Stuff keeps happening, doesn't it? Our house is being sold! Yaaaay! Of course, that had its own little fiasco too, so I'll be glad when it's all said and done...
Never let a relative of the buyer do your home inspection... They will try to screw you. Fact.
Yep, we got an offer on our house and got allllllll the way to the home inspection... Then on the report the inspector wrote that the ceiling in the garage was falling down, we had no insulation, and there were no vents in our roof. Which is funny, because I think I'd notice if the ceiling was falling down, I WATCHED them put insulation in the walls when we put the siding up, and I can see two vents in our roof from my bedroom window... What it actually is is: The garage ceiling needs more drywall fastenings... IF you're going to store stuff up there. There's not 12 inches of insulation in the attic (Whoopee. There's no law saying there has to be either). And finally, this inspector is either blind, can't count, or is a total and utter dick. I hope he gets his. >.> So we rejected their post-inspection offer of 10k below the already 10k under asking price offer from before... That's a really messy sentence. Their original offer before the home inspection was about 10k below asking price... Then they wanted ANOTHER 10k off for imagined and embellished faults with the house. Yeah, no.
So then they came back with their original offer again, and I kind of wanted to tell them to shove it somewhere unpleasant... But I REALLY want to get out of here... So we accepted that. Now we just have to wait for their financing to (hopefully) go through and then we can close. Then all that's left is flying out to Vegas for a week, picking a house, buying it, and then moving all our shit... I mean, valuable possessions.
-.-;
Yeah, yeah, I know. There's still A LOT to do... But I'm just happy the rest of it doesn't involve dealing with a jerk-wad buyer and his slimy house inspector relative.
I'm also happy to be done with my political science class. That was... Awful. And completely useless. Seriously. I will never use ANY of what I was supposed to learn in that class. Promise. (Which is actually a good thing because, as you might have guessed from the previous sentence, I didn't actually learn anything...)
So now I'm happily in an English Comp class and I don't think I've ever been so glad to write a normal bloody paper. And speak English instead of politics. For all those who say that English is the messiest, most complicated language of the world... Try politics. It'll screw you up bad. <-- like my English was there. ^.^
I also started taking my health a bit more seriously and began working out consistently. I feel better. OH! I've been knitting a lot too. Of course, that's kind of normal for me, but it's nice to have a relaxing hobby that's so rewarding.
So yeah. Life is good. Crazy, but good.
Ciao,
Lynx
"I would imagine that if you could understand Morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy."
--Mitch Hedberg
P.S: Because I kept forgetting... But here's a photo of the blanket I knitted for Christmas.
The quality kinda sucks though...
