I am 10. I am a girl. I am “supposed” to be in 5th Grade. Yes, I am in 6th grade. isn’t it great?! Yeah, I’m the youngest of my class! I have this (I should stop using “I” now you think?) thing that annoys me a bit is that, I am a little less mature than the girls in my class (you might be wondering why I didn’t say “boys”, I know I am more mature than them, seriously. Believe me!).

I do act like I am as mature as them, well because my good friends are at least a year older than me. :(, it’s kinda sad because I can’t experience the same things as them and I have a curfew, always! MOst of my friends can go to the trains by themselves! The only other girls I know my age are way to mature now (physically, not mentally. That’s my department.)

So, I’m kind of left out when it goes to the body area of girl talk. Heck, I even talk to boys now, at least nones that are mature enough to have a good conversation with. I interrupt a lot, so they get bored, ’cause I talk a lot. I can spend an hour online chatting, phone chatting, phew. You don’t want to know! >:D

Anyway, that’s my blabber of early Sunday morning. 😉