Time Passes
I'm almost 18. That feels really big. I'm not doing anything for my birthday though, no party of whatever. My parents suck at birthdays, and never ever get good presents for us, any of us. I don't really want that much though. Maybe another turtle. A swiss army knife. A strong bad hoodie, VH t-shirt. (The last two, since they involve the internet, will never ever actually be gotten for me...my parents are computer illiterate.) I think John and Nick are getting me a turtle, and probably the knife too.
I donated blood today. It was cool, having a huge needle sticking out of me. I didn't watch them put it in or take it out, but I did look at it when it was in. Totally gross. Totally cool.
I'd never given that much blood, only like a test tube full for...tests and...stuff. (I wonder what they do with that test blood when they're done...do they just pour it down the drain? Or throw it away? That's kinda gross.) It was cool though. I think I annoyed the girls doing all the work though with all my questions, but really, I was interested. And I wasn't like rude about it, or scared. (Only at first, anyways.) I saw Carrie and Travis and Tricia and even (gasp!) David from Government! I said hi. I think he thinks I'm stupid and wierd. Poop on him. (If he does, that is. If not, then...don't poop on him.) Oh well.
I was worried that I might faint...since I do sometimes, but it wasn't bad. The way my hand got all cold is exactly how it feels when you faint...your arms get cold and sweaty, then you see white spots, then...poof, you're out. (And one time I barfed when I woke up.)
I'm proud of myeslf for donating, seriously. The sticker they gave said "I'm the type that saves lives" and I thought for a minute...and yeah! I am saving a life when I'm giving my blood. I'd gladly give ten more pints of blood if it would help Paul get better. It makes me feel a little better. Like I really am doing something to help.
Tommorow I have my interview for John Carter for an Academy nomination. Wish me luck. Then I'm babysitting from like 6 to 12. Fun. (No, the girls are really sweet, just...it's boring once they go to bed at like 9, and I'll probably end up just doing my psych EC.)
I donated blood today. It was cool, having a huge needle sticking out of me. I didn't watch them put it in or take it out, but I did look at it when it was in. Totally gross. Totally cool.
I'd never given that much blood, only like a test tube full for...tests and...stuff. (I wonder what they do with that test blood when they're done...do they just pour it down the drain? Or throw it away? That's kinda gross.) It was cool though. I think I annoyed the girls doing all the work though with all my questions, but really, I was interested. And I wasn't like rude about it, or scared. (Only at first, anyways.) I saw Carrie and Travis and Tricia and even (gasp!) David from Government! I said hi. I think he thinks I'm stupid and wierd. Poop on him. (If he does, that is. If not, then...don't poop on him.) Oh well.
I was worried that I might faint...since I do sometimes, but it wasn't bad. The way my hand got all cold is exactly how it feels when you faint...your arms get cold and sweaty, then you see white spots, then...poof, you're out. (And one time I barfed when I woke up.)
I'm proud of myeslf for donating, seriously. The sticker they gave said "I'm the type that saves lives" and I thought for a minute...and yeah! I am saving a life when I'm giving my blood. I'd gladly give ten more pints of blood if it would help Paul get better. It makes me feel a little better. Like I really am doing something to help.
Tommorow I have my interview for John Carter for an Academy nomination. Wish me luck. Then I'm babysitting from like 6 to 12. Fun. (No, the girls are really sweet, just...it's boring once they go to bed at like 9, and I'll probably end up just doing my psych EC.)