idea shamelessly taken from carlotta
confession: I've had a headache since I got home from school today. Now, this may shock some of you but I'm going to say it anyway: I hate headaches. >.<
confession: I can't swallow pills. Like, I just can't. I don't like them. Which isn't good when I have a headache, like now.
confession: Instead of working on my Spanish project, I painted my nails. They look really bright and pretty now...but my project isn't any closer to being done. Sadness.
confession: I spend way too much time on the computer. I do. It's bad. And it's a probable cause of the headache.
confession: I think high school was intended to steal your soul.
confession: I stress out over things more than I need to. Too often I need to stop and remind myself that it will be okay. It's not a big deal. It will be fine. All's well ends well. <---That reminds me of Shakespeare and a Midsummer Night's Dream. I like that play because it has fairies and it takes place in the forest. The movie is cool too, but also weird.
confession: My mind does go off on odd tangents like that all the time. Tell me I'm normal. Or not. It doesn't make a difference....
confession: I really want to read my NaNoWriMo story. I haven't looked at it since November 30th, the day I finished it, but I'm planning on reading it January 30th. What day is that? Sunday? Oh, goody. I can't wait. (I just know it's going to be terrible.)
confession: I have a really odd question. What is your favorite number? Mine is 11, though I also love 4 and 19. I used to love 12 but I'm kind of over that now. It changes. But it really annoys me when people say "7" because like 7 is everyone's favorite number so I think that's sort of lame. So, yeah. Favorite numbers, anyone?