Nonsense about me

Once again it’s my turn to write a blog. I’ve tried my hardest to come up with something and I really couldn’t. Therefore I’ll be a real douchebag and write about a topic I might know a bit of: Myself. Yep it’s going to be about me. Well actually it was more something else that got me thinking about me and who I am. A few days ago I was lying on the grass, in the sun during school, talking with one of friends from my German-class. Okay to be honest, my only friend from German-class but yeah at least I’m not alone. Anyway we were discussing boys, of course, and not doing what we should. We’re not very close at all but all of a suddenly I got to know a lot about her. She told me that she once had had sex with a Hungarian lifeguard at a roller-coaster during the night and they were both really drunk. This girl doesn’t fit in the “type” of friends I normally talk to so I didn’t really know what to say afterwards. So I began wondering of course because only a few days before that conversation one of my other friends had told me that I was “innocent by heart”. First I rejected the statement but after the conversation I think my friend might be right: maybe I’m “innocent” to some extent. Well I mean I’m not “the wild type”. I don’t drink or smoke and it’s no secret that I’ve never been in a relationship, so I haven’t been really close to any boys. And thinking of this, it reminds me of something else. One of my amusing friends, who really love games, movies and all kind of TV-shows, think I’m a very innocent and pure girl who needs protection. This means she doesn’t think I can handle people swearing, having sex, taking drugs etc for example if we’re watching a film where this appears. Usually I laugh when she “protects” me but the truth is I can handle a lot more than some people think. Getting new friends, starting at a new school have changed me in many ways and I feel more confidence than ever and for some reason a bit less innocent. Maybe it’s a part of growing up but hey I’m not trying to sound like a smart-ass-genius I’m only 17. But where am I going which all this? I’m not sure I just make this up as I come along and perhaps it’s a little bit personal *sarcastic cough*. I better stop writing. I hope this was… interesting. Or something.