I don't want to grow up, I decided. I don't want to learn how to cook a fancy thanksgiving/christmas dinner for my family. I don't want to pay monthly bills on everything and still have to buy groceries and other necessities. I don't want to have the great responsibility of supporting someone other than myself. I like being a kid. It's easy. It's nice. But I guess there is a bright side to it. You're on your own and you don't have parents to always tell you what to do. Meh! I still have a few years before it actually happens. So, I'm not too worried just yet. My brother is a dink! We were cleaning/rearranging my downstairs. My dad and I had been working on it for a while and my brother had just finished cleaning the bathroom (he did a really bad/sloppy job by the way). We asked him to come help us with the down stairs. He did for about 5 minutes then said in a 5-year olds voice, "Dad, I have a headache from cleaning the bathroom, is it ok if I just go back in my room." All I could do was laugh. You know that all he really wanted to do was go make out with his girlfriend...in his room. Poor child...