours on the sinful internet. He would say “Why didn’t you do your shits earlier?” and he would want me to turn the light away from the book I am reading because he can’t sleep. I did turn the light away because I am courteous and I didn’t want to bother him. However, when I came back really tired from the fun filled weekend, he decided to be a Prima Donna again! I was peacefully napping because I only slept for 4 hours last night and he decided to kick his drawers because he is putting things away. I should probably do the same thing tonight and annoy the shit out of him. 
When I stepped out of Amtrak today, I found something very disturbing. The government decided it was nice to paint “Welcome back” on the wall. I find it appalling. What does Welcome back mean? Back to home? Or back to Hell!? Home is where the heart is, and the heart resides in Arcadia. My tiny little black heart refuses to move itself away from a place called Arcadia. The trip- 
The trip itself took quite a bit of planning and the execution was quite stressful and painful. I for one will never take Greyhound again if there is good alternative. 
Hamster was cute, and I loved to play with it. His name is fatass, but he really isn’t fat. 
El Fin. | 
