I love my un-innocent, imperfect life <3

I'm definitely not the model student or child. If I fail a test, it's unlikely I will think much of it for more than 5 minutes... if that... A grade less than an A does not scare me whatsoever. My parents have barely any clue what year I am in in school, let alone the concept of skyward online grading. When I said I was taking the ACT, my dad asked if it was a theater audition, (acting?! wtf!) not a nationally administered standardized test. My parents and I have a trust relationship when it comes to school, they know I'm trying my best and doing what I need to do, they never know what projects or tests are going on to give me reminders to study or meet deadlines. Thus, I have academic freedom and independence. There is also no pressure to go to a particular college. My mom wants me to apply wherever I want to go, whether it be Harvard or Normandale. I am definitely not perfect, and I will never bother to try to perfect myself. My room is covered in magazine clippings, there is probably diet coke cans stacked up from finals from last term, likely a mound of clothes the size of everest in the middle of the floor, my lacrosse stick strewn across one corner and my guitar in the other. My family is not full of success stories. I will be exceeding the expectations if I graduate from high school on time and without any major chemical dependencies. My family would love me even if I dropped out and took a liking to cocaine next weekend. Living in the moment is something I do best, and it doesn't always turn out perfect, but it's good enough for me. I'm experienced in certain adult ventures, but how does that make me a bad person? There were never those forbidden fruits in my house. I rarely call my parents to update them about my whereabouts, they know I'll be smart and figure out the evening myself. They were never worried about me working in a restaurant, an industry known for its dysfunctional people, and getting exposure to the much less desirable aspects of life. I competed in debate for two years, and got to third place, respectively, at state tournaments both years, did I force my parents to watch long debates so I could feel supported? hell no, I did it for myself and by myself. Oops I just swore in a blog post, how trashy of me. Like I said, IMPERFECTION. I've attended concerts where you were less likely to find someone who wasn't stoned at more risky venues than the Xcel center. My parents have no idea who a majority of my friends are, even if I introduce them, it's likely they'll forget in 10 minutes, so what is the point? My mom knows I have way more guy friends than girl friends, but she knows that it's simply because I get along with boys much better than girls, because they bring less drama to the table. I know I'm imperfect, but I am a good person. I don't accuse people of things I am not certain that they did. I don't say things about people behind their backs if I don't have the balls to say the exact same thing to their face. I definitely do not trust most people, but I can roll with life and pretend that I do anyway. I value every moment of my life, and if it requires breaking the rules, drinking too much caffeine and spending impulsively, than so be it. Gotta live like we're dying.