It's 2:34. (AM.) I have to get up early for church. I should be asleep.
I blog too much.
I'm starting to realize that I'm eighteen years old, and I act nothing like it. I still pretty much act and live like a fourteen-year-old.
This is a sadness. I shall ponder it for awhile, I think.
I mean, where does maturity even come from? Is it something I can buy?
What about talent--can I have some of that, too?
Alright, alright. I know I'm special and perfect just the way I am, blah blah blah, but seriously. I'm getting up there, you know. Time is short. I need to make more lists and see more things.
Have goals. Accomplish them.
Well, we'll work on that.
For now, I'll pray.
P.S. My Flickr page is coming together nicely.