superconfessional

[technicolor]

Posting intimate messages you recieved from someone you like is pretty fucking invasive if you ask me... Keep that shit to yourself, or at least summarize. I really doubt she'd be comfortable with you sharing things that were meant for your eyes only.

Good call! Edited stuff out super quick. I have no idea what I was thinking. That's what only a few hours of sleep each night will get you. Feel bad now. Hacked it up and I don't even know what I was worried about now! Just takes seeing that shit on paper to realize the person really does care.

[samsikle]

it's not so much that i lie, but i have to keep talking them up so they can quit acting like bitches. i can't be associating with people like that anymore.

[newaesthetic]

Please expand on this so we may laugh with you or at you, cry for you or scorn you, or just plain judge your life.

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And thus they enjoy me at parties because when blunted/intoxicated I say exactly what needs to be said...not what people want to hear lol (though it does make for some awkward situations at times!)

I went out with a few friends and the new girl to the same place I always go if it's a wednesday. saw some douchey kids from high school i haven't seen in years, and was basically a beligerent asshole the rest of the night. i'm not usually one to start shit, so i'm still trying to figure out why i wanted to so badly that night.

on the plus side, danced a bunch and went back to the girl's for some fun.

sammy, ditch 'em. everybody needs the occasional compliment, that never hurts, but if its getting too often that its becoming an issue for you, then let them find a new self-esteem booster. it shouldn't be your job.

[freecat]

When you can't get it up or can only partially get it up because of drinking too much alcohol.

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[5u5hi]

a bit o yorick, but thats my favourite hamlet, and they dont call it a 'pill box' for nothing.

**of course, this is actually meant to be a match safe, but that wouldnt nearly serve my purposes as well.

[pieiskewl]

i'm so tired of lying to people. typically about things they just need to hear to feel better about themselves because they have low self-esteem.

i'm going to start being blunt and see how that works out for me.

some people might hate you for it, but others will also respect you for being honest and being sincere with people. people need to hear that, if anything just lying to them is doing a disservice to them. you're letting them go along being oblivious and completely unaware. maybe they will become more self aware and more proactive about things. and you'll be honest to your self. i've been realizing the same thing. you don't have to be a dick (or a bitch in your case), but just let them know you're being honest. as much of a cliche as this sounds, let people like you for you. not for trying to be someone to meet their expectations of you. everyone needs more honesty in their life.

[samsikle]

yeah i totally agree with everything you guys've said. it's not necessarily that i'm lying, but the fact that i try to talk them up as much as possible. for example a girl who can't leave her boyfriend who's controlling and a dick. for ages i been telling her she's a great girl and she's got so much to offer when in all honesty i don't think she really does. or for a girl who's gone and made out with some guys and needs reassurance that she's not a slut i tell her fuck it she's single and fuck what people say as long as she stands by what she does. white it might be true, i don't completely believe what i tell them, i think they're weak and pathetic and they won't get anywhere in life acting like that, but i won't tell them. but maybe if they believe they're better, start acting better, they'll become better.

(is that making sense? i'm kinda buzzin right now)

[minou]

just asked my partner for a break up but he doesn't want to let go. its tough that he still wants to go on with it but i have to do all the work to make the relationship better. i do not want that burden in my shoulders. i just want a naturally happy and easy going relationship. not one that has to put in tedious effort to make things work..

[Double D]

or for a girl who's gone and made out with some guys and needs reassurance that she's not a slut i tell her fuck it she's single and fuck what people say as long as she stands by what she does.)

I'm pretty certain making out with a people doesn't make you a slut. Making with frequent cock/vagina action probably would, however.

