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I'd tell you about the AP Stat test, but I'm sworn to secrecy! It's really a joke how they make talking about it sound like a matter of national security. Not that national security isn't a joke in itself, but still.
How is it that even when I only have to go to school for 3 periods, something bad enough can happen to make it worse than a full day? why? WHY? and someone please tell me WHYYYYYYYYY the end is never the end? why are surprises always bad? why the hell was he laughing? i was laughing too i suppose, on the inside, but only so i wouldn't swear out loud. funny how that works, isn't it? i think it is. everything's funny. the whole damn world is just one big funny place. i just wish it didn't have to hurt so much. i wish i could just hate him instead of myself. i only hate ignorant stupid people because i'm jealous.
on a lighter note, PROM UPDATE!
-i've decided i'm not going with a date (not that i think anyone will ask me anyway)
-dinner AND limo reservations are SET
-i have the hottest dress in the world
-it actually shows cleavage
-i need to go to a seamstress to get a bra built into it because there aren't enough straps for...."conventional" supporting methods
-boys at kentwood are lame. they need to ask more girls to prom. i can't even name a handfull of girls that have dates.
AP countdown
-Stat- ZERO!!!!! woooo!
-Lit- 2 days
-Macro/Micro- 9 days
House is on in 20 minutes. I love Hugh Laurie. I love all hot older British actors. I find too many old men attractive. If I didn't know myself better, I'd call myself a gold digger. Woo. Good thing I know myself better.
HAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH! Puget Sound Blood Center just called to ask me to donate blood tomorrow. I told the lady no. She asked about the weekend. I told the lady no. She asked when would be a good time. I told her I have a phobia of needles. She hung up.
It's true though. I had to get blood drawn two weeks ago and I actually blacked out for about a minute. Apparently my eyes never shut, but I was unconscious. I thought in my head that I was dreaming and I forgot where I was. Then I woke up with an Asian lady in my face talking about smelling salts. Then some man asked me who the president was. I said George W Bush. He asked me if I was sure. I had to think to make sure I hadn't named his father on accident. I hadn't. Then they asked me the date. Luckily I knew it. It was terrible. If you've never passed out, you don't understand. I've done it a couple times before. It's awful. First you get light headed, then your stomach feels like you're in a constant free fall, then you get cold and clammy, and your peripheral vision starts to go, and you zone out and can't concentrate, and you feel yourself slip. My mom says before I blacked out I said "I don't feel good. I feel like I'm going to..." I'm mad at myself. I should've come up with something more original. All I remember saying is "I don't feel good". But being blacked out feels really good once you're gone. Honest. Don't pity anyone who is blacked out. They're at peace. If they're like me they think they're sleeping and like they woke up from a bad dream. Crazy if you think about it. The blood being drawn was the bad dream and the passing out was the waking up. I honestly felt like that. Then I woke up. Apparently my blood pressure dropped to 86/80. They don't like it to get to 90, so 86 is pretty bad. They put me in a wheelchair and took me to a room and put me on a table that could lift up and down, so they lifted my feet up and put my head down so the blood would rush to my head. Then they stuck those oxygen tubes in my nose. Let me tell you, it is NOT cool like it looks on tv. They smell absolutely awful. Just disgusting. I wanted to take it out but they didn't let me. Then they gave me warm orange juice that tasted like throw up and some saltines, but those were good. I was there for about an hour. I have to go again once a month for the next 5 to 6 months, but they say I have to lie down every time now so I don't black out again....
....and that stupid lady on the phone wanted me to donate blood. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHA
How is it that even when I only have to go to school for 3 periods, something bad enough can happen to make it worse than a full day? why? WHY? and someone please tell me WHYYYYYYYYY the end is never the end? why are surprises always bad? why the hell was he laughing? i was laughing too i suppose, on the inside, but only so i wouldn't swear out loud. funny how that works, isn't it? i think it is. everything's funny. the whole damn world is just one big funny place. i just wish it didn't have to hurt so much. i wish i could just hate him instead of myself. i only hate ignorant stupid people because i'm jealous.
on a lighter note, PROM UPDATE!
-i've decided i'm not going with a date (not that i think anyone will ask me anyway)
-dinner AND limo reservations are SET
-i have the hottest dress in the world
-it actually shows cleavage
-i need to go to a seamstress to get a bra built into it because there aren't enough straps for...."conventional" supporting methods
-boys at kentwood are lame. they need to ask more girls to prom. i can't even name a handfull of girls that have dates.
AP countdown
-Stat- ZERO!!!!! woooo!
-Lit- 2 days
-Macro/Micro- 9 days
House is on in 20 minutes. I love Hugh Laurie. I love all hot older British actors. I find too many old men attractive. If I didn't know myself better, I'd call myself a gold digger. Woo. Good thing I know myself better.
HAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH! Puget Sound Blood Center just called to ask me to donate blood tomorrow. I told the lady no. She asked about the weekend. I told the lady no. She asked when would be a good time. I told her I have a phobia of needles. She hung up.
It's true though. I had to get blood drawn two weeks ago and I actually blacked out for about a minute. Apparently my eyes never shut, but I was unconscious. I thought in my head that I was dreaming and I forgot where I was. Then I woke up with an Asian lady in my face talking about smelling salts. Then some man asked me who the president was. I said George W Bush. He asked me if I was sure. I had to think to make sure I hadn't named his father on accident. I hadn't. Then they asked me the date. Luckily I knew it. It was terrible. If you've never passed out, you don't understand. I've done it a couple times before. It's awful. First you get light headed, then your stomach feels like you're in a constant free fall, then you get cold and clammy, and your peripheral vision starts to go, and you zone out and can't concentrate, and you feel yourself slip. My mom says before I blacked out I said "I don't feel good. I feel like I'm going to..." I'm mad at myself. I should've come up with something more original. All I remember saying is "I don't feel good". But being blacked out feels really good once you're gone. Honest. Don't pity anyone who is blacked out. They're at peace. If they're like me they think they're sleeping and like they woke up from a bad dream. Crazy if you think about it. The blood being drawn was the bad dream and the passing out was the waking up. I honestly felt like that. Then I woke up. Apparently my blood pressure dropped to 86/80. They don't like it to get to 90, so 86 is pretty bad. They put me in a wheelchair and took me to a room and put me on a table that could lift up and down, so they lifted my feet up and put my head down so the blood would rush to my head. Then they stuck those oxygen tubes in my nose. Let me tell you, it is NOT cool like it looks on tv. They smell absolutely awful. Just disgusting. I wanted to take it out but they didn't let me. Then they gave me warm orange juice that tasted like throw up and some saltines, but those were good. I was there for about an hour. I have to go again once a month for the next 5 to 6 months, but they say I have to lie down every time now so I don't black out again....
....and that stupid lady on the phone wanted me to donate blood. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHA