It's probably about 5:30 in the morning right now, and I'm too much of a zombie to check. I've been up all night playing guitar. Not as glamorous as some of the things I'm sure the rest of you have been up to, but I'm somewhat masochistic when it comes to guitar strings cutting up my hands. I like playing guitar, mostly because it's somewhat challenging. I've tried piano, and while I loved the sound, it was really easy to pick up, but nearly impossible to get better because my piano kept falling out of tune and I don't have anyone to teach me. But guitars? Psh, they tear you up. It is terribly difficult to get your fingers to move the right way and do EXACTLY what you want because fret boards aren't very forgiving. A lot of my friends play electric guitar. They like the distortion sound so they play heavier tones and whatnot, but my passion is classical guitar. I love the sound of acrylic strings, and I'm so happy that I'm finally able to create them myself instead of drooling over my CD player. My mom had an old guitar lying around (who knew?) and I picked it up one day and lo and behold I'm pretty good at it. I sound like I'm all fancy but really I've only been doing it a month, but I love it.

Anyhoo. I met a lot of old friends at a Sheetz today. People that I haven't seen in years. People change. I knew this, but sometimes it is just shocking. There's so much stuff out there to get caught up in that I guess it's easy to lose touch with what really matters. Like puppies. Oh I LOVERS me some PUPPIES! They're so fuzzy.

I decided today that God and Nature are the same thing. I'm quite suddenly becoming philosophical at the moment so bear with me, not that anyone is actually going to read this, but still. I had one of those unconfortable conversations today whilst laying on the hood of a car staring at the stars. We were talking of constellations and whatnot and somehow it came to proving the existence of a higher power. I thought of tomatoes. Tomatoes remind me of Jesus. Yeah, wierd, but it gets worse.

How is it that you can plant a seed and get a tomato? Yeah, it takes a while, but seriously! Dirt? Seed? Tomato? Who woulda thought? I have been watching some of my tomato plants flourish this summer and recently picked my first tomato. Mine! I grew it. I planted it one day in the rain and I thought to myself "hey wouldn't it be cool if this turned into a tomato?". It did. I ate it yesterday. Yum.

Whatever mysteries of the universe exist I do believe that tomatoes are taken for granted. They're actually a fruit. And they're pretty colors. AND THEY COME OUT OF DIRT! WTF!? You can credit Jesus, but there's something more sinister afoot if you ask me. Which obviously you are doing by continuing to read this swill.

Nature is wonderful. Stuff grows, stuff dies, things change color, there's all sorts of yummy fruits and veggies to be had, it rains sometimes, there's the moon to think about, the sun as well, and PUPPIES! All that fun stuff brought to you by Nature. And the letter F.

It's that feeling of a soft breeze on a slightly cloudy day in late summer.

It's the awe after an ice storm, where everything is made of glass.

It's a furry wet nose intent on smothering you with puppy kisses.

Warm sunshine = Hug from Jesus.

Enough said.

Oh dear I'm probably raping this website with my meanderings into the stuff of communication. I'm just proud I can type after all that guit-fiddlin'. With proper grammar as well, oh dearie me!

That's enough of that. I'm tempted by sleep.

SALUTATIONS..