Passed out on the overpass and we're staying eighteen forever.

She doesn't realize how serious I am when I say that once I graduate and move to San Francisco that I'm going to do whatever I want. I'm a fucking big kid now, mother.

Everytime we have this same argument about parental rules, it always has the same results. I'm doing well in school, I'm a good kid, and all she can come up with is "Can't I just say 'no' sometimes?"

Yeah, you can for these next ten months or so. But you better believe that when I'm gulping down those shots on school nights (gasp) at USF, I'll be making a toast to you.

Here's to ridiculous teen angst pushing you to the extreme. To rebellious drunken nights and cigarette lips.

To realizing that even though you're grateful to your parents for everything they've done for you, you've got to start doing what YOU want to do at some point or another.

That point is now.

(and it has been since this summer)

--Lauren

[what was ... what will be]