urrggg.... spent 38 minutes in the counselers office. 38!!! ACKKKKK 1. he tried to get me to discuss my arms bc apparently um, 6th graders are talking about me.. sad, naive little kids who think this is so terrible. if he were really bright at all, he would know that no one cuts their arms. oh yes, he somehow managed to relate cutting to boyfriends. my FUCKING GOD!! 2. asked me if i am in a gang. great. technically, yes, but what was i suposed to say? yes, and if you don't shut ur trap ill send my lesbian recruits after you? 3. talked about my friend who is currently in trouble for arson and "threatening to kill someone". he babbled on and on and on about perspective and yelling and pencil sharpeners. 4. um.. he talked about high school.. yeah that was pretty weird too bc he asked me what college i wanted to go to, so i just sadi columbia. "why?" "because me and anna are goign there for the lezzie action." ps. im straight. who really gives a fuck though.