I don't blog enough

Really. I don't. I have no idea why I stopped. Blogging is the bomb.com.
So much has happened since last I posted, so I won't even attempt at getting you up to speed with my life. I don't want to tl;dr you to death.

Let us focus on the here and now, mmkay?
I'm now 16, a licensed driver and a college student. I never realized until recently how fast I'm growing up. It's frightening at times.

I'm not going to tell you any stories today, just letting you know that I'm not dead.

[Exuent]

Realizations

I've learned a lot about myself lately. A lot of things I need to fix. For example:

I'm terrified of commitment, but its something I really want.

Even though I think things through a lot, I tend to always act on my instincts, regardless of whether or not I think its a good idea.

My actions usually result in someone's feelings getting hurt.

But enough of the bad. People have pointed a few good things about me out that I never really thought about, such as:

I rarely if ever hold grudges. If I do, its not because of something someone did to me, but something that was done to someone else.

I'm a good listener. If someone comes to me with their problems, I take them seriously, respect their feelings, and give them any advice I can.


To be continued.

Whats Not To Love?

Look at my face. I has a HAPPY FACE. It may have something to do with that one thing on my shoulder... but who knows. =P

Have I lost my touch, or just my mind?

I can't read her. I have NO idea what she thinks or how she feels at any given time.
I usually can tell what people are thinking, but not her. Ever.
It drives me insane, yet, at the same time, I love it. It makes her more of a mystery to me.

The Scientist

Come up to meet you,
Tell you I'm sorry,
You don't know how lovely you are.

I had to find you,
Tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.

Tell me your secrets,
And ask me your questions,
Oh let's go back to the start.

Pray for me

Lead me not into temptation...

Complaining

I turned 15 last Saturday, and yesterday I got my learner's permit.
WOOT! I am a happy boy.
Driving rocks my little socks off.

On a different note...

My back yard is Satan... it has a huge slope that goes straight to a drop-off next to our pool. And to make it better, we have a crappy old push mower... mowing that bastard of a lawn is quite the feat of endurance; one slip and the mower goes into the pool. So, naturally, it takes for friggin' EVER to cut the whole thing because you have to go so slow. I got up at 8 to cut the grass and I JUST FINISHED!!! Ugh... I hate big yards.