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[kittydesade]

9. Zwischen welchen Jahren gab es zwei deutsche Staaten? Zwischen 1949 und 1990 gab es zwei deutsche Staaten.
10. Was wollte John F. Kennedy zeigen, als er sagte: "Ich bin ein Berliner"? Er wollte zeigen die Solidarität des Westens mit den Berlinern.
11. Warum wollte Deutschland Mitglied der Europäischen Gemeinschaft werden? ....I may be overthinking this question. My answers tend to involve economic factors, standard of living, GDP and other things I don't know how to say in German. Um.
12. Wer waren die ersten Mitglieder der westlichen Wirtschaftsunion? ... Ich glaube, Deutschland, Belgien, Frankreich, Italien, Luxemburg, und die Niederlande?
13. Warum demonstrierten viele Menschen 1989 in der DDR? Sie wollten mehr individuelle Freiheit.
14. Mit welchem Wort beschreibt das Lesestück die Revolution in Leipzig? ... Friedlich Demonstration?
15. Bei der Vereinigung der beiden deutschen Staaten gibt es auch heute noch Probleme. Was für Probleme sind das? ... When this book was written or now? Heh. Kulturelle unterschiede, ich glaube. Jetzt, die Wirtschaft.


... there was going to be a pile of bitching here about the house buying shit but, really, I don't know anything solid yet and getting tweeted at by Jackie Earle Haley with truly horrible puns makes everything better. I love you, Jackie. Never change.

Ahem. Okay, so, yeah. There's supposedly some things that will cause yet more delays with the appraisal and thus the house buying, but the appraiser says that the house is "habitable though it needs some serious TLC" is the toned down from techspeak version. So I don't know what that means in terms of whether or not the appraiser will sign off on everything, or if they're just saying "Um, dude, this house needs some serious TLC, are they sure about this?" After all these goddamn delays I am about ready to scream at the slightest hint that something might be snagging again. I'm trying to be rational but, people. Please. If I have to submit a detailed report and timeline saying that I will repair the fucking thing and this is my schedule for doing it and this is my estimate of costs and this is the breakdown of every goddamn repair, I will do it. Do not test me.

I might declare for fuck everything takeout tonight. No, I shouldn't, I'll probably end up making, ooh, sweet and sour chicken. That's healthy comfort food. God it's tempting, though. I am so fucking sick of all these delays I'm starting to sound like the fucking McManus brothers. Or a character in fucking Deadwood. (That should be the actual town name, Fucking Deadwood.)

Maybe my journal should start having one of those warnings. "Warning: I say 'fuck' a lot." I suppose I could always change it to 'frak.'

Right. No takeout, going home, doing the thing where I have good, healthy comfort food for a change. Lots of protein, some sugar, some rice. And then writing all the things I'm in the middle of, and more rewriting of BigBang Mixups, and things and stuff. No point in freaking out until I know for sure there's something to freak out about. And calling Mom, because Mom is usually able to make everything better, and in this case she's doing a good job. Except I called her in the middle of both our workdays. Oops.

It's my birthday on Saturday. Can I PLEASE have my house for my birthday? Pretty please? It's not even that it's unpossible, the deal is almost through, it's just taking forever and a data figure. So, please, universe? Can we just finish this up for my birthday? I promise I won't ask for any more marriage equality victories for, oh, two months, at least.

(Though that would be a nice birthday present, too.)

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[kikibug13]

Lemme guess. The appraisal guy doesn't communicate directly with you? (That was nearly the situation in my case. Sorta. Except the appraisal guy was a friend of the bank branch manage friend because of whom I picked the bank I got the mortgage from... same branch manager who got dismissed when the branch merged with the other Ruse branch, but.)

Augh. *wills people to START MAKING SENSE AND GET SHIT DONE, LIKE, TODAY*