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.

Stuffed

I eat too much... I eat WAY too much... I eat a RIDICULOUS amount of food.
I've been awake since 11:00 AM, and since then I have eaten granola, yogurt, two sandwiches, a few chips, half a bag of pretzels, and an ENTIRE large pepperoni pizza.
I think this is what death feels like.

Well hello there!

Hello, all! I figured since I deleted my Myspace page, I'd have a go at this here thing. I'm going to try to update this every day/couple of days, and I look forward to giving you something to read and hopefully enjoy.

Sincerely,
Canaan Merrick