Hello *waves*

Haven't blogged in a while. Many idea for doing so but have yet to actually turn any of them into writing. But this is not purely laziness, okay it's MOSTLY laziness. But after being on holiday for two weeks I have a lot of blogs to read and decided to not write until I have totally caught up.

I have not technically caught up yet.

But tonight I am VERY happy. There is no real reason, I'm just in a appreciate-life kinda mood. It's nice. I told Liam that I was very happy and he asked why and I didn't really have an answer for him. But I told him Life is good. And when he when asked Why? again I said that I have a wonderful boyfriend in him, and many amazing friends who care about me. And tomorrow I go to see the cutest baby in the world. Maybe I am a little biased as she is my cousin but I don't care she is ADORABLE. And on Tuesday she is one year old! It doesn't feel that long ago that my aunt and uncle announced they were pregnant (yes, they. While it's the woman who has to BE pregnant and give birth we can't ignore the man's role in it when he is being a devoted husband-father type).

But moving off the cute ickle baby. Tonight I felt it was a blogging night! I only know of one person who reads this blog (my wonderful boyfriend) but it does feel good to just sit and type as if I were talking to lots of people. When I blog it's just what I'm thinking or feeling at the time so I can just type without much conscious brain input. While typing one of my stories or some homework or something I have to think about what I'm writing; be that the next plot development or why DID Mary Shelley use THAT metaphor instead of just describing it. It's kinda of like writing a diary, except of course I have to monitor what I'm writing because this does go out to the INTIRE INTERWEB, and I can type quicker than I can write. I think. Not legibly at least.

In old diaries I have the majority of the pages are filled with scribbles that are, apparently, words. That was because a) I was trying to write as quickly as I thought and b) it worked better than any lock; nosey people may have been able to open it, but they sure as heck wouldn't be able to READ it.

This is blog is so appropriately named. I just ramble. I'm the same when I talk and do not get interrupted I just go on and on.

Gosh, I am getting rather tired. Apparently being really happy tires me out. Or maybe it was the two hours of gymnastics this afternoon? Nar, definitely the happy.

Anyways, bed time now methinks. Goodnight my dears, I go to bed knowing that sure; I could be a dress size or two smaller and I could have the money to buy all the shoes and CDs I want but in the grand scheme of things who gives a flying fritzle? I do have a good life. So yeah, goodnight :)

Emma
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