Hi.

Check this out.

This is some mom with 6 kids living in somewhere in this country who posted an ebay listing with a humorous story below it. She was trying to sell some Pokemon cards that her kids snuck into the cart when they were at the store. She did not want these cards. So she posts them on ebay. Writes up a whole cute little story on ebay about her kids, the store, and how she got the cards. It was quite a cute story, actually. Made me smile. So anyways, she posts these cards on ebay and somehow (probably forwarded e-mail) this ebay link was circulated through cyberspace. That ebay listing got thousands of views and a bunch of watchers, and the cards sold for about $150.

Wow.

But it didn't end there. I find it very weird that this happened, but this particular ebay listing got so much attention that she started getting publishing deals.
Seriously.
Off an ebay listing.
I know.

She also has a blog. Which you may notice is my link at the top of this post.

It is wonderful.
It's just a log of a few of the kajillions of weird and un-normal things that happen in a household containing children.

I don't know how many teenagers would like this kind of stuff...I think most of her blog watchers now are those mothers who somehow have time to do nothing on the internet...but I find her stuff very well-written and she can usually give me a good laugh.
(I am the oldest of 11 children, as well, so while I know more than anyone that little kids are total pains in one's ass, I know that they can do some pretty damn funny stuff too. )
So I liked this blog.
Check it out, is all I'm saying. Remember this lady, she may just become a best-seller one day.

Now on to my life.
Ha.
Anything worth talking about?

Let me sit and think about that.
No.

Really.
I'm feeling a little angsty. Which is why I'm sitting in front of the damn computer and not doing my homework or cleaning the kitchen or doing anything that is productive in any way.

Lately I've had a lot of freaking words. A lot.
I wrote a nine-page note the other day to a friend.
Spent about all day on it.
Told her all about this boy crush sob-story I went through in sophomore year.
Not that you want to know.
I'm not telling you.
How much do you really want to know about 15-year-old boys?
(sigh)

Anyways.
Sorry.
I'm really developing a tendency to not be able to shut the **** up when I'm writing anymore.

There's so much nothing to say, I just want to get it all out!!

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Now one thing I want to talk about.
Liking people in high school.
So great....but so god damn angsty.
Oh my god.

What kind of torture is it to find your eyes scouring the hallways every passing period just for a glance of that ONE PERSON, hoping and maybe even praying that they *might* talk to you or something.
There's that. That sucks.
And then there's the jealous psycho you turn into every time you see said person talking to anything that resembles a female.
That sucks too.
And of course, the killer, when you actually DO get to talk to this person, and you find the conversation quite boring and uninteresting. (Oh my god. Deja Vu. Have I written about this before?)
It all sucks.
Infatuation.
Teenage "love"
It sucks beyond anything I know.

So try to watch out for it.
If you happen to be a desperate and hopeless teenager like myself, try not to like people too much.
It just sucks.
I promise.