I did nothing fun, spontaneous, or immature in my last few hours as a teenager. I guess it's fitting, as that's how I spent most of those years: being really fucking bored.
Ah, what am I saying? It wasn't really that bad, was it? ('It' being the hours before my 20th birthday and my adolescence.)
Plus, Kimberly baked me a pie this afternoon. We were watching Pushing Daisies and got inspired. It was delicious.
So there's that.