17

Here's another classic writing. Obviously I've grown a year.

-from 5/24/07

I buy candy every time i go into a gas station. Every time. I sometimes stop by gas stations just to get candy. I like to sleep. Cereal can make up every meal of the day. I still pout when i don't get window seat. From time to time, I really enjoy sitting on the playroom floor and building with legos. I still hit inanimate objects back when i stub a toe or bump my head. I also apologize to inanimate objects if I feel I've wronged them. I have a multicolored rolly backpack full of stuffed animals underneath my desk, way in the back where nobody can see. I'm still convinced the hour hand will not move if you watch it. I'm still a kid. I'm just 17.

I've used a college ID and flirtation to buy cigarettes. I've smoked more than my share of pot. Hell, I've climbed on top of billboards to smoke where everyone could see. I still have the video to prove it. I've taken many a prescription pill when I wasn't supposed to. I've skated where there are No Skating signs, and loitered where there are No Loitering signs. I've lived up to the sex-obsessed image of the teens of today. I've had 3 jobs. I've had 3 cars. I've driven 115 miles an hour. I could be prosecuted as an adult for a lot of the things that I have done. I'm a "young adult". I'm 17.



Now it's 1 in the morning and I can't sleep.
I found my laptop that I broke last year and it just reminded me of how I've done such stupid things when I'm angry. And that got me to thinking about how I'll be out on my own next year. But I don't know if I'm adult enough for that.
I can't decide.

Candy or Cigarettes?
To be honest, I like both.
I suppose I'll decide whether to grow up or not next year.
After all, 17 is still in both categories.