I'm hungry. *whines* But there isn't anything good and vegetarian in the kitchen. And without energy (I haven't eaten all day), I can't hike up to Eckerd and get a cup of ramen noodles.

Maybe I'll escape to my mom's sometime this week. She's got a lot of good veggie food. (She isn't a vegetarian--not all the way, anyway. She still eats meat about three times a week, but she also really likes soyburgers and veggie wraps and stuff.) And on the other bright side, she fully supports whatever I decide to do in my life.

(So why did I move over here to somewhere so miserable, you ask? Because I can't freaking stand children. Though now I'm wondering whether it was really worth doing... then I reason to myself that everything happens for a reason, and if I hadn't moved, I would be another wangsty gawth-baby instead of someone who sincerely hopes for a better future and works toward it.)

On another bright side: I found my Eagles CD! Yayz! I thought I'd lost it forever. :D The Eagles are the guys who got me into classic rock in the first place; I heard Mom playing Witchy Woman in the car at Gatlinburg (she got married there; I was a bridesmaid) and wanted to hear more of these cool guitarists.