[billy dee williams]

So I have problems with people judging me for my sexual life. I believe my true self is that of a 1978 Honda Civic. That is who I truly am on the inside, my soul-being. To express this aspect of my personality I draw pictures of myself as an anthropomorphic 1978 Honda Civic and share them with others of my kind. My girlfriend is an 1975 AMC Gremlin, and we are soul-mates. Automobile soul-mates. I communicate with others of my kind mostly through the internet, but sometimes we attend conventions. People persecute us for our true selves. My neighbor threatened to call the cops on me just for talking to his Escort. I'm not even into Fords, but that's besides the point. Just because I AM a car doesn't mean I'm going to have relations with just every car I see. It's not about the sex, though there is a 1955 Chevy Bel-Air I will never forget. You never forget your first. But I'm sick of people saying I'm perverted and wrong, and that I'm not really a car I'm just crazy. They don't understand, I have just as much right to the road as they do. Those assholes at the DMV are the worst, but I'd rather not talk about that ugly incident of carsecution. I have a good mechanic, though. You've never lived until you've had this guy change your oil. It doesn't make me gay, because I'm a Honda, not really a person. Your morality doesn't apply to me. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

[redX]

[NatseOklim]

So I have problems with people judging me for my sexual life. I believe my true self is that of a 1978 Honda Civic. That is who I truly am on the inside, my soul-being. To express this aspect of my personality I draw pictures of myself as an anthropomorphic 1978 Honda Civic and share them with others of my kind. My girlfriend is an 1975 AMC Gremlin, and we are soul-mates. Automobile soul-mates. I communicate with others of my kind mostly through the internet, but sometimes we attend conventions. People persecute us for our true selves. My neighbor threatened to call the cops on me just for talking to his Escort. I'm not even into Fords, but that's besides the point. Just because I AM a car doesn't mean I'm going to have relations with just every car I see. It's not about the sex, though there is a 1955 Chevy Bel-Air I will never forget. You never forget your first. But I'm sick of people saying I'm perverted and wrong, and that I'm not really a car I'm just crazy. They don't understand, I have just as much right to the road as they do. Those assholes at the DMV are the worst, but I'd rather not talk about that ugly incident of carsecution. I have a good mechanic, though. You've never lived until you've had this guy change your oil. It doesn't make me gay, because I'm a Honda, not really a person. Your morality doesn't apply to me. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

COUGH..............

[Mr Waffles]

the font difference gave it away, and the fact that billy dee likes to post strange stories like this.

[redX]

whoever still thought that was genuine after reading the first line is just a fucking tool

[DüM]

I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it. I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

I am a car. Beep beep, mother fucker. Deal with it.

[NatseOklim]

whoever still thought that was genuine after reading the first line is just a fucking tool

There are people like that out there in the world, I just like to show where something originally came from...

[bbours]

that date went wayy better than expected.

[Guest on-display]

this past month i feel like i lost my mojo

[maydenchina]

yesterday i cleaned my room all day, planned out a new design for how i want it set up, reorganized my clothes shoes, and planned out a few projects...then went to practice

all of this was thouroughly enjoying

( i only put this in confessional cuz normally i hate staying at home...i always wanna get out of my house and meet up with ppl)

[Mr Calvin Oscar]

i wish i could live those few months over and over again

[GiZMO]

i took the movie wristcutters too seriously

[newaesthetic]

it's getting harder and harder to balance these chicks. it's all going to bite me in the ass. i know it.

[High Monika]

i took the movie wristcutters too seriously

So disappointed in that movie. Just another sloooooooooooow boooooooring indie movie. Decent idea, poor execution.

[B-Dawg]

I just came across these pictures on facebook...

...and considered starting a "post facebook pictures of ghastly people you went to high school with" thread.

[fffffut]

thats a pretty good idea^^

[MharcI]

thats a pretty great idea^^

ftfy

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[inc abs man]

2-22-10

Dear Professor Kauk,

Please don’t be alarmed by this letter. I’m a former student of yours. I took your Microbiology class in the Fall Semester of 2009. Both the lecture and lab. I just wanted to share with you my experience in the class. I’ve been holding all these feelings inside of me for the past few months. I thought it was a very emotionally draining class. I felt like I lost a part of me when I took this class and I’m still slowly recovering from it. Lots of ups and downs. But I passed…although I wish I got a higher grade. I just never was involved in a class like this. Very eventful. Lots of work and studying. Earlier this semester (Spring 2010), I was in the library in one of the cubicles and just suddenly did a freewrite. I just wrote all of my thoughts on paper about my experience in your class. Well… here it goes…

