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Confessions

I have some confessions to make.

1. I really, really, REALLY want to meet Randy from Say Yes to the Dress. Like, really bad. But, I would never spend thousands of dollars on a wedding dress from Kleinfelds, so that's a bit of a problem.

2. I've always wanted to live in a little house. I've never dreamt of mansions, I've dreamt of little cottages. So when I found this website, my imagination went a little crazy. Tumbleweed Houses

3. I made a twitter just so I could tell Jeffrey Donovan that I used a quote from his show as my senior quote. And that his future mother in law taught me astronomy. He didn't reply. I haven't gotten on since.

4. I have a phobia of puking. It's starting to get really bad.

5. During my Singing in the Rain cute date sugar high, the bestby and I got promise rings. The one I picked during my sugar high hurts my finger. So I now have this one. His is already turning his finger green. Hahaha!


6. I'm not even sure if boys are supposed to get promise rings.

7. I have three books waiting to be read, but I don't want them to be over so I haven't started them yet.

8. I was a little upset that the doctor didn't have any cute band aids for me after my shot.

9. I never take medicine until the last minute because I'm afraid my body will become immune to it and then it won't work when I need I really need it too.

10. Apparently I've shrunk half an inch in height. I was standing up straight when they measured me I swear!

11. I love stuffed animals.

12. I have a job interview at the college bookstore on Monday. I'm terrified to drive downtown by myself though.

13. I'm pretty lame at parties.

14. My new favorite snack is yogurt with strawberries and blueberries.

15. I take more naps than I should.

16. When I start really good episodes of House at 1:00 in the morning, I can't go to bed until I know what the heck is wrong with the person.

17. I'm really loving this purse!



18. I used to hate my middle name since it was so common. But it's growing on me.

19. I was sad when my cricket friend was relocated outside.


20. I don't like ending lists in odd numbers that aren't multiples of ten.
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