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Yeah, people that work at a therapist’s office really should have their shit together because if I’m already in therapy, there must be a problem, so let’s get it right when I call you and ask when my appointment is. Called them back and was for Friday. I drove there in my car for the first time. Last turn into the office I took the turn a street too soon and ended up in a dead end with the fire station. Got there with a little extra time, so I sat in the car and drank the huge cappuccino that I picked up on the way there.
Blah, blah, blah. I need to start making a list of all the things that I want to talk about with my therapist. Sometimes there will be something that I want to make a point to mention or talk about and for some reason I’ll forget or I’ll think that it’s not important. So I’m going to make a list and keep it in my car and add to it. My next appointment is the 25th and thank god because that week I will be heinous. I was supposed to leave for my art summer program on the 20th and be back the 26th. People need to stay out of my way, not annoy me, and leave me alone. Seriously, look at me weird and you’ll be scraping your intestines off the wall. I will end you and I will make it a bloody accident.
On the way out of therapy clients have to stop at the secretaries’ office and give them your next appointment time and date. Turns out I knew one of them, Cindy. She used to work with my aunt. When I go in there she always talked to me and such, which I thought was odd. It’s pretty bad when they know me by my face and name. Talked to Cindy for a little bit after I realized how she was from Grace telling me.
Took the ACT test Saturday morning. I didn’t think it was nearly as bad as the practice one. Ran into one of my old friends, Sarah S, which was cool. The whole thing was slightly unorganized because it started at 8 and the lines were poorly set up and long. Then I got lost on the way to my room because it was clear on the other side of the college. First I went down a wrong hall and almost took some sort of engineers test. I knew I was in the wrong place due to all the 40 year old balding dudes. I was late, but I met up with Frankie R and we wondered around for a while until we ran into Jamie P, who passed both our rooms looking for her’s. Talked to Sarah K, Sarah S, and Brittany for a while after. Lib came to pick me up and we saw The Chronicles of Riddick. I wondered who the actress playing Jack/Keira was the whole movie, then when I saw the name in the credits I realized she was on “Angel”. She’s the kinda girl I would consider going lipstick lesbian for. Riddick has the worst luck in the girl department. Can’t wait for the sequel. Thandie Newton and Karl Urban were great. How pretty was this movie.
Washed and cleaned my car and I thought it was dirty until I cleaned Ryan’s car for him. That’s dirty. And of course, because I washed my car, it stormed.
Chelly is extremely freaked out by storms and the lights going out, so during the storm, so I turned off the lights in the house, that way when the power went out, it would ease her into it. Sounded good in my head. At the time I was drinking kool-aid from an emptied and washed out Absolut Vodka bottle. I like them, so I collect them, and I drink out of them so I don’t dirty up dishes. That and I have this thing where I hate drinking out of anything that isn’t a disposable cup, the mug I made in art class, or one of my bottles. Anyways, she thought I was drinking alcohol and thought that my idea to ease her into the power outage was me being drunk. The satellite was out, so we watched “The Breakfast Club” and I said I wanted to build a fort. She thought I was being drunkenly stupid and went with it. Leslie, Chelly, and I built the ultimate fort last night. It goes from my bed, out to the hall, into Leslie’s room, to her bed, and ends at her closet. It’s a geeky kinda cool that can only be appreciated by other losers.
Chilled out with Lib, it’s her week off of work. Watched Last Comic Standing and wow, there are a lot of unfunny people in the world. The saddest part is that they think they’re funny.
For arbitrastical:
As if someone else hadn’t at least thought of this before.
Blah, blah, blah. I need to start making a list of all the things that I want to talk about with my therapist. Sometimes there will be something that I want to make a point to mention or talk about and for some reason I’ll forget or I’ll think that it’s not important. So I’m going to make a list and keep it in my car and add to it. My next appointment is the 25th and thank god because that week I will be heinous. I was supposed to leave for my art summer program on the 20th and be back the 26th. People need to stay out of my way, not annoy me, and leave me alone. Seriously, look at me weird and you’ll be scraping your intestines off the wall. I will end you and I will make it a bloody accident.
On the way out of therapy clients have to stop at the secretaries’ office and give them your next appointment time and date. Turns out I knew one of them, Cindy. She used to work with my aunt. When I go in there she always talked to me and such, which I thought was odd. It’s pretty bad when they know me by my face and name. Talked to Cindy for a little bit after I realized how she was from Grace telling me.
Took the ACT test Saturday morning. I didn’t think it was nearly as bad as the practice one. Ran into one of my old friends, Sarah S, which was cool. The whole thing was slightly unorganized because it started at 8 and the lines were poorly set up and long. Then I got lost on the way to my room because it was clear on the other side of the college. First I went down a wrong hall and almost took some sort of engineers test. I knew I was in the wrong place due to all the 40 year old balding dudes. I was late, but I met up with Frankie R and we wondered around for a while until we ran into Jamie P, who passed both our rooms looking for her’s. Talked to Sarah K, Sarah S, and Brittany for a while after. Lib came to pick me up and we saw The Chronicles of Riddick. I wondered who the actress playing Jack/Keira was the whole movie, then when I saw the name in the credits I realized she was on “Angel”. She’s the kinda girl I would consider going lipstick lesbian for. Riddick has the worst luck in the girl department. Can’t wait for the sequel. Thandie Newton and Karl Urban were great. How pretty was this movie.
Washed and cleaned my car and I thought it was dirty until I cleaned Ryan’s car for him. That’s dirty. And of course, because I washed my car, it stormed.
Chelly is extremely freaked out by storms and the lights going out, so during the storm, so I turned off the lights in the house, that way when the power went out, it would ease her into it. Sounded good in my head. At the time I was drinking kool-aid from an emptied and washed out Absolut Vodka bottle. I like them, so I collect them, and I drink out of them so I don’t dirty up dishes. That and I have this thing where I hate drinking out of anything that isn’t a disposable cup, the mug I made in art class, or one of my bottles. Anyways, she thought I was drinking alcohol and thought that my idea to ease her into the power outage was me being drunk. The satellite was out, so we watched “The Breakfast Club” and I said I wanted to build a fort. She thought I was being drunkenly stupid and went with it. Leslie, Chelly, and I built the ultimate fort last night. It goes from my bed, out to the hall, into Leslie’s room, to her bed, and ends at her closet. It’s a geeky kinda cool that can only be appreciated by other losers.
Chilled out with Lib, it’s her week off of work. Watched Last Comic Standing and wow, there are a lot of unfunny people in the world. The saddest part is that they think they’re funny.
For arbitrastical:
As if someone else hadn’t at least thought of this before.