Where did I go wrong with Microbiology? I underestimated the class… Yes, I got the books and all, but it didn’t really help me much in the end. I didn’t know how to use it to my benefit. The class was more of a memorization-type class. I didn’t take the first exam seriously. I was distracted. I wasn’t focused. I tried to read and keep up. I should have memorized instead of reading. I’m a slow reader. I wished that there weren’t so many pretty girls that semester. Even you, Professor, were easy on the eyes. I’ll never forget that green outfit you had going on. Green top with a white and green skirt. Stunning! However, all that got me in the end… I failed the first exam hard. I dug a huge hole for myself. For the second exam, I managed to get a C. However, around this time, I was so anxious about lab. I didn’t know what to do from time to time. Thank God, I had a good group. They were so kind and helpful. Angels in disguise…

The lecture was getting more confusing. I was told to print and answer the review sheets from each power point. This was the part that destroyed me. I did try and answer all the review sheets. I gave it my all. However, in the back of mind I knew I was going to struggle with this exam. I wasn’t studying correctly. I didn’t even get to cover much of the last lecture of the unit. I was still hopeful however. So the day for the 3rd exam arrived. Man was that test confusing! It was hard! I just wanted to pass it. A week later, you posted the exam grades on TalonNet. It was a Sunday morning, I believe. I was on TalonNet and looked up the scores. I had failed the exam big time. I was in danger of failing the class. My confidence was nearly gone at this point. The rest of the day and week was an emotional one for me. I was so negatively affected by that 3rd exam. I felt like dropping the class. I was scared. All these doubts would begin to cloud my head.

I was actually surprised that you apologized to the whole class about the poor results of the exam. That stuck with me. I felt you should have never apologized. You gave us all the necessary information to pass. But anyway, you’re so humble and kind. I miss having that kind of teacher. I haven’t had one like that since high school. I should have taken more advantage of your patience. You had a lot of it. However, I was too shy...too intimidated…too self –conscious. You even offered the class an extra credit quiz. However, I had not yet recovered mentally from the exam scores and so I would skip it out of fear. Looking back, I should have never skipped it…

I don’t think I ever recovered from that third exam massacre. But as soon as the new unit started, something ticked in me. I was hungry. I think I had finally found my identity in the class. I wanted to do everything I could to pass the next exam. I even used flash cards for the first time and let me tell you…they helped!!...a lot!! This next bit may sound cheesy, but I turned to my Catholic faith for assistance. I would go to church and pray the Rosary more often from this point on until the end of the semester. I should thank you and Micro for helping me grow closer to God(ha!).

As a result from all those flashcards, late-night and early-morning studying, I nearly aced the 4th exam. I was happy, but not for long as I knew the final was still ahead. I would eventually pass the final. I think I missed no more than 15 questions. I passed the class with a high C. I was hoping to get a B, but no. I’m not mad at you or anything like that. It’s just that I’ve never worked so hard for a class( the second half) and at the same time be emotionally involved in it only to get a C. But I guess you do reap what you sow…I’m not sure a “C†will open doors for me, but hopefully just by having passed the class, I can see some light.

Thank you Professor, for having read this far. You’re probably creeped out by all of this. I have to say sorry as well… I googled your name and I must say, there is some very personal information on there. I didn’t know you were half-Japanese and you and your sister look alike. Anyway, I should have never done that. I was planning on leaving a letter to you on the last day of school, but those thoughts went away once I was struggling with the class. I even planned to send this letter around Valentine’s Day, but that would have been too weird. I’m glad I didn’t do that. Anyway, I’m hoping your current students are doing well. They should be fine…you’re a really kind and humble teacher. Don’t worry, no weird “I love you†in the end…but instead a “peace be with you†will do.

Peace

P.S.

I hope you like CPK!

Just a letter I placed on top of my professor's windshield of her car.

Hope she read it...

[amardeep]

that last paragraph is awwwwkward. i wasn't creeped out until that

takes some brass balls to go through with that though, i'll give you that

[sean_]

creepiest thing ever posted here

[willy cheesesteak]

inc abs man, whats your real sufu accnt?