I want to party.
I want to go out every night to see bands play (even when they suck).
I want to spend the day sleeping beside you, tangled in your arms.
I want to get lost in this city with my friends.
I want to spend the holidays with my cat and roommate.
I want to read the books I choose on my own time.
I want to write words without caring about grammar or APA format.
I want to paint.
I want to get involved.
Fuck deadlines. Fuck being uninspired. Fuck someone else's rules.
I'm a righteous babe... I'll finish this semester,
but then I'm looking for explosions in the sky.