Never mind.

Yeah.. so I didn't want to give up on the blog JUST yet. ALSO that post I made, about "Emily Rosabelle" was for a school project. I deleted it any ways, just wanted to clarify that.

So, how have you guys been? Well, I've been good. My Valentines was good, spent it with my family. All we did was play cards, but I'm not even 15 yet, I don't need a boyfriend, unlike most girls my age.

Seriously, these generations of girls between the ages of 8-14 are seriously going down hill. I am embarrassed for them. Last summer - or it could have been early September - I was driving home, and I noticed a girl walking with her friends. She had her hair in a pony-tail, was wearing heels, a mini pink skirt, one of those off the shoulder shirts ( but it had holes in it. not like rips, but like the holes you see on those old, itchy blankets. they were meant to be there ) with just a bando underneath.

She also had thick white, big ass sunglasses resting on her head, and her face was PACKED with make up. Nose was pierced and she was wearing those huge hoop earrings. Her walk was like the ones you see on a movie, hips bouncing from side to side like she owned the fucking world. In her hand was an IPhone. To wrap this all up, she looked about 8.


Are you kidding me?! 8 year olds walk around with their ass' hanging out and push up bras on. Now, I'm not saying I am perfect. I don't always wear a tank-top on my low cut shirts, and some times I do put on make up, but I'm not in grade 3.

Now the boyfriend factor. My one friend has this issue, where she gets all crying and sad because she hasn't had a boyfriend yet. We are only 13, and she finds it horrifying that she hasn't had her first kiss yet. Come on! For fucks sakes, enjoy your child hood. The worst part is, she goes on saying 'I miss the days when you were cool because you had crayons with the sharpener.' It's your own damn fault you aren't cool for that reason any more. You are the one who couldn't wait to leave it.

I know a boy named Danyon, who has a new girlfriend every week. Another one of my friends gave a blow job in grade 5. SHE WAS 10! I'm sorry, but our great-great grandparents, who are watching down on us must be really disappointed.