So Kim started this whole confessions trend thing, and here I am a day late and a dollar short, but I do have a cup of tea and a few minutes before I need to hop in the shower (yes, it’s 10:30 and I haven’t showered, what’s your problem?)

The other day I had a few Catholic school related confessions, so I’ll add on from there.

If you give me a chocolate bar, I’ll hide it in my room so I can be sure of it. Not that I don’t trust Katy, but I just like to know that it’s there for late-night snacking.

I use tissues to capacity. I’m already all germy, so it can’t hurt, right?

My sweet tooth is such that I’ll eat stale chocolate cake. Ask Bronwen. Or the gross grocery store kind with yucky frosting.

Sometimes, at the library, I start flipping through a book and before I know it, I’ve practically read the whole thing instead of, oh, doing the shelving I’m paid to do.

I like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

I get teary during stupid movies. You know, that one scene that’s meant to tug at your heartstrings? The one I’m mocking as we watch? That one? It made me cry. And I pretend that it didn’t.

I cheated on a spelling test in 6th grade – on the extra credit question – so that I could get a sticker. My other answers were perfect.

I hate making phone calls. I’d rather email or write letters.