Stealing or borrowing?

To ****, I'm stealing your idea of writing letters.
I'm also censoring your name to protect your identity, because I know that if I didn't, your secret identity would be given away and the FBI would be onto you like white on rice. ;)
Now then.
So I've been thinking about this whole letter thing, and I bet those of you who know me (which is all of you, except the Russians and what-not. (: ) would be able to figure out right off the bat who my letters are to, so I might not do that. Maybe I'll just write letters to everyone and everything I feel like writing to. Maybe that'd be a good way to help me vent.
Maybe, just maybe, I say maybe too much.
Have you ever thought about that, how often people say maybe?
"Do you wanna hang out Friday?" "Maybe."
"Should I wear this dress?" "Maybe."
"Are you ever gonna move back to Kansas?" "Maybe."
I think it's sad, because we need to define things more in life, rather than let it be so ambiguous. I'm not even sure if that was correct usage of the word ambiguous.. Oh well. Then again, my need for definition could be just me, because I think I'm a bit of a 'black-and-white' person.
Yeah, I see the world in color, thankfully.
However, I've found that I think I need to have things defined in black and white terms, so that one thing is this and one thing is that and there is no middle ground.
No fence-sitters, as Barron used to say.
Man, I miss him.
I've been thinking a lot lately... Been reading the Hunger Games, a pretty thought-provoking set of books. I've also been staying up ridiculously late, because I have no life, (and was waiting for You Know Who to text me back. He never did.) and there's not much to do that late when you can't hack the Internet, your phone is useless cause it has no service, and your iPod is dead. Sad. I lead a sad life.
Oh well, on to a COMPLETELY different note!
So, Abby and I went to The Farm today.
The Farm is Papa Decker's old farmhouse and surrounding buildings and fields and such, which has been in our family since the Dark Ages (When Grandpa was born.). So anyway, the whole stead (is that correct?) is pretty dilapidated.
Abby and I started out in the Farmhouse, nothing interesting there.
OH wait! First, we went to this burned out house that has been slowly collapsing for about four years now, and we've never been allowed to go inside till this year. It was amazing. I'll find a way to upload the pictures I took, cause it's pretty freaking creepy up in that mug. ;) (Shout out to Mel and Beth)
Then back at The Farm. I climbed the wall inside the barn just to open a window. I fell backwards onto the haybales, tipped them over, and got hay all up in my pants... To top things off, I couldn't close the window cause of my bad elbow. Smh.
We made a fort in a little island thingy that was bordered by a spring-fed creek (Nay, you would LOVE this place. I promise to take you sometime.) and I walked on the ice. It was pretty beast.
We adventured lots of places... I also drove a 4-wheeler, which was... well, it went well.
(Backstory- I hadn't driven a 4-wheeler since 2 years ago, when I flipped one and pinned myself between a fence and the vehicle. Cut the back of my leg, hurt my wrist, and traumatized myself pretty badly. Since then, I've been deathly afraid of driving the blasted contraptions and won't go near them.)
So my driving the Arctic Cat today was pretty monumental. I didn't wreck, and Papa said I was a great driver... I see much more driving in my future.
Speaking of driving!
I drove a truck today. :)
Yeah I know, all ya'll up in Kansas have been driving for a while now, cause the Kansas laws are cool and Texas sucks and doesn't let us get permits till we're 15. But I drove, and was only told to slow down 3 times. :D Emma, you were right. I am a crazy driver. I yell a lot.
This concludes my regular synopsis thingy..
I love you guys very much.
Stay sexy.