OK, I WILL start posting.  I am going to make an attempt to post more than once in a blue moon (i.e. semi-regularly)...  :)

Well, looks like I spoke too soon. I saw her last night and we worked things out... At least I think/hope everything is OK. :)

I realized today that it’s been a long time since I wrote anything meaningful. I was going to write something about what has been going on in my life lately… Then I realized that would be kind of a waste of space, since most people that read these see me on at least a weekly basis. Suddenly, a thought struck me (No it didn’t hurt; oh come on that’s funny!): I realized that I’m scared. I had to admit to myself that I’m scared that’s why I haven’t been writing more. I don't mean on here, I mean in general. I also realized I'm scared of finishing my math class. Why am I scared? I'm sure there are lot's of reasons, but these are the best I could come up with this late.

If I started writing more, I’d be opening myself up to failure. Sure, I might get lucky and a few suckers might buy my books without looking at their content. I might write a movie that few people would pay their money to see; only to walk out halfway into it. Writing is something I love to do, and supposedly I’m not half bad at it. Yet for some reason I can’t make myself write. I write in spurts, sadly the spurts are far and few between.

As for my math class: as much as I hate math, I have to be honest I’m smart and not too bad at math. Math is a mental block, that I’m more than happy has stopped me. See once I finish math, I’m DONE. I mean I can go back to school at some point, in fact I want to and plan to at least get my Masters. BUT, When I finish math I get the piece of paper that says I know what I know. Then life begins for real.

But, even worse than either of those is what’s waiting for me out there: growing up. I’m a big kid. I like being a kid; I like having fun and not having to be serious. Have you seen adults? Far too serious for my taste. No thanks; I’m gonna enjoy being a kid for the rest of my life. That isn’t to say I don’t want to “settle down”, I do, just don’t want life to take its toll on me and make me some bitter old man. Well I'm done with this cathartic exercise; and now my eyelids are getting heavy and I can’t think of much more to write. Night all.