I'm feeling much better today, mostly because I've been alone. I actually like being around people, but I don't like being around my parents or our lunatic neighbor. And he's not the "aww, cute, how mischievious-Keith-Moon" kind of lunatic, either. He asks if he can shoot our cats and details how he injured himself and others during field exercises (he's in the army). D: Ugh.

So I'm returning to normal. :D That's good, isn't it? Now I won't be that whiny or angsty or anything like that, because it's a weekday, and weekdays mean that I'm good and alone! Yayz!

I'm hungry, though. D: The Food Fairy hasn't visited yet, so no good veggie food for poor Leiko.

I wish it wouldn't rain so much; I wish it would go back to being a dry, hot summer over here. I used to love warm, rainy days, but now I'm rather peeved by them (part because I just like seeing sunny skies and part because I think it's bad luck to begin something while it's raining, so that means I put off my trip).

My dad said, "We might go to Myrtle Beach this weekend."

I had to fight back the urge to say, "Well, maybe we'll see each other there." Perhaps I'll take advantage of their drunkenness and merely hide out on the beach while they're hanging out in restaurants. I do not go to the beach to hang around Bob Evans' and the Palmetto Grill (though I LOVE the Palmetto Grill, I don't wanna spend my entire vacation there). I go to the beach to refresh my spirit and have a bit of FUN. If I wanted to hang around a restaurant for hours on end, I'd go with Gram and hang out at Bojangles' with her tea club people.

I read that there's a Meher Baba center in North Myrtle Beach, over near the mall. I'd quite like to visit there.

At any rate, I'd like to familiarize myself with the Grand Strand area and I'd like to get the hell away from bars and restaurants. Hanging around bars and restaurants is not a vacation. (And I get the feeling I'll have lung cancer by 20 if Dad keeps blowing all that fuckin' cigarette smoke into my face.) Hanging around on the sand and watching the waves go up and down is my idea of a vacation! I think the undines and mermaids kidnapped my brain and are holding it captive off the shore somewhere. I've been obsessed with going to the ocean and just LOOKING at it lately, and I'm not sure why.

I'd also like to visit the mountains. Mountains are always gorgeous, especially in the late summer/early fall when the leaves turn. It's much more spectacular up in the mountains because they've got deciduous trees. There's nothing but frickin' pine trees over here. I'm sick of pine trees; I wanna see some oaks and maples and poplars!

Sandy soil, pine trees, mostly-dead grass everywhere you look... I need a change of scenery!!