Thanks to beks405, we've now got a few indie crushes of our own—Zac Efron counts, right? —Sparkitors
I can happily say that I've never had a thing for Taylor Lautner, Justin Bieber, or a cast member of a... More →
First things first: you guys are TRIPPIN'. We haven't seen an identity crisis this bad since the late, great Are You Harry Potter? debate back in June—and even then, no one claimed to be Chuck Norris. But alas, we have only ourselves to... More →
Today, for the first time, Auntie advocates violent action. (She's just kidding, but still!) —SparkitorsDear Auntie,
I've recently made friends with a guy in my class and he is a really cool friend. The problem is I think he likes me and I don't like him.... More →
Do your thank-you notes also work to get checks, Pimento111, or only to thank people for checks you’ve already gotten? Let us know ASAP. –Sparkitors
A thank-you note is a classy way to show birthday-check-giving relatives your appreciation, and to get an... More →
Two Empire State Buildings?! We. Are. Dumbfounded!
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Dear Sparkitors:Here's a picture I took in NYC of the Empire State Building. You guys are in NYC, right? So you've seen the Empire State Building? Well, I bet you didn't know there were two of... More →
Chapter Eighteen: There Are No Words For ThisBella's Title: Who Wants to Date My Baby?
Let's try this again.
It's going to be tough blogging this chapter, because when I finished reading it, I threw it so hard it became embedded in the wall. Then I burned... More →
Chapter Eighteen: There Are No Words For This
Murmurs: It doesn't matter.
Mutters: What's the point?
Stephenie Meyer drives to me house, knocks on my door, and kicks me in the crotch while pouring broken glass into my mouth and shoving fire ants in my ears.... More →
Auntie hears from a Sparkler who's never needed to study—until now. —SparkitorsDear Auntie Sparknotes,
You've probably received countless emails begging for advice on sometimes silly matters. Just a head's up: this is most likely the silliest you'll ever receive. You see, my problem is that I... More →
There are definitely worse things than not being allowed to date, runxbabyxrun. Like remembering that you already ate all the cookie dough, and now the stores are closed. –Sparkitors
Here in my miniscule town, smack dab in the middle of the Western world, teen... More →