Lost in Translation: Acorns keep falling on my head, but that doesn't mean......

Forewarning: Tyler and I just came back from a bar, so this post is a bit impulsive. It was a drunken rumination of the past four years spent at Berkeley, primarily conversing about how we will miss the food at Berkeley, our friends, and the food at Berkeley (if you haven't been here, you need to; Berkeley has every ethnic cuisine you can imagine).We spent this past week lazily relaxing at Tyler's parent's house, seriously salvaging the last of the free time we'll have for a while and the last (unfortunately) time of really being able to hang out with his parents.

We were both forced to walk at our graduation ceremonies last week (thank you family), and guess what? graduation was boring as presumed. However, our families finally met (I know; it only took three years). The number of times we thanked the Lord that day is truly unfathomable; with gloomy skies and sporadic rain clouds hovering over our heads all day, we thought it was going to downpour during my graduation (which took place in an outside auditorium). Even with that 70% chance of rain and the winds blowing my family back to San Diego and his grandparents back to Hawaii, they came, they sat, and they fell asleep. Devotion? I think so. (By the way, remarkably, it only rained before and after the ceremony).

Afterwards, our families and some of our friends came together for dinner at one of the few places at Cal that is able to hold 20 people in one sitting area; luckily, the food was pretty good too. My family acted psychotic per usual and did not attempt to hide their craziness, but I love them for it. No one was really able to chat as intimately as much as I had hoped, but it was too idealistic given the size of our party. However, it was a stepping stone to what might actually be a good familial relationship. In retrospect, we thought my family would never accept me dating someone who isn't Chaldean, and therefore, would attempt to kill me when finding out. It appears, though, that I am still alive and they still love me; miraculous things can happen when you take risks.

Now, we move; we have been selling our furniture on Craigslist for the past couple of days and have been making quite the profit. We were actually considering doing this for a living. We joke, we joke (parents: we were just kidding... you can calm down now hehe). Packing is actually not that difficult, and it's probably because Tyler's ten thousand boxes of books are already stored away. Next Thursday we will begin the next saga of our lives to Mississippi. For some reason, I have a good feeling about this.

OH. okay. I haven't included any pics in a while: