My bet is, it's gonna end real dirty.

I'm in Panama City Beach. Sounds like fun, right? Well, I failed to mention that I'm with my family. It's going to be a rough couple of days. I've come to realize that I'm to smart for my own good. And I mean that in the most not-pompous way possible. :/ What I mean is, they don't look at things the way I do. They're very simple and really don't have any cares other than my crazy Grandmother calling a llama "the ugliest donkey she'd ever seen." You see, it doesn't take much for me to get aggravated with their simple nature. Not to mention that they all think I'm the baby still. I know, I know. I have a wonderful family and have no room to complain. It's just a little depressing when I see other people that have more savvy parents. Mine still think that going to a bar means you're only there to slut it up and take someone home. They haven't figured out that it's the only venue to see live music in Florence. So, if you haven't figured it out, they're pretty old fashion. I'm totally fine with that, to an extent. I do certainly wish they were cool with somethings, but I guess I'm going to have to get over it. I just wish sometimes that they would realize that I'm almost 19. It doesn't sound that old, but I'm 20x more mature than my age entails. Hopefully, they'll cut the cord and let me on my why. It would help if I didn't completely rely on them... And that's my fault. They pay all of the bills... including the small things, like gas. I know, I'm a sad individual. This is definitely my last summer on the payroll. I hope I can get over this by the fall semester. It's time to make them realize I'm growing up. That's how it's suppose to be, right?