Last week was my asian persuasion friend’s birthday party (Happy Birthday Wai-Wai). So, to celebrate, we did a potluck and played board games at a friend’s house. How ’bout we guys got our culos spanked by the ladies! Dammit Chloe! Twice! Suffice it to say, we got our Cranium tails lambasted.
Afterwards, we played Rock Band (which might as well be called Crack Band) on PS3. I’ve played Guitar Hero once before, and found it to be surprisingly entertaining – and addictive. Well…Crack Band is just as addictive, if not more. In Crack Band, you can either play the bass or lead guitar, the drums, or sing. It’s pretty damn cool. I can’t believe I am saying this, but it wasn’t a bad way to spend a Sunday night. Maybe the geeks are onto something with these interactive games. It seems like less emphasis has been placed on graphics and more on gameplay nowadays. I like the change.
I brought some mean mac n’ cheese that seemed to turn out decent enough.
I am off to the Big Manzana later today to capitalize on a complementary round-trip ticket that was awarded to me after I was anally raped by Airtran last year. I had until the 23rd of July of this year to use it – and what do you know? I use it the very last weekend that I possibly can.
Anyways, this trip will be a good mini-break for me. For the past few weeks, I have been searching for condos like a madman. Last Saturday alone I saw nearly 15 different properties. I like lofts better than condos. They have higher ceilings, are more spacious, and are more unique. To me, a typical condo feels too much like an apartment. Anyways, as we speak right now, I am in negotiations with a builder for one of his loft units. We have gone back and forth on the pricing and seem to be headed toward some sort of resolution. I am hoping to get it resolved before I head out to the airport.
I definitely was feeling buyer’s remorse yesterday for a few hours after I sent out the 1st draft of the contract. Even though I felt comfortable with my decision, it was hard not having second thoughts seeing that I was making quite possibly the biggest financial decision of my life. Well…when I put it to myself like that…it made me want to renege. But, I stuck with my guns and pulled the trigger. Now, it’s all about reaching some sort of agreement between the builder and myself.
If this deal goes through, I got nothing but engineering to thank for this (well…that…and God…and family…and friends). As much as I have ragged on engineers and the field of engineering in the past, so much of what I have gained in the past 3 years I owe to engineering. Engineering has given me opportunities to succeed in life and procure the type of things I not so long ago thought were unattainable. I mean, 1 year ago I had no car, lived at home with my ‘rents, and wasn’t exactly sure what the hell was going on in my life. Fast forward a year later, and here I am on the verge of purchasing my own condo. This is some surreal shit.
When you try so damn hard to make a decent bit out of very little, you tend to lose perspective on things because you are so focused. Sometimes, I have to remind myself how much of a struggle it was to get to this point. It is almost incomprehensible that it may take me 3 years to do what my parents needed 25 to do. That absolutely blows my mind.
If we come to some sort of agreement that the builder and myself both deem kosher, then my next worry will be deciding on a mortgage lender. That has already given me enough headaches.
Anyways, off to the Big Apple I go. Kati rolls, falafels, and PBR await me.
It’s only been 2 months, but it’s felt like forever since I’ve been to the airport. Odd. I know.