Yeah, the therapy thing wasn't that big of a deal. Just a bunch of questions so she could get an idea of who I am and what my situation is. But man, I do nothing but crack jokes when I'm nervous. Geez.
Based on what I've said to her thus far, she seems to think that I should either leave Penn State for something else... Read More
yeah the beginning is kinda all formality. you answer questions, she/he tries to figure out why the hell you are here. haha mine was about 8949589905690590 paper/surveys to fill out first. VERY annoying.
I'm nervous about seeing the therapy lady tomorrow and I'd say the chances of me freaking out and not going are.... 49.8%. There's a 48% of me going and 1.2% chance of me not being able to go as a result of personal injury and the final 1% is allotted to other unplanned calamities or suddenly winning the lottery or, you know, martians.
Go. Therapy is nothing to be worried about, like a root canal or wart removal or something. If you don't like her or just don't connect, you can always go see someone else.
Talking about serious topics and attempting to say intelligent things always leaves me feeling uneasy.
Livejournal example:
Someone please convince me that the reason we are alone in the universe isn't because life was a one time mistake. Ya know, just contemptible abberation, forever blemishing the order established by calmer, less excitable planets. Tell me we aren't the malformed calf born blind and lame, limping... Read More
I'm a little worried that I missed out on discovering my talent. I don't mean that I think I could have latent musical or culinary abilities or something that I still have time to get into. I'm referring to things a person simply can't do in the modern world. What if I could've been an excellent dinosaur slayer, or ninja, or shaman? Or a combination... Read More
I don't understand my strange compulsion to hide my entire body under layers and layers of clothes. If I become homeless, I will wear no less than 7 jackets. I will prowl the streets with my trusty pointed branch and stick it to crime. People will try to stab and shoot me, but to no avail. I mean, come on. 7 layers of jacket.
OH MY GOD yesterday my boyfriend created his new trend-- LAYERCORE. Geez Louise, are you cool! I mean warm. Uh I mean hot. Whatever, you know what I mean.
I only like the subject of God when it appeals to my imagination. The rules and regulations of religion just turn me off. I mean you're presenting the idea of some logic defying superbeing, but you take the fun out of it by telling me that I was created by a sexually frigid extradimensional nanny from the furthest reaches of the reverse galaxy.
Are zombies the same as mummies?
No because Zombies don't have the fly threads
Are candles flames pretty to you?
Very I'm like a moth
Do you enjoy picnics?
Depends on who is my company
anything over 4 ponies automatically qualifies you as a pony farmer, and if you had a pony farm i'd think you were the hottest thing alive! though, my 8th grade bus driver was a pony farm owner, no shit, and she was pretty scary.
Simple, you just wait until said person is asleep. When you're done, make sure you throw the knife into the center of the river, and not close to either of the two banks.
robosagogo said:
You really are sarcastic!
Yes, and I also know how to pronounce Manalapan correctly. I have many great talents such as this.