Heals The Original Dryness

so, paz threw me a party. she, katy, bryy, ingrid, and dave were there. we went to pizza chicago, yummy food, good conversation, general happiness, etc. we weren't sure whether to watch life of brian, random comedy, or fight club, which is just cool, so we flipped a coin. heads: fight club, tails: life of brian (paz was trying to get me to do the same thing for whether i should sleep at her house or dave's. i refused to answer which side would be which.) landed on tails, i turned it over, "yay! fight club it is!" so we stopped at blockbuster and got fight club. got to paz's, worked on chain maille for a bit, then opened presents. paz gave me this bead choker, dave gave me the Pink Floyd
Animal's CD, and ingrid got me GUMMI'S!!!!! it was very happy. chocolate brownie cake sorta thing with sparkly candles a few of which re-lit themselves, which was frustrating, but katy helped me eventually blow them all out. fight club is a good movie. paz's dad tried to kick people out around midnight when we had excactly 17minutes left of the movie, but after a bit of groveling he let us finish it. said goodnight to people, went to daves... yeah... fell asleep. woke up... yeah... apparently i'm good... finished watching run lola run. more "yeah..." and sleep. then went to jack in the box and back to paz's to reclaim my sheet or chainmail, (don't worry pazzie, i'll make you a braclet or something) and came home. so yeah, happy birthday :) it made up for the rather pathetic happy birthday song at west side story rehersal where half the people didn't know my name. yeah. but i don't have too much affliation with that cast. i have my friends in it, and they wished me happy birthday. very much proof for me that it's the thought that counts.