Millennial Generation, Generation Y, Generation Next or maybe Generation Sex, whatever you call them, people born between 1982 to the present are the next to inherit the earth.

What will they accomplish, change, create, destroy? With the indecisiveness of this group, we will just have to wait and pray they do not 'four letter word' it up more than the previous Generation Xers.

About a month ago, after I clocked out for the evening at my barely-meeting-law-requiring-pay job, I ran around the corner to get a drink and wind down for the evening.

On this particular night the watering hole was almost vacant. A couple of regulars were playing a lenient game of pool, and the ghosts occupying the upstairs were producing all the creeks and squeaks to make the night complete.

My friend, who had accompanied me to the bar and was unable to deal with the low volume, picked out some Aerosmith on the jukebox.

On the tube a clip aired showing previews on stories about scandalous new video and exclusive pictures of J-Lo's and Marc Anthony's 'private' nuptials.

"All these stories and more after these messages."

The year is 2004, the place 'average' American suburbia, where sex is what supports and all those who are not in the know are left out in cyberspace.

Even before the commercials were over, the bartender, the journalist and her friend were talking about the future.

The future that for some, including all of the above mentioned, did not look very optimistic.

Sex, drugs and dirty words. What else could there be to life? It is what makes the world go down.

So the three drowned their realization in beer to numb the painful reality, in a time where beer and Tylenol are the lowest level cure-alls.

In a reality where reality is only entertaining when people are eating hundred-year-old eggs.

Dropping the 'F' bomb on television is OK sometimes (when used as an adjective to express that something is really good).

What else can happen? I know I can not wait to see, although I still have my worries and doubts.

In today's world we are connected like never before. We pretend to care but fail, and humanity is now a pop culture ideal (whatever that means).

Energy drinks, low-carb diets and reality television are supposed necessities to feed the minds of 'Generation Right Now.' There is no time to wait and think.

This fast-paced world keeps us from stopping to smell ... anything.

I was reading an article in Time magazine addressed to the graduating class of 2004, those students graduating college. This gripped my attention because I am part of this group.

The article singled this group out as individuals caught in the mainstream and sinking.

It ended on an upward slope assuring the youth they would float back to the surface in the end, and all the rest of the way.

Floating? Now that is definitely what I have been working all of my life for, to float.

Whether you are one of the ones destined to float down the river, sink to the bottom, or do a strip tease while smoking crack, yell obscenities while eating an Atkins Friendly Subway wrap and drinking Nelly's Pimp Juice, it is Generation Who the Hell Knows What Will Happens time to shine.

Megan Smith is a senior journalism major from New Rochelle, N.Y., and serves as news editor for The Tech Talk. E-mail comments to mrs027@latech.edu.