Dad deemed it okay to get takeout tonight so we got Japanese carryout from the hibachi place. I thought I was bad at school for how little I went to the dining hall but we're just as bad at home. Probably 30-40% of what we eat is carryout. Come to think of it, we all had Subway for lunch. I can't say that I mind, as I'm not the one paying for it. We've never really had the nuclear family sit down dinner thing going anyway. Alex almost always eats in the study. Dad usually doesn't eat at all and if he does it's later in the evening. So usually it's just me, Mom, and the dog. And the TV's always on in the kitchen. We've been doing it this way so long that when we actually go out it's sometimes painful sustaining a conversation for an hour. Sometimes my family feels like a jigsaw puzzle where none of the pieces fit together. It's like we were all just randomly cast together in our house without any forethought.
Dinner was delicious, though. I got my favorite roll, the spicy tuna one, and an order of beef teriyaki. What I like about Japanese food is the variety in texture, from the chewy salmon roll to the sweet, lacquered beef. While this isn't my favorite place for Japanese food (that belongs to Hama in Columbus) it's still pretty darn good. I've been carrying the spice of the salmon roll in my mouth all evening; it's very potent. Kinda gross, but still impressive on the roll's part.
I put together a wish list of sorts for July. I really shouldn't, as that tends to encourage my compulsion for spending, but I didn't really have anything better to do. The list:
- Luckyscent:
Mure et Musc Extreme,
Ume- The Perfume Shoppe:
Messe de Minuit- MAC:
Cutie Eyeshadow Quad- Fragrancenet:
Aimez Moi- BPAL:
Lunacy It's a pricey list, but it is my birthday month, so I should be able to scrape up more than usual. Unfortunately the gift card I put up on Ebay doesn't look like it's going to sell and the auction ends tomorrow. That money could be really helpful. Maybe Mom'll lend it to me, although I already owe her $100. I jokingly asked Dad earlier to give me $1000 to see how drunk he was. Maybe not so jokingly. Sometimes when I think of having $1000 to myself, I can hardly breathe. To spend it all, in one go - amazing. I've dreamed about it. But the sad thing is, it wouldn't be enough. The next week, I'd want more. It's never enough.