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I confess that im pissed of no one looks at this blog i posted http://kaldanis.blogspot.com/

It contains magic and intrigue, it requires just 20 minutes of patience and secrets will be revealed to you.

I confess I read it

I confess i cant resist asking you what you thought of it? Even though i confess to thinking you think it is nonsense.

I confess I found it interesting but long! but I will be waiting to see if anything happens on Sept. 27th! (I hope that is the right date, I am going by memory--something which I have so little left)

Thanks Im quite interested in the last two items which will be updated over the weekend, the eclipse and the Pluto piece.

They're coming out of the woodwork now.

Here's my reply to the blog-
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I confess that a guest kept me away from wrongplanet all night tonight

I ended up watching a DVD instead

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

What was the DVD?

I confess I am so utterly uncorrupted that... I have nothing to confess.

I confess that I am utterly obssessed with Ferraris....

"Speech and language: ...Abnormalities include verbosity; abrupt transitions; literal interpretations and miscomprehension of nuance; use of metaphor meaningful only to the speaker; auditory perception deficits; unusually pedantic, formal or idiosyncratic speech; and oddities in loudness, pitch, intonation, prosody, and rhythm. Three aspects of communication patterns are of clinical interest: poor prosody, tangential and circumstantial speech, and marked verbosity...."

I confess that I've become overly perplexed regarding the apparent fact that relatively few here seem to exhibit an inordinate amount of verbosity.

Good fortune,

- Icarus Wallows in Diction

Yeah, I noticed your taste for the eccentric.



I try to depersonalize real people (I talk to spiders too; there are two in my window at the moment; they're free to leave whenever, but they still stay), at least in school; it's too overwhelming to walk through the hallways (especially by the staircase; whoever designed the school had no idea of how high schoolers move) recognizing each person as a separate, complex entity. I confess I've recently picked up an old habit of watching people though; it's not any particular person, just whichever one catches my attention for whatever reason. It's sobering to realize that they're just as deep as I am, with similar thoughts, hopes, and dreams; that they're capable of viewing the world without saying a word, that they can pass judgment without the flicker of knowledge showing. They're real. They may be different, but they are not; and yet, we are so different.
I'm an odd creature.



Yay for hissing roaches! (Ha, I really dislike cockroaches, but hissing ones are cool.) The freshman biology teacher had hissing roaches; I loved them. They were so cool.



Ah, I'm awful whenever someone asks me a question like that. They're airy and free; life doesn't bother them.



Thank you. As much as I wish that they could help with essays (I've got a couple this weekend, along with four hundred other assignments), I don't think they'll listen for that.

I hope you're feeling all right.


I confess that earlier, my mother was sitting in my room and talking to me; at the same time, I was typing, but I was looking at her (the way my computer is placed, I had to look over my shoulder to see her); she mentioned that it was a shame that schools no longer gave typing tests (for wpm, that is), as she thought I would get at least 100 wpm. Of course, I went to find an online one, and have been working at it; however, I keep scoring at 90, which is not 100. I confess I'm determined to hit 100 at least once this evening, if only to tell her that I could (with a lot of practice). God knows I tend to tell her depressing stuff now; some "good" news, no matter how trivial, would be good.

I type like a typical turtle with two fingers attached to my two arms that I hold outside my shell whilst staring at the keyboard intently; I still get to the finish line.

I confess I find history utterly compelling and have more than once returned my focus to The Romanovs, especially Anastasia, and to Prince John, the lesser known son of King George V, who suffered epilepsy and a form of Autism, most likely Aspergers, but it was not known of in those days.

I confess I'm always massively determined to change my situation, and right now I'm really hoping that it pays off... my current situation is tearing me apart.

the DVD was "Meet the Parents", fortunately a film I have never seen before

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I confess I have decided to hell with my guests and I am coming back on here