You regret the most what you never got to do.

I returned to Berkeley a little after 1 am. The return to a normal life was incredibly depressing. Before I even entered my apartment, I could feel the rush of the emotions that I had been able to escape from for the weekend. The anger had returned once I stepped on the hardwood floor. The sorrow immersed me in tears when I sat down. The frusturation grew once again...near my toes. I guess now I am afraid of showing my emotions. I believe what I want to believe, but I don't believe what I feel. Depressing, isn't it?

Let's mention this again...what Arden so bluntly stated: "Do you feel sad when you get splashback?"
:D!!!!!!!!
Yes, I do. I do I do!!!

I pushed my sister awake around 11, but she just mumbled something and turned back to sleep. I pounced on her computer to work on my paper. I was able to squeeze two more pages in. Not bad. Then Doreen took me to Canyon Vista. I called up Mike from there. Yes, Mike of Torrance. The day before, I had felt a bit out...and dunno...reluctant to socialize. Memories of those bittersweet times. Uf, I hope he didn't feel that uncomfy. Then we visited Greg. The smiley guy from Revelle. Obessed with cars? Yes. I have been surprised and surprised once and again with my sis' friends.

Unfortunately, my Southwest flight got delayed for an hour when I checked its status online. It wasn't because of the rain...but because they were doing some maintenance on the plane. I suppose precautions must be taken because of the plane that went down earlier in the day. Sad, really. It's like another aftershock of the attacks. Quite naturally, the flight got delayed for nearly two hours. Sophia, another one of my sis' friends, drove me to the airport after a mixup with Thomas and Angie. Favors are risky. Asking someone for a favor means that you're indebted to them forever.

And I finally returned to my apartment at 1:30 am.

UCSD was simply cool! :D