You're nowhere near being an adult, but at least you can listen to your Annie soundtrack in your own room. Do they make Fisher Price CD players for kids now, and do kids still like Annie? I don't know any kids, so I have to reflect on my own life in the seventies for inspiration.
You're probably in about seventh grade, and have just discovered that there is music other than Classic Rock or Country/Western like mom and dad listen to. Unfortunately, the music that you've discovered is also crap, but you've still reached a new stage in life, in which you are influenced by peers and not your parents. You will probably either drop your tiny boombox or leave it outside where it will be rained on, and then you'll be grounded for not taking care of your stuff.
You're in high school now, I bet, and you now prefer Korn to the Backstreet Boys (or in my case, Pearl Jam to the New Kids on the Block). This stereo has to be hooked up. That may seem cool to you now, but it will cause you innumerable problems when you move as an adult.
You're now close enough to being an adult that you're constantly tired. Welcome to college.
You've lived in that dorm for a whole semester now, and you've discovered that the communal AV equipment in the basement is a little too communal for your tastes.
You got your own apartment, and you have no idea how they made toast before they had toasters. Also, for some reason, your grandmother has given you a mixer for Christmas, even though you never really mix anything. You probably bought yourself a blender, for obvious alcholic reasons, but it was only $8 and it broke when you tried to blend up some ice cubes (which came from trays, not an icemaker).
Your mom is tired of you calling her, asking how to heat up pizza or cook bacon without a microwave, so she bought you one for Christmas. Really, though, how can she blame you? Who ever heats up leftovers on the stove? I never even thought of that till I had my own apartment with no microwave.
The vacuum cleaner that your mom has had since before you were born, you know, the one with which she vaccuumed the shag carpet, is now broken, and you haven't vaccuumed in two months, and there's now a tumbleweed in your living room, so you're forced to buy a new one.
You graduated from college, and now that you're never going to write a paper ever again, your parents bought you a computer as a gift. Well, it's cheaper than a new car.
You have a job now, and they pay you an adequate sum of money so you can purchase such large, expensive items as washers and dryers. You're sick of going to the laundrymat, and you never have any quarters, and the bank is never open when you are not being a corporate slave, so you really have no choice but to buy your own laundry implements. You are now an adult. You should have begun to freak out about this by now, and if you haven't, you must've been brainwashed or something. It's scary, hard to meet guys, and there are bills.
