Ranting, Raging, and General Fangirliness [FIRST OF MANY BOOKS] {COMPLETED}

Yaaaaaaaaya.

So yea *smiles awkwardly* That's mah Minecraft self.
But anyway . . .
By the time I've published this, I've probably already gone, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to see a therapist on Star Wars day (May 4th, man. You mean you didn't know?!)
I have anxiety issues and when I get mad I kinda explode on everything. I wanna fix that, so I kinda just nudged my mom in the right direction and WHAZZAH! Therapy, bizatches.
I still consider myself a Slytherin, even tho I got all four houses in four separate tests (still not sure why I did. I have memory issues so I didn't remember the questions afterwards, nor what my answers were. I think that might have something to do with it.)
So yea.
*sweats*
What do I do now?
I have no opening line. I wanna say something she doesn't hear all the time.
Something like
"Don't take this the wrong way. I'm sure you hear this all the time, but I'm totally crazy, no doubt at all."
Or maybe
"So. Do they still do that inkblot thing around here? And if we do word association, don't be surprised if you say 'blue' and I say 'cookies', because that's kinda my thing."
OR MAYBE JUST THIS
"Sooo, how we gonna do this? I'm unprepared."
IDONTKNOWHATTODOBUTIDONOTCAREATALL
OKAYTHEN
IMMAPOOFNOW
BYE
*poof!*