"Tell her not to brush her hair too much. I like that wild, untamed look." *pauses* "My author made me say that."
And Paul was commenting on song lyrics. There's this song called "Scars" by Papa Roach that is on KRBE's playlist. The song includes lines such as,
I tear my heart open; I sew myself shut.
The problem is that I care too much.
My scars remind me that the past is real.
I tear my heart open just to feel.
Paul's comment: "That man is in serious need of a mindhealer. Yes, I know; I'm a fine one to talk."
Birthday: I had a lovely birthday. On Sunday, Mark and I and some of our friends had dinner at Han's Mongolian Barbecue out on NASA Rd. 1. Wonderful food! I had two bowls filled with lamb and pork bits, noodles, onion, broccoli, tofu, and ginger, with various sauces mixed in. My best friend Donna gave me a beautiful gray dragon figurine whose base lights up. I think I'm going to take him to gaming with me this weekend. Last night, I had Italian creme cake with relatives, and I had lunch at an Italian restaurant today with my parents.
My doctor's gonna kill me. Thank God I already had my cholesterol tested. :) I've been way bad this past week.
Neatest present of all: Physica, by Hildegard of Bingen, given to me by Mark. *beams at Mark*
We'll be celebrating Mark's birthday at the Bayview Duck Pub in a couple of weeks. I'm looking forward to it! My friend Liz tells me they've got imported hard apple ciders there.