So. . . I've just found out that what I've written before is public. [Edit: HEY I FIGURED OUT WHAT THE GLIMPSE BUTTON DOES! I FEEL LIKE A DUMB EINSTEIN!] I guess anyone who wants to know can figure out how I fell on my face earlier. But welcome, I guess, if you are now reading this and aren't me. I'm not a public figure, nor do I really want to be one but I will be known on here as Ramble Girl (even though only a few people will be reading this- maybe no one. There's a possibility I'm just writing to my self. I have a way of being weird.). I'm not going to say much about myself except for that I'm young and determined to be a well-known author (and it would be FANTASTIC if I could write for a living). I'm currently writing a novel (I've written others too) that I'm sure would be great for others to read (I just have this feeling that I've never had with other novels, I could write it a million times over and not be bored). Hopefully the story isn't put down and given up on. That's all I can hope for. Now I'm sure you want more of an interesting ramble today (one from a dorky awkward teenager- that's me), so let's see what I have up my sleeve. Nothing I want to share. My life is kind of boring. Truth be told. I'm okay with that. I live in my novels. REALLY. I sometimes just drift off and think about it and a few minutes later I get really confused on what I actually should be doing. For example, I was daydreaming on the bus about my novel and this SURGE of words came into my brain about a certain scene in the book so I just started to write and write. If my friend wasn't next to me, I would've never gotten off the bus and back into reality. Here's my opinion about reality (and just so you know- these RAMBLES are mostly composed without stopping and no editing so they are RANDOM). It kind of sucks sometimes. We're kind of a weird species. Just saying. (Unless you're some other creature reading this- just so you know- I'm referring to humans) Especially our expectations about people. Like how we should look, for example. WHY SHOULD WE SHAVE OUR FREAKIN FACES OR LEGS IF OUR SPECIES WAS MADE TO BE THE WAY IT IS?!? I don't know. Just a thought. Food for thought. I love food. I could literally write about food forever. Now I'm drooling. idoafpg; JUST DROPPED MY BABY!!!!!!!! (And by that I mean my laptop- which contains just about everything I've written in the past few years so it's kind of important that it's ALIVE). That makes me wonder, what would happen if the whole internet crashed along with all of the servers and databases and network thingies (I'm trying to find the word that describes icloud and dropbox). Most of us would be dead. Seriously. THAT would change the economy. And now that I think about it this RAMBLE totally sucks. I seriously have nothing to write about. NOTHING. That's how boring today is. Monday. Well let's just say I proudly procrastinated my essays and homework. See ya (not really, I can't SEE YOU ever. But bye).