Memorable Quotes:
"Your place is gonna look all Hong Kong"
-Sergio's cynical prediction on how my place will be furnished, despite never having seen the unit or the furniture I have. So really, he just wanted to remind me that I'm Chinese.

Making it official

I'm pretty certain everyone knows by now but I figured I'd officially announce it (on a blog that no one visits anymore). I'm moving out. I'll be transplanting myself downtown. Officially, I'll have possession of the unit on August 1, but I probably won't move in until August 12. I originally wasn't expecting to move out until September or so, but the date kept getting bumped up. By the time it was finalized, my work schedule had been set in stone, so I gotta work around it.
Frankly, I'm not nearly as excited as I should be. I'm mainly just filled with anxieties, because it feels like I'm diving into the world of "being an adult" headfirst. I'm sure everyone else at my age has a grip on their lives, but I'm a few years behind as far as maturity and life experience goes. And that's even before I get into things like worrying about my budgeting, because that's a whole other world of pain.
Anyway, I'll probably have a small housewarming party once I'm settled in, but for now, I've got too much on my plate to worry about anything else.

What is this I don't even

I got an invite to join Google+ today. While I was messing around with it, I discovered in the photo albums that Google had taken the liberty of automatically gathering all the info associated with my account. That means all the photos from any blogs associated with my Google account automatically showed up.
There were a bunch of Mac photobooth pics that I don't remember at all. And these were kept on a blog that I don't remember keeping. The name of the blog rings a bell, but it doesn't exist anymore and if you asked me what I wrote about in that blog or when I had it, I wouldn't be able to tell you.

These were taken on the same night as the drunken podcast that Sergio, Matt and I did. You know, the one where Sergio pissed in a wine bottle then tried to convince us to hold it to feel how warm it was.

They're back

My family's been gone on a roadtrip for the past two weeks and finally came back today. I've become comfortable enough to the point where I didn't even bother lying about having people over for a barbecue, which is saying a lot because if you think I'm uptight about the house, think of me as Uptight Lite compared to them. Still, I'm not so comfortable that I'd tell them I'd been hot-boxing the bathroom for over a week. Thank God the smell's gone.

One of the many things they brought back for me was a sticker. It reads 'The Ass Family' and has a drawing of a stick-figure family...

It's uncanny; the older brother is Lazy Ass. It's almost like they made that sticker for me.

BBQ

The checklist:

-people showed up. Check. More people showed up than I expected, so I get bonus points on that.
-risk life and limb to bring down patio chairs from the little storage space in my garage. Check.
-homemade burgers, courtesy of Mark. Check.
-awesome mustard for wieners and burgers. Check.
-flowers from Owen? Sure. Check.
-annoying my neighbors with my music. Check.
-one obligatory Sapporo for Serge. Check.
-broken BBQ grill, to double the amount of time it would take to cook everything. Check.
-roasted corn. Fuck yeah. Check!
-watermelon. Double fuck yeah. Check.
-sacrificial altar to cut the watermelon. Check.
-makeshift ashtray for the smokers. Check.
-enough cigarettes for myself. Nope.
-enough alcohol for everyone. Check.
-fancy-pants ice cream. Check.
-used up nearly every plate in my house. Check.
-no parents. Check.

Yes, I'd say the BBQ was a success. Thanks to everyone that showed up!