The dramas of being a new born teenager

Highschool is probably one of the most dramatic places on earth. Especially mine. People say that all those sitcoms about highschool drama, friendships and romances are all fake and it doesn’t actually happened, well it sure as hell happens at my school. I’m pretty sure that if a film crew followed me around for a day they would have enough matirial for a full season of bad television.
A friend of mine has a truly rocky love life and he’s thirteen. He has recently suffered a harsh break up, in which it could of been broken to him a little more softly. As he describes it, ‘she left him like yesterday’s chutney” I think that’s a Big Bang theory quote, but I can’t be sure.
Another friend of mine, was half forced into going out with some just because everyone else found him cute. Eventually of course that both split apart, mainly because they despised each other. The only reason they could even consider the ‘us’ factor was because they would look nice together.
What’s even weirder is that every one of my friends is from an age range of eleven to thirteen and they are hooking up and kissing and whatever else people decide to giggle about. I do not have a boyfriend. Nor do I intend of aquiring one. I’m twelve, therefore I am going to behave like a twelve year old. I am Clementine-at-twelve, not Clementine-at-twelve-pretending-to-be-sixteen.
Another weird thing is if you are even in the remote vicinity of a boy it is the automatic response of everyone is that either you like him or he’s your boyfriend. This particular rule is incredibly annoying for one such as myself. I have a lot of boys-who-are-my-friends. (this is to be only said with finger quotation marks) I like hanging out with boys and often sit with them. They get that. It’s surprising, guys seem alot less interested in the consept of “oh my god I want a girl/boyfriend!!” In the conversations I have taken part in most of the topics were youtube videos, football, bad music and good music. I know they still have their crushes and so on but they don’t let that take on their entire lives. Of corse this is just my veiw, they may be totally into their crushes I’m not there.
After a lot of persuading I have finally convinced everyone, (mostly th girls) that I don’t wish for a boyfriend and that I do not like anyone at all. To properly emphasise this I have magically created a new term. This term is “guy pals”. It is an incredibly useful term because it uses neither “boy” nor “friend” which is very good for lowering suspicion. Creating a new term in high school is actually very easy. All you have to do is explain it and viola, someone says it to someone else and so on and so on. The chain goes on.
At camp (the very same one that was featured in my last blog post.) I had to sleep in a cabin full of girl, which I can now say was about as easy as trying to eat the titanic. In the depth of the night, something very odd happens to teenage girls. It’s like become the were wolf. Suddenly in the midst of the conversation all anyone can talk about is boys. Boys, boys, boys. And they make up these game like kill, marry or snog. Your givin three names and you must either kill, marry or snog them.
Any way tired now. Have to clean my room, but feeling very rotten. I Hope your life is less dramatic than mine.

The importance of not doing exactly what you want

I have been thinking alot about introversion lately , as I have just gotten back from a three day school camp. Someone I know (I can’t really say he is my friend when it is a rarity we converse in words but more in a language of sighs) is not quite dealing with their introversion. As I am trying to tell you this story I must also respect this persons privacy and as I cannot really call him a new name because I think he would disagree with that I will call this fine fellow T.
I realised that T was introverted at the disco on the second night. For me personally (I’d say it varies from person to person) the day ends at round about three in the afternoon, and that’s on a good day. It’s when your imediate instinct whenever anyone tries to make conversation with you is to yell at them to shut up and go away or to ignore them completely. T was doing exactly what most introverts do, trying not to run to a room, lock himself in it. He kind of floated around the dance frowning at everything in sight, occasionally sitting down.
You might wonder that it wrong to judge him about his actions that evening, but trust me I have stared at that face in the mirror and seen that face to many times not to know what it means. Of corse the fact that everyone was really trying to make him lose it probably wasn’t helping his mood. While he was doing this I was feeling exactly the same. When it’s the end of the day and you have just finished four heart stopping activities, most of which make your stomach launch itself in to your chest, and you have not lost your temper until then it is not that easy.
Any who this is the end of this blog post simply because I have utterly forgotten what eles I was going to write about. Tata.