May 31, 2002
There is an inordinate amount of blogs in languages I cannot even begin to figure out at this time of the morning under the "fresh blogs" section on the blogger homepage. It freaks me out. It must be the middle of the day or something wherever they are and they all decide to write right now. Instead of a siesta, the take a blog break and they all write. And sometimes I will see a title that cathces my eye and click on it, only to find that their title is the only thing in English and the rest of their blog is written in a foreign tongue. They are all busy writing early in my morning.
I finished The Hobbit yesterday. I enjoyed it once I got into it, and thought it was a good story and very clever. I kind of wish I had read it as a kid. I don't know why I didn't. I have always liked to read and my mom loved The Hobbit. I don't know why she never told me to read it. It probably would have scared me if I had read it when I was younger. I was a scaredy cat. I was scared reading Nancy Drew books. I still am a scaredy cat at times. But I can handle Nancy Drew these days.