But first, a scary story! I actually posted the confession part of this earlier, then I remembered this scary story and wanted to jump on the bandwagon of everyone sharing those today. So, here goes:
My freshman year of college I lived at home, and one night was headed over to my friend, Liz's, apartment. I was taking my dad's car, and when I went out to the garage the door was open. This is weird cuz my mother is more OCD than I am and insists that the door is ALWAYS kept closed. So, I got a little freaked and started imagining guys waiting in the cars to get me. Okay-I know. I was 19. But still. That's my worst nightmare ever; being grabbed while I'm driving. And by that I mean I've literally had nightmares about it.
So anyway, I go back inside and make my mom come out to the garage with me to check for scary guys. We determine there's no one there---and I head out. A few hours later, my dad called asking if his checkbook was in his car to which I say, "negative." He can't find it. Then, my mom looks in her car and it's clear someone was in there looking through the glove compartment and such. At which point we realize, someone really HAD been in the garage when I went out there and ran away when I went back inside. They'd managed to get my dad's checkbook which he left in his car (don't do stuff like that), but not my mom's. How freaky is that?!?!
Moral of the story-keep the garage closed. And also, you're never too old to have your mom check for scary guys trying to get you.
Now, on to the confessions.
-I used my 4 year old niece as an excuse for seeing High School Musical 3. I probly would have seen it no matter what, but I felt a little less dorky going in with her and her mom. And also, I LOVED the movie.
-I share books with my 13 year old nephew. Either he's too grown up or I'm too immature...
-I broke out my Backstreet Boys CD from high school the other day and fully rocked out. Seriously, if you saw a crazy girl at a stop light recently, it may have been me. And if wasn't me, I'd bet that girl was listening to some boy band, too.
-In 9th grade my English class watched West Side Story and I cried at the end. But, I claimed it was the girl in front of me who cried.
-I get a kick out of seeing how many days I can go without washing my hair without it being too disgusting. That doesn't mean I don't shower. Gross. Why would you think that? Anyway, one time I went six days without touching it with shampoo. (Or lotion.)
-I bought some of these yesterday. It was one of those stupid compulsive purchases of the items they put on display at the front of stores. I'm such a sucker. And those things are naughty!
-I get irritated when people use "at" to end their sentences. I even had to re-phrase how I put that question so I didn't do it.
-Tuesday was National Chocolate Day and I did nothing to celebrate. I'm so ashamed.
-If a guy asks me out and I don't wanna go, I tell him I can't because my family is in town. Technically, that's true. Technically, my family is always in town. Whatever.
Okay, now it's your turn to confess. If it's something really awful, like you own an Enrique CD, feel free to post as anonymous.