and we don't know if we're any good at all

i want a dvd drive for this computer so bad. both of my parents are going to be getting presents that i'm going to want to make caps of. ::whimpers::

maybe i need a xtina/pink icon of gayness! but i think i need keptin kirk more.

i had two spocks captioned this way that i adored almost equally. but i couldn't upload them both because... same function! same caption! life is hard.

earlier today for a while, i thought i had the flu. but no fever. and then it went away.

p.s. email's not working. i have to stay up another twenty minutes because that's when my last aunt is supposed to get here. they're approximately a day late as of now.

let me in

went to bed at two and woke up at intervals between eight and nine until finally i got up. i didn't sleep well all night--the bed that is lillian's was mine, but it's a thinner mattress and i was crammed up in the corner with my foot falling asleep, my shoulder falling asleep (from sharing with lilly).

but when i got up jenny and taum were here, and perrin. he's huge for a two-year-old. jenny must be terribly strong for carrying him around all the time; he's BIGGER than her torso. geez. hugh, the would-be football-watcher (he was thwarted because we don't have cable or satellite yet), has been sulking on the couch because we're out of caff. coffee, and finally went to the store to buy some soft drinks.

when i get up with only six hours' sleep, i cannot be social until i have consumed tea, perused my friendslist, and possibly read a couple of slash stories. my neck keeps popping. look, another new icon.