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.