This. Is. Real.

This post will probably be the most realist thing of you will ever read on this blog.

I am not lying about anything further.

1. Yes I am a sexually active teenager, and I am not embrassed about my consorting with boys.

2. No protection does not always work, but Yes I do trust and use it.

3. I realise with me being activated that I can produce a child of some sort.

4. IF I do have a baby at my young age, that child will not and will never be a mistake.

5. According to number 4, I will not ever get an abortion, adoption sounds less scary and is a happy alternative.

6. I realise at this point in life I am not prepared for one but I would be proud to bring life into this world.

Yes i am not ashamed about being sexually active, and yes i realise that the Mommy squad does read my blog. No i am not a virgin. I haven't been for some while, my mother is not yet comfortable with it, but she has yet to shun me so I would take that as a good sign. Currently now there is nothing left for me to say.

But remember this, just because a girl is not a virgin doesn't mean she chose that path so the next time we think about making fun of a non-virgin remember that people have feelings and if your a parent the same thing can be said about you.

i'm so sick of sex

sex

sex

sex

sex

titties

dickk

penis

Gosh are you not tired of sex selling every fucking thing??

(yeah i'm cussing in this one.. OPPS)

Like the bitches having orgasms in the shower because they are washing their hair with some weird ass shampoo. Its the summer time my showers are cold as shit, there is no need for me to be all hot and steamy with my fucking conditioner.

What about the bitch who talks about a fucking sandwhich?? Like "OH HOT STEAMY BREAD THAT HAS DEAD COW AND CHEESE OH THAT JUST GETS ME OFF BABY LETS TO GO TO WINGSTOP" and then the bitch behind her is like "I'll have what she's having."

You, her, and the shower lady are all fucking crazy and you all deserve eachother.

Like seriously? The next big thing is going to be 2 people having sex and then the camera focuses on a pepsi can.

like really america??

is that what you are doing to sell fucking soda?

Also i get that a condom commercial is going to have something sexual in it but IF and WHEN i buy condoms I am not going to care what it is suppose to do. Look its making LOVE if you want ice in your hoo-ha just stick one up there. Guys if you really want your penis on fire, walk by an oven with a hard-on.

I'm tired of watching TV and having some big boobied blonde bitch trying to sell me something. I think that the only commercials i like so far are the Carl's JR ones because they just actually make sense.

DAMN. SEX.

Charlie <3

the thing about diets

there are somethings that should be done over the summer and some things that just happen.

Currently a mate of mine has decided to do that stupid thing that people do and

GO ON A DIET!!

Can i please just stress the stupidity of these things?

First you start to cut down on the things you eat.

Then you starting counting what you are eating.

My own personal rule because i am a bad skinny person remember? If you love food, food will love you back. Its the best relationship in the world. And by love food, i don't mean EATING IT i mean if you appreciate the true meaning of food, it will love you back. Instead of just EATING FOOD try LOVING FOOD.

What do i mean by loving food? I mean instead of walking into your kitchen and looking for something to eat. Look for something to make, something that requires preperation and actual cooking time, not the button on the microwave. You will appreciate the fact that you can cook and you will love and appreciate your food more. ANDDDD your food will love you back because it's much more healthier. I know sometimes that it is difficult to actually make food when people are so use to having a mircowave, that is why when i grow up to have my own house, i will not own one. They are no good and are evil!!

What can you make in a microwave that you can't make in an oven?? Or on a stove top?? I was once addicted to my microwave, i microwaved everything, INCLUDING BACON!! But then i stopped and realized that my microwave shouldn't be treating my food this way. Spinning it around making a mocery of it, no.. I should be putting this burrito on a flat pan and putting it in the oven, the way it dreamt of being cooked the first day it came out the bag of flour. Then my love affair with food was created, and i wanted to eat everything in the entire world. Instead of chomping down on everything try just biting it and actually tasting what you made.

Moral of this post is:

If you are going to do anything crazy and stupid, like a diet, do it for yourself, not because that is what society demands. When doing something stupid like a diet, try to do it with the right mindset, because if you are doing it just to get skinny then you are going to get right back to that happy place called nowhere. And that place really sucks since i want to hang out with you down here on planet earth :)

♥Charlie.

this won't last long so enjoy it whilst you can

Short hair never really looked great on me.

I. Look. Like. A. Little. Girl.

Luckily it won't be long. Til i'm back to my long brown hair.

So anyways!!!! :D

I am happy. Very Happy. EXTREMLY Happy. :)

I sold out. Yeah pretty much. Oh well. As long as I am happy what else could matter?

