wearing the green sweatshirt and my hair, greasy from not being washed. the rain falling harder and harder. april is over, but the sky decides to rain. i dont mind. i only wish i could leave the warm room and dance in it. let me dance in it. ArdoRamone: but all's better now BratGurlRocks: yea i know.... and i'm glad it is all better now. she was outside the warm room, jabbering on her cell phone, she is becoming a cell phone person. i was sitting in the waiting room BY MYSELF. i know i was aloud to be nervous and was. then this man comes to the door and says my name, so i stand and go. he leads me into this little room and he tells me to put my bag in this cupboard and lock it with the key. then he tells me to take the key, so i do. then he gives me this cup and marks on it to how full i should fill it. i'm thinking "this is embarassing" and then he tells me to go through the door that was right next to us and fill it up. so i go in, it's a bathroom and i shut the door. i can hear him on the other side of the door, sitting down and writing. alright, i try to remember back to when i had to do this before. i think i had to do this before. cant remember. i'm telling you, it's difficult. i got piss on my hands and shit, it was digusting. i was REALLY embarassed. i AM really embarassed. the bathroom was an ugly tan color and i had to give him the cup with my piss-covered hands. i took toilet paper and dried off my hands as well as i could before i had to give him the cup. i went back out through the door and he took the cup from me. and told me to wash my hands and so i did, which was glorious because they were all gross. i had to initial the container of my piss to prove it's mine, i guess, sign this paper, and then i left. hah, i never want to do that again. -amanda