not a girl, not yet a woman

hi. it's 1:30 am on the last saturday of the semester and i am sitting here in my living room drinking blue alcohol. my mom it sitting across from me. she's not drinking. it's not really as domestic and friendly as it sounds, i think she thinks i'm drinking juice. anyway. i find being 3 months short of 21 just miserable. i mean i have a fake id but it says i'm 33 and i only have enough confidence to use it once i am already belligerent. so it's like, whats the point? too old to rock n' roll, too young to die. i dunno. i'm just lazy. not being 21 is the best excuse ever to be lazy. anyway. i'm bored.