Hay Rambler

This morning we had a little adventure.  We went for a drive at around 8am and found these giant hay bales that we just had to take pictures of...

Actually, no.  My friend Mia wanted to do a photo shoot because she loves photography, so my friend Megan and I agreed to help her out.  Great friends we are, right?  It was only about 50 degrees when we went out in search of a location, seeing as it was 8:30am.  We stopped halfway to our planned location because of said giant hay bales that were sitting along the roadside.  Mia took her pictures, I was schooled in the art of modeling (apparently there's an art to it that I didn't know about), and we retreated back to the car before we could freeze our fingers and toesies off.

What else have I done today?  Nothing, really.  I just finished watching Pride & Prejudice, my favorite movie, and it was splendid as usual.  I was jumping up and down by the very end, bugging everyone.  

This weekend has been slow coming.  Maybe it's the changing seasons, but I've been in a downer mood for practically the whole week, and it makes the days drag on and on.  I find myself thinking about everything and anything.

I've been thinking about this blog.  I've always felt weird about having a blog, even though it's nearly been a year now and you'd think I'd be over talking about myself at this point.  Nope, I'm not.  It's still weird and I still feel conceited and uncomfortable when I blog, sometimes.  Every now and then.

Sometimes I think I'm a bit too forward here.  As I've said before, I don't proofread these things.  Whatever I write down is what ends up on the internet, published beneath my name.  A pretty big deal when you get to thinking about it.  Anybody can read this stuff.  And am I writing for a cause or purpose?  No.  I don't even know who reads this anymore.

I get comments every once in a while about my blog from people that I don't expect, which is the only reason why I keep going.  For whatever reason, you guys keep reading this stuff.  People I hardly know read this stuff.  I'm very flattered, by the way.  :)  Even when I ramble on about nothing, you come back and read the next time, hoping it's better.  I don't know why.

I'm sorry my week hasn't been interesting, readers, and I'm sorry my brain is so fried that I'm having a hard time stringing words together.  This is one heck of a semi-complaining rambler, so I'm going to cut myself short before I say anything too embarrassing.

Thanks for reading.  Thanks for sticking by me.  Thanks for being my friend.  I really appreciate it.  I shouldn't feel lonely or sad, now should I?  Nah, I've got you!

Goodnight, reader.  Sleep tight.