Today a friend asked me what I was going to write about today. My answer was 'I don't know, whatever I'm thinking about at the time.' The problem is now I have nothing on my mind apart from; What the hell should I write? The freshest thing in my head right at the moment is my recent visit to a so called 'Teen Chat Room'. The only thing is out of the 135 people online at that point I bet only 25% of them were actually teenagers, and the rest just dirty middle aged men trying to get lucky online. I'm also wondering why so many people feel the need to go online to make friends and/or talk dirty to each other. You may be thinking I'm spending so much time complaining about it when I was on there in the first place. This is true, however it also entertains me by how many horny teenage guys send me private messages telling me things I'd much rather not know, it's a small pleasure I get, similar to 'Googling' your own name (which I am also guilty of doing.)
Another thing on my mind is of course guys! I mean come on I'm sixteen, they are always on my mind! My current problem consists of a very nice sixth former. It may not sound like a big problem... but it is. Around this time last week this particular guy was going out with a friend. Well, I say a friend, she's more like someone I talk to and who is very close friends with other friends of mine. (If you can even follow that). Anyways, last night I was complaining to anyone on facebook who cared about how badly my chemistry revision was going when all of a sudden, pop! That little red bubble that shows you have a notification tells me that this particular guy has commented on my whiny status. About half an hour later we have decided to meet up when school starts again to help me. Now if you've ever seen a cheesy American film where the smart, funny guy offers to give you a hand on homework, it ALWAYS ends up as tutoring in more than chemistry if you get what I mean. There is also the case of the ex... A moment ago Bunny (the step mum) popped up on chat saying 'Tell me again why you aren't going out with (we'll call him Dan) Dan?' So at this point I'm very awkward and feeling guilty for even breaking up with him when she follows up with 'Why don't you invite him for tea?' So I just smile and nod and wish desperately that she might just forget. And even now we still aren't quite finished on this subject. Another guy who I have liked for a very long time now attended a party that I was at last Thursday. At around one in the morning we started getting close to each other (nothing to extreme, not even a peck on the cheek). For a very shy boy messing around upstairs accompanied with my best friend and her boyfriend, complaining over me being the 'big spoon' when all for of us climbed into the huge king sized bed and started acting like loonies, seemed like a huge milestone. Sadly, I haven't heard from him since. There is also another guy who is totally hot! However is also the biggest prick on the planet! And that's all that needs saying on that one.
Wow, looking back on all I've just written makes me feel like a real floozy! Just putting it out there that I'm not. It's true that I like a good flirt and always have my eye out for fit guys, but as I said earlier I'm sixteen, it's how I'm programmed to work.
Now I'm sitting in my mums family room watching Prissy drool over her Justin Bieber book, Beth attempt to do cartwheels on the front lawn (I just keep seeing a whirl of arms and legs fly by the window.), my step dad writing something in Prissy's pink cupcake covered notepad, and feeling the constant stare my mum is giving me whilst nagging me about having her turn on the laptop. So over and out my beautiful readers!
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