Confession is a weird sounding word.

Happy freaking Friday, blogland. I don't know if anybody else is borderline surprised that they made it to the end of this week, but I sure am. It's been kind of a tough one. But enough about that, let's celebrate cuz it's Friday, and I brought wine to work! Okay, I'm just kidding about that part. But I wish I could be celebrating that. :-/

Moving on. 

I confess // I am right on the fence about the fact that I haven't been able to download iOS 7 yet. Part of me is mad that my stupid phone won't even recognize that there's an update, and part of me is enjoying the fact that I don't have to deal with crappy Apple servers right now, and that all the bugs will probably be worked out by the time I actually get to download it. Either that, or I'll have a new phone, which is actually looking pretty likely at the moment. 

I confess // that I am listening to acoustic versions of Adam Lambert right now, and for some reason, it seems very melancholy, and is making me feel teary-eyed. Clearly, I need to change the station post haste. 

I confess // that sometimes just throwing a hat on over dirty hair gives me a rebellious thrill. Plus I tend to look cute in hats, so I like that part of it, too. 

I confess // that Oktoberfest is tonight in my town, but I probably won't be going. I am also confessing that I'm bummed about that, because it sounds really fun, but I have other things going on tonight...that will probably be less fun, too. Double whammy. 

I confess // that I spend a good percentage of my life terrified that I am thinking too much, feeling too much, expressing too much. I wish I could be one of those people who deals with life by keeping everything in, and not talking about stuff... But nope, I have to be the one who is constantly rocking the boat by telling people how I feel. I know it shouldn't matter what they think, but it does, and it hurts to constantly feel like I am doing something wrong, or like I'm just "too much". 

I confess // that when I talk about having "feelings", I always picture this girl: 

And since she is a character who is supposed to seem like she is really depressed and just can't handle her life, I have some pretty negative connotations in my head about the word. So maybe that contributes to my thoughts on my last confession, who knows...

I confess // that I really wasn't intending for this post to turn into some kind of ridiculous mope-fest. Sorry. 

I confess // that I took Advil on an empty stomach this morning, because I woke up with a headache that sounded like a rock concert was happening in the back of my skull. My stomach is still empty-ish (I had a cup of coffee, too), and I am regretting both decisions, because I feel awful. 

I confess // that my Chuck Taylors from Crocs are like, my favorite shoes ever. I was surprised to see that they could actually make cute shoes, but they do, and they're comfortable, and I love them. 

I confess // that I haven't seen the new Miley Cyrus video, and am pretty much purposely avoiding it like the plague, because a.) I really don't need or want to see her naked, and b.) I am really hoping that if people just start boycotting her music and videos, she will just go away for a while. I am not arguing the fact that the kid has talent, and I used to LOVE her, but I'm getting frustrated and completely turned off by her constant attention-demanding behavior. I miss the days when people were famous because of their talent, and not because they take their clothes off and lick construction equipment. 

I confess // that I love Darius Rucker, but I have a really hard time listening to his music sometimes, because he used to be Hootie, but now he's a country singer, and it seems paradoxical. 

I confess // that even though I would never want to go back to the whole living-at-home/being-in-the-middle-of-weird-body-changing-stuff, some days I really miss being a teenager. Adulthood is so overrated. And also, really freaking HARD. 

I confess // that I am glad Liam and Miley broke up. They were ridiculous together, and didn't even seem to like each other at all anyway. So good for them. Not too happy about Liam cheating on her back in January, though. 

I confess // that I read two issues of US Weekly last night while getting my nails done, and that's the only reason I know the information above. 

And now....stick a fork in me baby, cuz I'm done! 

What do you want to confess this week?