Not Beloit stuff
So... crazy fun at Ushicon. I got propositioned (sp?) by a guy from my Pre-Cal class, we'll call him RJ, while we were playing poker. Yes, I was wearing a shirt that showed a bit of skin... but that was so I could win (and I did!), I said that I didn't know how to make a sex noise. RJ offered to teach me... right then. Normally I would kill him, or beat him, but I let it pass. He was drunk, I was showing skin, but he didn't make a physical move on me. That's right, I was in a situation where both drugs and sex were offered and I refused. I'd tell the folks, but they'd ground me for being in the situation in the first place. Which sucks, 'cause either way they don't trust me. Oh well.
I've been really tired lately. So when I went to the doctor today they got my blood drawn, sounds simple, yes? No. Small viens + Not many viens + Rolling viens = More than half an hour search of both arms and one hand... with a needle. Ow... Getting stuck in the hand hurts a hell of a lot more than the regular stick in the arm. Then I made mom take me to the mall and get ice cream.
Other than that my week's been peachy.
I've been really tired lately. So when I went to the doctor today they got my blood drawn, sounds simple, yes? No. Small viens + Not many viens + Rolling viens = More than half an hour search of both arms and one hand... with a needle. Ow... Getting stuck in the hand hurts a hell of a lot more than the regular stick in the arm. Then I made mom take me to the mall and get ice cream.
Other than that my week's been peachy.