Rambling counts as writing, right?

Oh, apple juice. I am too sleep deprived to be functioning on any level plane of thought beyond 'Look I am wearing socks and they make my feet look like inchworms, teehee!'.
Rambling counts as writing, right? I'm sure it does somewhere because I haven't been keeping up with my writing schedule as much as I'd like too and it's making me terribly bothered. I don't like being dishonest with myself- I thought I'd be doing better than this but things have gotten really busy.
I think I may edit the whole damn thing to become more of an 'x' amount of words a week thing.

So, I went through and followed everyone's blogs and now feel absurdly self-concious. My god, they know I'm here, and they know I roleplay Disney characters when I have free-time, and if they've looked into that they know I write some weird, long stuff about them, or maybe they know I got rejected from the Disney College Program, or that I drink too much tea and like old book illustrations.
..And for whatever reason, as alarming as this partially is, I'm not too bothered.
I like stories, I like how I approach means to tell them differently. I like tea, I like cartooning, I like art. Hell, I like drawing people and animals and princesses. I like finding ways to use stories and art to teach people things.

And I like knowing that somehow I feel sharper at 11 PM at night without or with too much sleep all at once than I do at 7 am in the morning just waking up and stumbling through the world.

...And now I've got to do my essay, and I've got to look out for my email from Ned, because I am so pumped for the Tangled Fic Exchange.

I have stories to tell, damnit, and I will tell them however I want too.