I Don't Wanna

I Don't Wanna...

...turn 22
...be an a-dult (and I just pronounced it the way grown-ups do, you know, ah-dult)
...fix my regrowth
...see any more pictures/news about the Jennifer Aniston/Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie triangle--you know, the triangle/feud that is the fantasy of every major gossip magazine? It's just that--fantasy
...pluck my eyebrows (I actually got started on one and got bored, so now they're really uneven)
...ever rake frozen leaves ever, ever again
...push back my cuticles--why cuticles, God?
...edit my book anymore
...deep clean my room in search for clean socks and underwear

I Do Wanna...

...stare at cute babies and their chubby thighs
...watch reruns of House for a day straight
...work on my new book
...find a thousand dollars under a rock somewhere
...hug a random gay person and tell them they're fabulous and deserve equal rights
...be a panelist on Bill Maher, talking about the octuplet nightmare and feminism (not connected necessarily)
...make my boyfriend paint my toenails scarlet red
...tell certain people I live with to shut up, shut up, shut UP!
...listen to 90s one-hit wonders on my iPod and reminisce about Jnco jeans, hacky sacks, bad bob haircuts, dog tag necklaces, baby blue camouflage shirts, Nickelodeon, the Olsen twins, and Gushers (I'll sing the "chicken shit" part of Hand in my Pocket by Alanis Morissette, just so I can feel rebellious again)
...find a college that will let me major in poetry