<p>what mind? lol jk</p>
<p>the one in my pan...head. wait, no. ummm. hand...</p>
<p>my mind's in the gutter :D</p>
<p>......not that you were dying to know.</p>
<p>dear, mine is in the sewer. residing next to the Great Beast of London. it just pretends to be intellectual and well-brought-up and respectable. </p>
<p>ha. like putting a strumpet into a nun's wimple.</p>
<p>the word wimple has had the inexplicable power to make me grin ever since i first came across it while reading the midwife's apprentice.</p>
<p>wimple wimple wimple
hehe</p>
<p>the inaneness stops.......now.</p>
<p>yes! </p>
<p>did you read "Catherine, Called Birdy"? Such a great book!</p>
<p>haha yes, and i was horrified at the idea of marrying at fourteen. </p>
<p>why does children's literature so often seem of higher quality than the putrid things that reside in the "young adults" section, of which only prepubescent girls who don't know any better partake of?</p>
<p>Holy Jesus...you said "partake of." You are automatically inducted into my book of awesome (because we all know that idioms really suck). But seriously, everyone I know always says "partake in."</p>
<p>I was horrified at their teeth. But then again, I have no priorities. </p>
<p>As for YA--Mercedes Lackey writes a very nice universe, as is Sabriel-verse. Personally, I prefer the classics, but I was born at age 47.</p>
<p>...sabriel? oh dear, i think i tried to become sabriel in sixth grade. but let's leave those memories repressed, shall we?</p>
<p>wait, IS it "partake in"?</p>
<p>I confess that I like sugar-free ice cream more than regular ice cream.</p>
<p>i love listening to radio disney. :P</p>
<p>I confess that I'm super surprised someone dug up this thread...</p>
<p>I wanted to make a confession...</p>
<p>i like men who wear ankle socks.</p>
<p>I confess that:
I sleep naked whenever possible
I sleep with the tv on because i'm afraid of the dark
I don't believe sex can be "casual"</p>
<ul>
<li>I think all my teschers are a$$holes.</li>
<li>I hate our maid, she is a whore and breaks everything.</li>
<li>I like to sit in the shower when the house is empty</li>
<li>I used to wet the bed til I was 7 years old :D</li>
</ul>
<p>I confess:</p>
<p>I tried vodka for the first time on prom night and, in a clingy low-cut dress and wobbling on four-inch heels, told the guy I'd liked for months that he looked "dashing" while he was standing with his girlfriend who I didn't realize was his girlfriend at the time (we'd had coffee together two weeks prior). So apparently, alcohol can turn the quietest, geekiest girl into a complete slutbag... and except for an incredibly awkward email exchange, I haven't spoken to him since. He's one of the nicest people I've ever met. I still feel horrible.</p>
<p>Oh, and also? I still sometimes listen to Dashboard Confessional.</p>
<p>I confess that:</p>
<p>I've been completely sober for about a month and a half just so I could end this summer without having to sneak around my parents, and can't wait to change that once I move in.</p>
<p>I've watched the entire first two seasons of CSI over the past 8 days. </p>
<p>My most anticipated moment before move in is the House DVD coming out next week.</p>
<p>And this is the hardest: no other music gets me like Michelle Branch's and Evanescence. The highlight of my summer was meeting Michelle Branch. Haha, I think I was one of four straight males at that concert.</p>