However progressed or mature I might fancy myself to be, I still sometimes:

stay out way past my bedtime, want to die my hair blue, listen to show tunes when I feel angsty, enjoy the privacy of bathrooms, sometimes forget what I’m doing cause I’m writing like a REALLY mean poem in my head, want mozzerella sticks all the time, dream of goodwill, want to look good in a bikini, waste time in stores, obsess over things, wonder what I’ll be like when I grow up, waste money, get headaches from current events, feel anxious, bite my nails, not finish books, but most importantly,

I still talk to Julien – friend, confidante and fellow Spartan,

Which I like.