Spectacles, luggage, and pint-sized critters

So my birthday is one week from today. I will no longer be a teenager, which I guess is just a matter of semantics, because there's nothing that you can do at 20 that you can't at 19 (as far as i know.) My dad asked me what i want, and i told him for either my birthday or christmas the only thing i really want is a digital camera (not a video camera, but like a picture camera...) basically it sucks that i've been in college for a year with no pictures to help me remember it, and im not really happy about that. plus i would be pissed off if i didnt get to take any pictures next semester... so, like i said, i told my dad all i wanted was a camera, but i got to thinking about it, and that isn't really all that i want. i've come up with 3 other things i really want.

1) Sunglasses.
2) A backpack.
3) A midget.

the sunglasses are important, b/c the ones i have are apparently a cross between male and female glasses (but they were $5, so who's complaining?) and they leave a serious raccoon tan line on my face... i'm thinking my next pair might be wire-framed instead. i already have a backpack, but i want a hardcore backpack, one that i can put lots of shit in and take to europe, not a middle-school sized wal-mart bag... Lastly, and most importantly, i want a midget. no it's not a typo. picture this scenario. i'm sitting in my room, in front of the tv, with a pencil in my hand (b/c i'm watching a video for spanish and doing the homework, or something of that nature... i don't usually watch tv with a pencil, but let's just say i have one) anyways, im sittin there with my pencil and i drop it. do i lean over and pick it up, thereby looking away from the tv and wasting precious energy on unnecessary labor? Hell no. out from under my desk scurries my midget, runs over, picks up my pencil, hands it to me, refills my glass of pepsi (or gets me another cookie, or whatever) and scurries back to his burrow. it just makes sense, he's closer to the ground, and he's a midget anyways, so it's not like he's got feelings or anything. i mean, of course i'd reward him with a pat on the head here and there, and give him some old osh-kosh-b'gosh clothes to wear around, and feed him (duh), so basically he'd be gettin a pretty good deal out of it, and so would i. it's a win-win situation. so please, if you know of any midgets that need a loving home, keep me in mind.
So that's pretty much all i want (besides the camera i'm hoping my dad gets for me): shades, a pack, and a midget. Oh, yeah, and maybe a leash....