I want to ramble, but I probably shouldn’t. The oddest things come out. Hey, it’s cleared up! It was all cloudy earlier. I wish it would stay sunny. Generally I like clouds but right now I don’t. It ought not to be cloudy when I don’t want it to be. I suppose I sound self-centered. But I’m not. I’m really not. There are some of the most gorgeous roses outside now. Drat, I’m rambling, and now I’m going to have to finish. Have you ever tried to get me to shut up? No, not likely. If you don’t know me, then obviously you haven’t, and if you do, then you know it’s nearly impossible. This keyboard kind of bugs me. I’m on a trip, and I won’t say where I am, because I am a genius *muffled mental laughter* and geniuses do not do such things, but I like it a little bit and I miss all my friends and my town too, which is ridiculous because I only see my friends on weekends anyway so it hasn’t even been as long as it usually is and that is a horrible run-on sentence and I couldn’t care less. So screw it. In fact, I’m going to write another run-on sentence. As soon as I figure out what to write a run-on sentence about. It has to be a topic befitting a run-on sentence. Nothing less will do. Not about turkeys. There is a large ceramic turkey sitting in front of me. I don’t much like its looks, although I suppose it might be friendly enough if it could talk. This is ridiculous. Something is wrong with my brains. I am now going to stop thinking, since it is merely getting me in trouble. My friend once said I had a really big vocabulary. It’s because I read so much. I know people who actually hate reading. They’re all mad. Crazy mad, like me, only worse, because I like reading still. They think books are boring and I’m not quite sure how to prove them wrong. Thank goodness my two best friends like reading. There ought to be a really cool sunset outside, because I think it’s still clear, but I can only see out one window from this room and I’m too lazy to get up from the computer (and a little afraid that my dad will take over the computer if I get up), so I’ll just have to imagine a sunset outside. I’m imagining a splendid sunset right now. It’s all red and hot pink and purple towards the edges and the sun is absolutely enormous, like it could swallow you up if you moved your nose a hairs-breadth closer, and really bright, but not so much that you can’t look at it (I’m not supposed to look at the sun but I really can’t help it, especially during sunsets. Sunrises are too bright even for me, but I love them all the same. I’m just never up early enough for them.), and then I look outside and remember that I can’t see the sunset and that even if I could the sun wouldn’t be that big and it’s just my imagination gone wild on me. But really, it was quite a nice imagination while it lasted. And hey, I just wrote a run-on sentence, and the topic was very much befitting it. I suppose I’ll shut up now. I’m all rambled out.