so i think we've agreed on a price! the next counteroffer came in this morning, and the gap between the two offers was $12K. so i then decided to make my agent do some work. i asked him to call up the seller's agent and just hash it out verbally. after a few hours, they closed the gap, and they met in the middle, cutting the $12K gap exactly in half. not bad. so i am satisfied with this price, and today, i locked in my interest rate (4.75% with one point) with wells fargo.
*phew*
so it took me exactly one week to figure out i wanted to buy the place and to come to a deal with the sellers. not bad, eh?
AND, my electronic cigarette came in! last night, i met up with jennie at red mango in valley fair, and while i was rushing from one end of the mall to the other, i passed by the smoking everywhere kiosk. when we finished eating our yogurt, the kiosk was still open, so i took a look at the product. the dude manning it was this suave european dude, and he let me take a few puffs of it. it tasted sort of sweet, and it didn't give me any sensation of smoking (that sickly high), so we'll see if it can replace real cigarettes. anyways, i'm willing to try it out, and i do want to switch wholeheartedly to save my lungs.
anyways, it's been a busy day of negotiating and stuff. not only did i have my agent deal with the sellers, i also shopped around (wells fargo and chase jp morgan) for interest rates. i'm tired. homebuying is quite a process! and i know that there is a lot more to come. there's disclosures, the real loan process, closing, etc.
i am SO glad megan is gone on AI! now the real competition can continue. simon was so rude to her, though, but i guess she had it coming when she said that she didn't care about simon's opinion. ha! anoop's in trouble, though, because the judges have already said that they won't save him if he's voted off.
basketball was so-so today. i made only a few jumpers, and they defended (or, rather, respected) me pretty well. the moment i got the ball, i was swarmed by two defenders, so i didn't get much of an opportunity to shoot. i made a few turnovers (bad passes), but overall, i got a good workout. and that's what matters the most, right?
i'm wearing a 16-year-old t-shirt today. it's a front 242 (do any of you guys know them?) concert shirt from 1993, from their "up evil" tour during my freshman year of college. i went with my texan buddy ken, and their opening act was this band called ethyl meatplow. during EM's performance, the lead singer wasn't wearing pants or underwear, and he was masturbating while singing, and they had topless women kissing, and then, two guys stripped naked and started performing fellatio on each other. ken was horrified. unfortunately, since i was expecting moshing, i didn't wear my glasses, so i couldn't see the sex acts onstage clearly. (i say "unfortunately" because that stuff, gay or not, doesn't bother me. i would have liked to have seen that spectacle.) ah, sex and rock 'n roll.
last night, i had a dream within a dream. i dreamt that i was dreaming that i was spitting, and then, i dreamt that i spit on my blanket in "real life." recursive dreams are weird. but honestly, i'm really afraid that i'll dream that i'm doing a physical act, and i'll do it for real. obviously, the most terrified of shitting in my bed. i've already peed once in the past months, so taking a dump isn't that outlandishly impossible.
ok, i gotta go. got a going away party for hiroshi and joy (*tear* they're moving back to hawaii), and i need to go home first to tape _hell's kitchen_ (i'll watch _the office_ online, i guess) and get gas. i hope my deal closes successfully, and wish me a swift closing process!