(no subject)

dammit, wax, i was looking for you. cause i was all sleepy, having just been woken from the middle of a dream by mom in a brisk! mode. ugh.

ray! it's VERY important you call me, or we chat, because i don't have your phone number.

stupid incomprehensible cell phone.

mom wanted us both to have cell phones. the one she bought me is way cute and does way more things than hers does (a foldy white and lilac one--here). unfortunately, perhaps, one of those things is text messaging and since we got it (or more accurately since about an hour after the fact) i've gotten about ten of what i believe are text messages. they'll go 'NEW MESSAGE' and then the message will look something like

A1LADJsfghsKFYOJNH6Mas556J3HBB66606fgg5MKFH,

only for five lines or so. now, i believe we actually get charged for each one of these as it comes in. some kind of spam? i remember reading something about that. the obvious course is to call them and ask, but you probably can't comprehend how much i want to do that. i hate calling people. and i hate that i can't figure it out. i incidentally also can't figure out how to send text messages. i wonder if this is how my mom feels with computers.

cim's dad update

he'd been moved out of the ICU at shepherd's for a few days, but he was having problems--unable to digest food, couldn't quite get entirely off the oxygen--and he ended up [grossness alert] aspirating some vomit [okay now] and so he's back on a ventilator and back in the icu, and when mom left yesterday he was sedated. they may un-sedate him tomorrow. meanwhile he's in a neckbrace--frustrating as hell; a wheelchair--reportedly exhausting. but he was conversing and everything, from what i can gather. rather afraid to ask questions of my mom. it's one of those, well, 'You Know How She Is' things. there's a possibility of mom just taking me with her to atlanta tomorrow if/when she goes because of the possibility that southpaw526 is coming to visit me. speaking of which, naina, i NEED your cell phone number desperately and in return, you can have mine. i know you gave it to me before, but apparently i'm a moron. i've no idea where it might be. back to the phone for a moment--wax tried to text me and i didn't get it, unless the phone encrypted it to SAAAXUU... in the meanwhile, so no go in that direction.

omg.

oy, i am so upset. -er. -est.

southpaw526? call me? or e-mail me your cell number? or something? look, it's already the 9th, here.

today is my half-birthday, in bizarre and rather unimportant news. 20.5. woo. mom's out eating dinner with some people i really don't like that much. temptation was strong to go; i didn't want her to leave me, but i don't want to be trapped in conversation either.

meh.

edit: this is the perfect 'nauseated' icon. nothing says it like nimoy's face when kirk accuses spock of having betrayed him. how i <3 'the menagerie.'

(no subject)

have got down to merri-todd webster at ink-stained fingers. i had the idea it was further than that.

michael shanks

well, i really disliked michael shanks's long hair, but, like, whoa. southpaw526 was showing me these caps of an interview where he's got one of those rips high on the thigh of his jeans from carrying stuff in the pockets, and he's all lounging out of a chair with the mic between his legs. he's, like, Virile Man, more powerful than a bottle of wine, faster than something really fast, but only if he wants to be, wink wink, and able to impregnate several of something in a (yes, i'm aware the parody is falling apart) single bound. rar.

the lady doth protest too much. and in a really irritating fashion.

bwahahaha. from the author's notes on this:

As with 'Tides', we apologize in advance for any and all OOCness that occurs. Now you've been warned, so please don't complain about it. We try to keep everyone IC, but might not always succeed, or it might be necessary for the story. Any complaints about OOCness will be dealt with by Maxine's Evil Twin, Marie. And trust us, you do NOT want her coming after you. Voldemort is afraid of her. ...

One last thing: Esterine Snape is not a Mary Sue .

one more bitch: the phone has yahoo messenger and not aim. i'm looking for someone's throat to tear out.