Grow up

I'm 17 and I still like to draw pictures on fog covered windows
I'm 17 and I still get asked if I would like to take a picture with Santa.
I'm 17 and I sitll get a kick out of jokes involving boogers, cooties and any reference at all to Arthur
I'm 17 and I stll get teary-eyed while watching the Simpson's movie
I'm 17 and I still get really happy when I can walk down an entire street balancing on the curb
I'm 17 and I still start my sentences with "when I grow up" when talking about my future...this is problematic...
I'm 17 and I still refuse to eat fish and especially shark fin soup (this is equivalent to one of the deadly sins for an asian person. My dislike for seafood will, according to my grandma, seriously inhibit my ability to find a husband.)
I'm 17 and I still get an adrenalin rush out of playing hide and seek.
I'm 17 and I still believe puberty will knock at my door and apologize for being so incredibly late. Not gonna happen genes, not gonna happen.