These Are My Confessions.

Just when I thought all I said all I could say, my chick on the side said she got one on the way...

Wait, what? I'm doing different confessions, but thanks, Usher, for the (lame-ish?) opening.

I'm feeling a bit down today. So my grandmothers son's daughter told me that I should make a list of quirky things relating to me. Some things on the list no one knows and others may be common knowledge, but either way they are all pretty random, so here it goes:


I would rather listen to music then talk to you when we are in the car.

I can barely park and most of the time can't back out. So I have been known to park far away from my destination just to avoid this.

I have missed my exit several times before because I was jamming out to a song and not paying attention.

Hey, wait, all of these have to do with your car . . .
I know, voice in my head, but thats not a quirk and I'll start mixing it up. 

The people at Noodles and Co. of Sugarhouse know me because I practically eat there every time I don't feel like Shaw (Westminster's food center).

I have no idea why my boyfriend loves me, but he does and as unexplainable as it is it's amazing.
Oh, and I love him too.

I try my hardest to make people laugh when I'm hurting the most.

I love the shower, and take really long showers because you can be alone and sing and think and cry and just be with yourself.

I wash my sheets more than average because I get the best night sleep on clean sheets.

I am very competitive and sometimes it makes me really jealous.

If I was judging a fruit contest banana would win hands down every time.

We needed a picture break and
it's funny to just see a post with a bunch
of words and a single picture of a banana

I could drink a raspberry banana smoothie everyday, and I pretty much do.

I want to live in the 60s and would love to go to the original Woodstock.

I watch documentaries habitually.

I procrastinate on a dangerous level.

I was a trendsetter with the dance solos I did. ( I did a dance in a straight jacket the next year a bunch of girls did the same)

I don't like casual texting.

I want to be a filmmaker, but I am scared I will fail miserably at it.

I got lucky and have really good skin.

I love studying economics.

I hate shoes, but love dressing up.

I love grandma patterns and grandma names like Mabel or Doris.

I think I'll stop here. I have to admit this did help me a little, maybe you got a something out of it as well; and, hey, at least I'm not as sad as I used to be.

Cheers,

Kelsie