I saw this curse while reading fanfiction and I found it so funny that kept on saying it. Then mom heard me.

Never has the phrase been more appropriate.


Now for something else.

If you were a fifteen year-old girl who just started entering the world of fanfiction and merry-sues.

Let me tell you a story~

I was doing some late night homework when mom came up to tell me she was watching twilight (the snack fridge was in front of my room see, and my door was open). At that moment my brain stopped and I couldn't remember what I was doing. But then I got a hold of myself and started going back to homework. Maybe she's just passing time.

"I didn't know it was going to be so good!"

Wait, what?

So the regal, well acquainted mature business woman that I look up to as my mother seems to have vanished in a flash of thirty minutes. Mom loves mystery novels, but I guess she has never read anything aside from that genre since, oh I dunno, highschool?

Imminent reaction to this astounding revalation:

Was watching Nick Vujicic when I ran into my prof in the computers. Yeah.

Just a rantble that came up when mom was in one of her "my baby's using the internet and I'm worried some deranged stalker-person might take her away" phases again. Not making much sense here I think.

So howdy there moms--note that this is a post that was made by a person who still lives with their parents so why the hell would you listen to me? Because, although you live with your kids and have been raising them since they were in their poopers, sometimes the one of the best people who can understand them is a person their age.

Going on, reading this, you probably know what it's about. Yeah, I'm gonna talk about why your kids hate you and how you might be able to fix it. Remember, this is advice--don't blame me for the outcome. I gave you a choice but it was up to you to decide.

Remember the good ol'days of old blogs like blogspot and friendster?

Yeah, we're not gonna talk about that.

Anyway, my mom showed me this vid earlier where the beginning was of President Obama talking about Facebook and how you should be safe about it. A few minutes there was a lady who said that giving a kid their privacy was a load of bull. Now that right there would render them to hate you. Note, parents, that some kids like sharing their thoughts, works, and work on the internet--and a lot of these kids are very competent, know that.

But what if you were the parent of a child who had so much talent and potential and just wanted to share this with the world? But not you?

"Oh please, I am more than enough for my child. Besides, they have their friends, they can share whatever it is with them." There's the thing, believe it or not, some kids don't feel like their parents and friends are enough. It's a sad thing really, but it's the truth. I myself feel the same at times and I don't think that's really wrong, I think it's perfectly natural.

Continuing on, there are also kids who just want to share their feelings with other people anonymously without parents knowing because, honestly, do you really want your mom and dad to know everything about you? Knowing exactly what you thought, exactly what you felt, and exactly how you would react? It sounds far fetched, I know, but like I said some kids feel that way and when they do, it's suffocating. It's almost like you have some odd ball stalker-dude of your own.

"So how can I monitor them and at the same time give them their privacy?" That there's a tricky question. Although, my advice is that you try what my mother and I did before we got a laptop.

Back then, we owned a PC, and I could do almost whatever the hell I wanted with it along with internet liberty. But there was this one downfall--the PC was encircled by three things, my mom's room, my room, and the staircase. Also, we lived in a house with more than just the two of us. So people regularly came and went to clean, to talk, to eat, etc. all while I was on the net.

I kind of hated it because I didn't get to do much with all the hubub. But it did allow my mom to not worry about what I did online, at the same time, I didn't have to worry about my mom breathing down my neck. Also, we had only one PC, and mom works from home, so meaning, I only had ample time to myself. I had my privacy of course--not as private as I'd hope, but private enough. Like using WiFi in Starbucks.

During the expanse of me and mom sharing a computer before having the laptop (which I keep in my room and use WiFi on)  it gave me time to think. Since I was time-pressured, I had thoughts that went, "Do I really need this?" "What will I gain?" "So what if I have one?" Up to this day I have never had a myspace, friendster, plurk, twitter, facebook, etc. I had a blogspot once back in 2003, but I never used it not even once. And I only recently made a multiply account for selling work--and even then I still don't use my real name or info.

As thoughts raced through my head, I became more reasonable with the sites and why I should and shouldn't visit them. I earned a more responsible persona, something some kids me age would probably learn as well.

So long story short: Parents, put the PC in big open space--not too open, of course--give the kids like about two to three and a half, maybe, hours to do their stuff, and at the same time you never need to hover.

Another example would be some of my friends. One of them only have a laptop since their PC broke many moons ago and now all share their Acer in the living room. Which is cool since you can watch TV and surf at the same time. And I have another friend who has both a PC and a laptop but use both in their parents rooms since it's only allowed to do so their. Meaning, their mom, dad, and siblings come and go to check up on them, but they still have the room to themselves.

A bit of advice--up to you to take it.