nothing.

I haven't anything to write about. Except the usuals, of course: my obsession, how bored I am at home all the time, and that my mom has food for me but she's taking her sweet time to get home. >.< The lack of inspiration is so depressing, but I know why. It's because whats there to write about when you're at home all the time? I don't get out nearly enough.
I've been listening to Stephenie Meyers's (Meyers'?) playlist for her books, and it's been keeping my interested. I also decided that I have a new favorite band: Muse. Of course, it won't ever outnumber the 31 Hush Sound songs on iTunes I have, but you know. I got a stomach ache from eating too many carrots yesterday :( I didn't think that was possible. I'm so tired of writing these boring little entries just to pass time... I'm going to go pack for New York, then go for a walk. I wish it was cold. I HATE hot weather. Ughhhhhh asdl;fdsa.