I confess.....

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i confess... way too much when people start to be friendly towards me.

even though i know this scares them off, i keep doing it probably out of a desire to get all the "bad" stuff laid out so then it's over with and we can get on with the good stuff and be friends now, but it's usually an empty room at that point... so i confess that i repress myself in public but it makes me hate people because i have to be fake-plastic for them.

CAGE! cage the RAGE with a SMILE of teeth bars!

I confess that I love to create different medias of art, using my painting programmes on my laptop.

in highschool i wrote the sentence "break a baby with a bat...again again again AGAIN AGAIN AGAINAGAINAGAIN...." obsessively over and over. and the first time it was just a thought, but as i kept copying it over, and over several weeks, the "agains" got bigger and bigger untill the page was all black ink and shreds.

i confess icarus-rist-assist's posts about turkey-pot pie and ewoks made me fall-down laugh and screech "EWOK! EWOK!" but then i stopped dead with the this thought of pure genius-- OH! oh! i am so hungry! i SO need a turkey-POT-PIE!! ! and the laughter fell of my face, but perhaps it will come back as i dance to the kitchen and contemplate how i feel about those tough little Ewoks...

I confess I wish, just for once, I could come online and sit back knowing I will stay online for the duration. I wish I could afford to get my own net right now

I confess that I think Ewoks are cute.

I confess women, and people in general run away from me as if i was wearing some sort of repelant.

I confess to Almighty Aspie that both radios in my house are worthless pieces of s hit!

I confess that I have yet to see Star Wars (any of them); the only reason I know what an Ewok is is because my mother adores any fuzzy creature that's not liable to tear her ankles off without being provoked. I have seen an hour and half tape on the making of the light saber scene on the lava planet; that's the closest I've ever seen to it.

I confess I am seemingly unable to concentrate lately; I can't seem to get things done, even if I understand them and/or they're incredibly easy.

I also confess that there are a bunch of confessions that I've been mentally writing over the past few days; I planned to write them here as well, so we'll see whether or not they're beyond my attention span as well.

I confess that I've managed to find a table entirely by myself for lunch, at least for now; for a time, I sat in the courtyard, which is significantly less crowded and, if you can ignore the wayward Frisbees, significantly more peaceful. An old friend (from the 3rd grade) asked to sit at the other end with some of her friends, which I didn't mind; cue each friend bringing more friends until it's crowded. One of the "friends'" boyfriends continuously reads over my shoulder, which is what drove me inside; I confess that I wasn't entirely sure he could read, and while I'm glad he has that capability for himself, he doesn't need to exercise it on what I'm reading.

I confess that I'm not that fond of the table inside; it's too near too many people for me to feel any security at all (not that I normally feel any, but even less so; negative security marks) and the tables are rarely cleaned. The way the tables are set, I cannot have my back against the wall; I'm always vulnerable at some place. However, it's "alone" and I appreciate that, so I stay. (Once it becomes too cold outside, I'm sure the "friends" will relocate to that table; I'll burn that bridge when it comes to it.) I confess that the other day a "normal" girl offered to let me sit at her table with her friends, and couldn't seem to understand why I declined; I confess that in the past I've always declined, but I've also always felt some small appreciation of the gesture. This time, however, I felt only suspicion; I'm quite sure she was trying to be friendly in her own way, but it unsettled me completely. I confess that it's bothering me, as I can't figure out why I felt (feel) that way. I confess that there is a kid with Down Syndrome who comes by and says hi everyday at lunch because he doesn't want me to be lonely; I confess I appreciate his gesture entirely.

I confess my wife yelled at me for the Ewoks thing. When I asked her why, she said it is because they are members of the bear family. (?) I am not making that up.

Good fortune,

- Icarus Loves Ewoks

They're not bears they're like Koala's

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I confess that I cannot even comprehend this statement.

I confess that this reminded me of lunch back in the day at school. Middle School and High School I spent either alone or with people who only sat with me to tease me. Thankfully, my Senior year I had 7th bell lunch. We were way overcrowded at my High School, my graduating class was over 1,000, so they added a 4th lunch bell. I got lucky and had 7th bell, so I left school. Although, by the Spring they were trying to crack down on kids leaving school early, but I was always able to sneak out before the Vice Principal made it to the parking lot to nab us. I had 6th bell right near the door next to the parking lot where I pared my car. I always got the third spot in. Senior privilege/respect thing apparently, as when I showed up late, my space was never taken. Everyone knew that the red 1984 Pontiac Fiero was to be parked in the third spot.

I confess that I can't believe how many Phoenix Wright fans dislike Max Galactica! But then again I shouldn't be surprised, because according to the poll on court-records.net (the largest PW fansite), about 2/3 of PW fans are male. With Max's pink hair, lipstick and use of the word "fabulous" every 5 minutes, I guess I can kind of see why guy gamers would feel threatened by him.

I confess that I attempted to explain the consequences of the wobble in the Suns orbit in the galactic plane to a captive audience
I confess that I wasn't surprissed by the blank look's & the sudden change of subject
I confess I meant surprised
iconfess:confessionsuppression
I confess I looked up surprise & suppression
& found one for Quatermass
suppressio veri

I confess my favourite book is the dictionary

I Confess that I am not afraid of death, for there is no point in fearing the inevitable