Milk was a bad choice.

Jun 11, 2005 15:00

It's really hot out. Like, really hot.

Yesterday, we went to give blood. Why? Because we love to save lives. Also, if you donated blood, you got Six Flags tickets. We were all over that. So, after agreeing to go, I was a little nervous, as it was my very first time donating. Kelly tried to calm my nerves, but I couldn't get over this looming feeling that I was going to pass out. Bad news. By the time we got there, there was a two hour-ish wait. So, we waited. Finally, they went to town on my viens. For someone who is deathly terrified of needles, I did a killer job. Didn't even flinch. I was laying there, thinking, "This ain't so bad." The nurse lady asked me to get up, due to the fact that we were the last kids there and they were soooo done with work. So I got up, sat down at the table to drink some water and have some animal crackers, when I started getting really, really, really, super dizzy. Some dude helped me to a table/lifted me when my legs gave out. I didn't really pass out, but it was entirely too close for me to enjoy. I knew it was bad news, but I'll do it again, even if there aren't free Six Flags tickets.

I woke up at five o'clock this morning to go golfing with the Bylund men. Ricky is really good. Me, not so much. It's cool though. I try.

Afterwards, I did yardwork like crazy. It was way hot out. I had to stop, but I did clean my car as well. So, killer.

I'm going swimming. Peace out, hombres.
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