But I guess it does. Because my friends don't like my Boyfriend..

OH Didn't you hear, yeah i got one.

:) =] =-)

Pretty awesome yes?

YEAHHHHHHH!

But even though my friends don't like my boyfriend i could give half a crap less. It's not up to then to choose who makes me happy, and who doesn't. They only speak words to their boyfriends and i'm not going to be nice about this shit. (Did you know This & Shit are spelled with the same letters?) One no BOTH of them are not faithful. One (Squiggles) doesn't know how to let go and leads boys on and then complains when her and her's get into fights. The other (Mustache) doesn't know how to keep to one man. It's all very sad, sometimes i wonder like wow, if they just knew how to talk to theirs they wouldn't have all these problems in their relationships. No i am not perfect in relationships but i am DAMN NEAR CLOSE. Which is why I get LTR's and not 1NS's. Everyone can say that they are different which is so Original. But me nope. I'm a classic. :D

There's a different Bee-otch.

I'm not going to talk about relationship advice, because you have to learn it on your own. But i will say this.

If you let your friends run your life in every decision you make, like boyfriends,music,movies,food, anything..Who is really living your life?? You or The people around you? Don't be a puppet. There's a reason they are hard to find, because no likes someone running their life. That and i bet a hand up your butt doesn't feel so great either.

with all love.

Charliee :)

Who are your friends??

who are the people you call your friends??

would you tell them anything?

share everything with them?

be there for them, no matter what the circumstance?

I would, I would, and Yeah i'd be there.

There are some moments in my life where I realise i have not been around the right type of company and have been calling the wrong people my friends. My friends are my worst enemies, they make me mad, piss me off, and act like they are so retarded for no reason at all. I have yet to find friends that are not going to screw me up. Friends should not do this to you. You should be around company that is accepting and caring and loving. Friends should be willing to go through and hell and back and then say "My turn".

please excuse the shortness of this post.

What do teenagers do?

nothing can ever really prepare you for a mom's freak out. Nothing not one single person in the world can ever stop my mum from freaking out, sometimes i just let her go until she stops by herself. And sometimes i have to walk away because her flip outs are just too hilarious. My favorite so far has been about Super Glue. But sometimes i realise that my mum doesn't see it through my eyes because she only sees what she sees and she doesn't know the full story like i do. Which is really funny because sometimes she rants about the details that are obvious and would make her stop ranting. Here is one of our little "arguements"

"Mum i'm hungry"

-i'm making burgers for dinner on the barbeque

(looks into the freezer and reads a label that said fries)

-don't eat the fries i'm making them for dinner

"Mum i wasn't going to eat the fries"

-then why are they on the counter if you werent going to eat them??

"I set them there to look for other things"

-you don't have to do that you can just move them

"Then i can't see whats behind them"

-eat the chicken

"What chicken?"
-THE ONE I MADE FOR YOU WHEN YOU WERE AT YOUR MATES HOUSE!!

"Ok, where is it?"

-LOOK IN THE FRIDGE YOUR RIGHT THERE!!

after that i usually walked away but anyway that i would of chosen i would of had to walk past her so i just stood there and starred at her, and she eventually called me weird and went away.

I'm not a therapist.

it may seem selfish to others that dont know me, but i like me.

I like me alot, i like me so much that i don't care about you. I only care about me. So no i don't

want to hear about how your life is so messed up, or how bad you got it.

Someone will always have it worse, fact.

I don't know who has the worse life out there but i'm pretty sure that if you have

Love

Clean Water

Sheltar

and don't have to worry about bugs attacking you and infecting you with some disease in your sleep

Your life is pretty fucking nice.

So please save me the sob story because i don't really give a shit. Nope.

If your bed is not made out of straw,dirt, or fucking newspapers, shut the hell up.

I hate getting calls when I am napping on my comfortable bed, in my not made of fucking sticks house, from people that probably have the same conditions on how their life is so fucking tragic.

That shit dont mean a thing to me,

go lay on your bed and try to imagine it as hard ass GROUND.

Go ahead try,

pretty hard aint it. Your an american (proud of it or not) you live in a country

that will allow you to go out and practice your religion claiming that people are going to die a certain day at a certain hour, without being shot. You get a trial where instead of someone saying that you are just fucking guilty, you are put infront of your peers and they determine if your

guilty or not. So please people

cut the shit.

Someone has it worse, so please don't call your therapist friend, go lay down on your bed that aint made of mud, turn on your TV that is flat, and put the shut to the up.