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Oooh, looks delicious. But since you've mentioned the effect, the actual effect is going to be completely different.

I'm hoping for super powers, or the ability to go back in Time.

I'd go back as a younger version of myself, so I could be on the little rascals. My name would be Obester...

All this talk about crying... gets me thinkin' about my own crying behaviour.

I confess, I've only really cried 3 times.

1: When a gameboy game I had was stolen. I just got it for my Birthday, and it was stolen only a week later. Wario Land... I believe... how fitting...

2: When my best friend joined the military, and was leaving. He was the core of my group of friends, and it just isn't the same without him around. I should call him up and talk with him more, he's just stationed in Hawaii...

3: Recently, when I learned the terrible news about my Mom's Cancer.

Often, movies get me close to tears. But I always hold those back... something seems phony to me if I cry during a movie...

I kinda want to cry more, at least so I can relate to those who do cry. I really want to reach out and help when people get sad... but I don't know what to say and do. And without experiencing it myself, I don't even know what I would want in that situation...

i confess i just found $25 in my room, and hopefully i wont be buying beer with it after ive babysat my niece

I confess I am so tired I am all flushed and headachy.

I confess that, once again, my hands are exceptionally cold. They warmed up for awhile when I napped, but I haven't even been up half an hour, and they're cold again. I confess I have been periodically remedying by putting my hands on the back of my mother's neck; she doesn't mind. She will when winter comes, but it's not here yet.

woah you never looked so right or tasted soo good!

beer that is,

I confess to Almighty Aspie that this si being typed from Computer #12 in my neighborhood library.

I confess I am wearing a shirt I had forgotten I had; while I like it for around the house, I won't wear it outside.

I saw that "donations needed to support WP" thingie at the top of the site a few days ago. I was just doing some financial book keeping, and I just stopped by to donate to the site.

I confess I just spent 20 miniutes looking for the "donate" page, and I haven't been able to find it. I confess I'm giving up now; but, I know I tried. Either I'm extremly dim, or it's very well hidden. WTF?

Good fortune,

- Icaus Would Like To Donate

I confess that I not only saw that donate thing, but also am now seeing a 'Get cool Wrongplanet gear!' thing

I see it too

I confess to Almighty Aspie that I am on lunch break right now & that I have no afternoon class on my schedule so this gives me an opportunity to submit my Asperger play in person.

I confess, I saw a group of young skateboarders on the way to work this morning; looked like maybe 9th graders or something, maybe 10 of them. They brazenly cut through a line of cars waiting at a red light, including mine. Normally it annoys me when people do stuff like that, but in this case I was reminded of when I used to do stuff like that back during my days as mediocre & geeky skateboarder during my high school days. I got a good look at the boards they were using.

I confess, I grew up during the evolution of guerrilla skating; I remember the days when nobody knew who Tony Hawk was. My first real deck was a Powell & Peralta Lance Mountain with Independent trucks and Rat Bonez wheels (w/ German bearings); I think I was about 13 when I got it. I loved that deck, but it was very primitive compared to what decks eventually evolved to. It's nose was completely flat, the up-curve on the tail was relatively tame, and it had no concave at all. I remember buying the grip paper separately, and cutting it into a very fancy pattern which both showed off the deck's top graphics, and incorporated some of my own artistic touches (ruining a pair of scissors in the process). The deck has intricate and beautiful graphics which, of course, were destroyed almost as soon as I started using it.

In contrast, the decks these kids were carrying were very much the same as the last deck I had, about 10 years ago. I do not recall what the brand name of that last deck was; when I went into the skate shop to get it, I was only concerned with the shape of the board (well, and colouring not be too obnoxious); I found a beautifully shaped deck that was completely by-directional, had the same aggressive up-curve at both ends, and had just enough concave to make me happy. It had no graphics of any kind, just a darkish varnish over the wood. And I told the shop to just put black grip paper over the entire top and be done with it. In comparison to that last deck, and the decks these kids were carrying, my old Lance Mountain was strikingly primitive.

I confess that, from an engineering standpoint, I have enjoyed watching the evolution of skateboards throughout my life; many of the changes and improvements were things that I pined for myself over the years, and overall I'm happy with the way things have developed. I believe current decks represent the ultimate evolution in this field; but, I could be overlooking something.

I confess, I enjoyed my skating adventures (I loved getting chased off by security guards), but I was never a terribly good skater; I certainly didn't click with the cool skaters clique very well. But, once I was out on my own, and I ran across some in that cool clique. They were all much better than me; some had sponsorships from Venture, and Vans, and some local skate shops. But, wanted to see if I could fall in with them. I showed that I wasn't completely inept by preferring a few very simple tricks, the best of which was an ollie kickflip that landed on the front truck only and went into a spiral (a move which, honestly, I messed up more often than not). So they suffered my presence for a bit. There was a loading dock behind a Publix grocery store; nice smooth concrete with about a four foot drop off; the cool kids were doing some very interesting moves off of it, and I myself had a bit of fun simply popping my board down a four-foot drop and landing. But, then I got it in my head to try to do something really impressive so that maybe the cool kids would continue to suffer my presence in the future. I tried to do my signature kick-flip off the dock, catch the board at the height of my jump and pop a little air, and then do a nice landing. I got it all right except for the landing; my centre of gravity was too far back, and the board shot forward out from under me, causing me to fall backwards. I landed on my right wrist, dislocating it; it popped back into place almost right away, but it hurt like hell, and I feared there was some serious injury involved.

I confess, that I got up, cradling my hurt hand against my stomach, and uttered this: "I appear to have damaged my appendage. Please excuse me while I conduct myself to the nearest medical facility for repair." The looks of confused amusement this statement was met with will probably haunt me forever.

I confess, that ended up being the first and last time I skated with those guys.

Cause he rips (he rips)!
When he skates (he skates)!
Cause he never hesitates.
He's the wizard on the wheels;
like a modern gladiator ain't got no fears...
So skate!

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Freestyler

I confess. I like the license plates (they just came tome today) for my truck. They read 666 DVL. Now I'll start hanging out in church parking lots on Sundays.

I confess I believe the heart to be a double edged sword when one refers to love etc.

i confess i think life is a drag and completley boring

I confess that despite the fact that it's over 70 degrees (F obviously) in here (and probably more outside), I'm wearing two shirts (one short sleeved and one long sleeved) as well as a denim jacket... and am still cold. I confess I go through spurts where I'm freezing cold; this seems to be a start of one. That's all right though; there could be a lot worse.

I confess this jacket still has a state tournament pass from four years ago; despite the fact I never used it (I got pulled off the assignment and was an alternate for a sick kid on our team), I'm still pretty attached to it. I'm glad it's still there.

I confess that the question "Are you ever completely relaxed?" was posed to me today; after a few seconds of thought, I answered that I was not, to which the reply was "I didn't think so." I confess that's a sobering realization; while I can be comfortable at points, I never am completely relaxed. I confess I didn't even think of it until today, because it's so natural to me.