I confess that in Summer 2004, I submitted a poem entitled Finding Summer's Grace. Though I didn't win, it was published in A Celebration of Young Poets: Summer 2004. The joy I felt when I was told is what makes me sure to this day that being a published author is something I want more than anything. 

Can my confession be that I have absolutely no idea what to confess?

I guess not.

I confess that I hardly ever know what day of the month it is unless I look it up, and sometimes I don't even bother. I'm lucky if I know what day of a week it is, let alone the month.

*dies laughing*
 

I'm really, really, really upset with Pony Club right now. For the second meeting in a row, I have been put into a group with kids who can't even jump. We're talking kids HALF MY AGE, instead of putting me in with girls that before my short, five month break (from jumping  only. I did ride at the end of this period) I was taking lessons with and jumping the same height I was. No, Haylee gets to ride with them, but not me. Before Gladly got injured I was jumping 2'3" and my instructor told my mom I could almost outride a D3. The only reason I'm not a D2 is because Gladly got injured. 

Now I'll be lucky if I get to jump at all. It's so freakin' annoying! Putting me back with beginners. 

They said that I shouldn't worry about not being challenged - that they'll tailor the lesson for me. Well, that's what they said last time. And you know what happend? I flippin' trotted serpentines! Oh, and I DID get to canter. Once around the flippin' arena. And now at home, I'm riding like every other day on a horse that is not a beginners horse (a sweetheart, but needs a firm hand, confident and skilled rider). I do jumps then too, and the last time a road her she overjumped the little twelve inch jump by a foot and I did fine. I could take two foot without a problem if they would let me, but do they give me the chance.

NO! 

I'm sorry. I probably sound really immature, but even my mom was upset when I told her. It's just not very fair. And I need to rant, so...   

I confess that I have the weirdest mom ever. And I know a lot of people say this, but for me, it's true. Normal moms don't go around snapping bras and undoing bra straps. Normal moms don't pick a line a Wal-Mart because she knows the cashier has a crush on me (even though I have nooo idea who the guy is). Normal moms don't fight with their daughter, knowing that we're just playing and having fun. Normal moms don't dump water down your back. Nope, but my mom does. And that's just the half of it - believe me.

:-D

But I love her for it.

She's the best, and I seriously wouldn't have her any other way.

I confess that I am incapable of spending money on myself. I felt guilty spending money on a three dollar jacket. After so many years of doing without, I find it horrible to actually spend money - at least on myself. I can spend money on other people easily. So I hoard my money - or spend it on something I need - and just go without. I have 40 dollars I have no idea what I'm going to do with - and you seriously don't want to know how long I've had that money. Long enough that I've forgotten where I got it from. Yep, I've got it bad.

1. My username is thegirllikeme because usernames are supposed to be about 'who you are' (example: exquisitedancer) and I've always hated to define who I am - because I am who I am, there's just no way to describe it. So I went with the girl like me. Also, I've always been proud to be who I am. It's who God made me - and that's good enough for me.

2. My other username/nicknames is Crazy or da_crazi_frog because, long story short, I need an adjective that started with a 'C' and Crazy fit the bill. And that got turned into da_crazi_frog...well, just because I felt like it.

3. My journal is titled "And he takes my breath away..." because I change it every few months and that's what I felt like naming it. And because of my layout. :-D Because Severus Snape takes my breath away.

4. My friends page is called Friends because I didn't know you could change it. >.> <.<

5. My default userpic is this animated one of Snape because it's SNAPE. Do I need another reason?

I have a new video - my first one in months. And guess what? It's a Severus/Me.


For the most part, I like it. There's a darn transition that I didn't realize was off until I posted it on youtube and something happened with the picture of Severus. It USED to fit in the frame - I don't know why it doesn't now. Just a few other things that bug me, but I'm resisting the urge to be a perfectionist and just let it be. No one would notice anyways. At least, >.> <.< I hope not.

Ugh, so much drama has got to be bad for the health. Guys are more trouble then they're worth. *rolls eyes* At least the real ones - give me a fictional boyfriend, any day. *snuggles Severus*

I confess that I'm very good actress - not the kind that stands up in front of an audience and preforms a play, but the kind of person who smiles at the guy she likes as he talks about the girl he's crazy about, who laughs when she wants to cry, and who pretends that everything is fine when she's dying inside. And they'll never, ever know...

I confess that I wish that I was a lot less sensitive than I actually am. Darn my soft heart!

And why is it freakin' cold again? *shivers in sweater* Haha.

I confess that I'm really, really angry with Harry Potter Fanfiction. I think I'm angrier than I've ever been. My head is spinning and my skin is literally burning and I think I might start hyperventilating. If this is a prank, I'm still going to be so FREAKIN' ticked! It's CRUEL! It's not funny, AT ALL! All my stories flippin' delete... Did they even stop to think about how many people would be hurt when they found all their stories gone?! Did they ever stop to think that some people might not have their stories saved elsewhere and might be bawling their eyes out because they lost them?! What the heck is their problem?! Darn it, I want to cuss them out so badly. I have NEVER been this angry. *censors self and deals with anger*

EDIT: Well, the much more tasteful MNFF prank is making me feel a lot better. My comment to them was this: You're right, guys. With all the horrible stuff you have to put up with, you deserve the money. I better go get myself a part-time job.  ~Chanté P.S. Do you think betas could start charging the same rates? God knows, we deserve it.

Now that prank, my friends, is humor. Fred and George would be proud.

I confess that I don't believe that anything good can happen to me, and even when it does, I am skeptical. It always seems too good to be true - and most of the time, it is. 

I confess that I procrastinate a little too much and a little too often.

I have seriously cold feet and hands. It has to be pretty freakin' hot in order for them not to be cold. It can be eighty degrees and my hands and feet can still be cold. My fingers and my feet always freeze. And I'm not talking, a 'dainty' little chill. I'm talking about I-just-stuck-my-hands-in-the-icebox type of chill. I can't touch people because I freeze them out. But as my grandpa used to say, "Cold hands; warm heart." :-D I hope it's true.