Birthday dinner

Well, out of a hopeful seven only two of my friends made it to my dinner. Kara and Patrick. Ghazal couldn't go from pain. Oh I wonder, maybe it has to do with the fact the night before she wouldn't use the wheelchair?! So my mood was mixed on the day after my birthday. I had originally made it for Friday but moved it to make it easier for everyone and the Irony is the two who needed it moved the most made it. It was fun though. I haven't seen Kara in months, if not half a year or more. We really did play catch up and shared stories of what we remembered in high school and it was good. We all went to the same high school and even though Patrick didn't know each other then we all knew of certain things that happpened in that time and connected that way.

After dinner I drove Patrick home and Kara and I went to the bookstore. From as far in time our friendship began it was always with a trip to bookstores somewhere in the mix. Kara was the first I started doing that with. Patrick and I do it often now too, I can't remember a time where when we hung out we didn't somehow end up at a bookstore for a while during the day.

Before my dinner Patrick and I had a late, but light, lunch before going to a bookstore (see!) and walmart. And at that walmart there had to be 30 Silverstreakers and Sideswipes, EACH. But no sunny, and that was one of the largest Walmart in town.

When I got home I opened up my mail and found a Birthday card from my uncle.... It was a Simpsons card. o.O Nice try, but again far from the mark. I'm not a fan of Simpsons. -sighs- At least he's trying, he sent me a $50 check,. ast year he sent me a book on making Birdhouses.... Which means I can use half of that to get me some Transformers if the low prices of $8 have stayed till I go Walmart tomorrow or Tues. I got to do chores and study today.

Lets see...

My housemate decided to 'self clean' the oven last night, which resulted in a horrid stench through out the house. The pots, pans, racks, ect are still laying all over the kitchen. I think the reason there is a stench is because she didn't clean the stovetop of all the grease she's left there after her 'cooking'. I'm hungry and debating what to eat. I don't have any Lean Cuisiens left, so its either sandwhichs (which I don't have everything for..) or clean the mess and attempt to fix something... oi.

And things are only going to get worse. The Aunt has heart surgery on Friday, how long she'll be laid up who knows. She's the only one who, sorta, police's my housemate's mess and mouth.