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Toddddddddayyyyyyyyy, tooodayyyyyyyyyyy, tooodaaaaaaaaayyyyyy.
My luck was seriously horrible today, with the exception of not having to present my science presentation.
After that, the day digressed. Classes went by fast. I was informed, however, after being very excited about having the change to give blood to the Red Cross this year, that I could not give blood because I've gotten a piercing within the past year. So, at 1:00, I moseyed on over to Marshall to inform Bev that I would not be able to give. So, I just stick around for support for my friends. But then, Allison Mazzullo, my esteemed roommate, goes upstairs and reads the sign that you can give blood, as long as it was a sterile piercing. So I'm all like, "YAY!", and take my number to go sit down. It was me, Tinora, Dan and Chris Rex. We all talked a lot, I got to know Chris and Dan a bit more, seeing as we waited upstairs for probably close to 45 minutes. Then, we were moved downstairs, where we probably waited another half hour, at least. My number is up, so I go and they prick my finger to test my blood. "Ouchie", I say, as my toes curl. That was mother fucking painful. But, I survived. So I'm all like, "WHEW, THE WORST IS OVER." So, she goes to test my blood.
She comes back, telling me that I can't give blood because MY IRON LEVEL IS 2% BELOW THE FUCKING STANDARD.
After two hours of having to wait to be informed of that, I am a bit perturbed. But, I shake it off. There's nothing I can do about it.
Walk outside, run into Peter and Brick, and walk to Newtown with said people. Life is good. We mosey on over to Starbucks and me and Brickalicous grab ourselves a refreshing vanilla bean frapp. "Ahhhhhh. How refreshing". So then me and Brick walk back, because Peter went with Annessa and Laura [Hi, Annessa. =D], and after coming back and seeing I have NO MAIL AWAITING MY RETURN, I go upstairs.
Me and Tinora hang out for a bit. She pulls the neck of Rachel's turtleneck sweatshirt over hear head so hear head is engulfed, and says, "KATIE, GET YOUR CAMERA."
"YAY! A CHANCE TO USE MY CAMERA!", I say. So, I run two footsteps to get it. I look in my purse to see that MY DIGITAL CAMERA SCREEN HAS CRACKED. Motherfucking wonderful. I have NO idea how the hell I could have done that, because usually I take very good care of it. So, at this point, I am so incredibly close to tears that I basically start hyperventilating, because it'll cost $160 to replace it. So, within 3 weeks, my summer earnings have broken. My iPod was broken, and now my digital camera. Although I'm gauranteed another iPod, I, nor can my mother [although I wouldn't ask her to anyway], pay for another screen. I'm completely broken-hearted and devastated. That camera cost me $350.
So Rachel's plan was to gather the box and whatever I could find, and bring my advisor, Kathy Coyle, over to talk with them. I figure, good idea, because being a teenager automatically excludes you from making a simple boo-boo, and they figure that it is gauranteed that I did something incredibly stupid, like jump through flaming hoops with my camera in hand, and dropped it while jumping over a bed of nails. I figure, Kathy can kick ass.
I had almost an hour talk with my mom tonight, about things regarding Dan, my camera, but mostly, my sister. Talking about her gets me so high-strung that I start shaking, because my nerves get shot to shit. Since I know her friends sometimes read this, I won't go into detail. I'm just worried and hurt.
So now it is 10:47 at night, and having ignored my homework load until this point, I now have to supress my freaking out at this, and stress level, and get shit done. I hate that I do this to myself. I put it off and put it off, until I start basically having an anxiety attack over it. I really need to stop this cycle.
Off me goes.
My luck was seriously horrible today, with the exception of not having to present my science presentation.
After that, the day digressed. Classes went by fast. I was informed, however, after being very excited about having the change to give blood to the Red Cross this year, that I could not give blood because I've gotten a piercing within the past year. So, at 1:00, I moseyed on over to Marshall to inform Bev that I would not be able to give. So, I just stick around for support for my friends. But then, Allison Mazzullo, my esteemed roommate, goes upstairs and reads the sign that you can give blood, as long as it was a sterile piercing. So I'm all like, "YAY!", and take my number to go sit down. It was me, Tinora, Dan and Chris Rex. We all talked a lot, I got to know Chris and Dan a bit more, seeing as we waited upstairs for probably close to 45 minutes. Then, we were moved downstairs, where we probably waited another half hour, at least. My number is up, so I go and they prick my finger to test my blood. "Ouchie", I say, as my toes curl. That was mother fucking painful. But, I survived. So I'm all like, "WHEW, THE WORST IS OVER." So, she goes to test my blood.
She comes back, telling me that I can't give blood because MY IRON LEVEL IS 2% BELOW THE FUCKING STANDARD.
After two hours of having to wait to be informed of that, I am a bit perturbed. But, I shake it off. There's nothing I can do about it.
Walk outside, run into Peter and Brick, and walk to Newtown with said people. Life is good. We mosey on over to Starbucks and me and Brickalicous grab ourselves a refreshing vanilla bean frapp. "Ahhhhhh. How refreshing". So then me and Brick walk back, because Peter went with Annessa and Laura [Hi, Annessa. =D], and after coming back and seeing I have NO MAIL AWAITING MY RETURN, I go upstairs.
Me and Tinora hang out for a bit. She pulls the neck of Rachel's turtleneck sweatshirt over hear head so hear head is engulfed, and says, "KATIE, GET YOUR CAMERA."
"YAY! A CHANCE TO USE MY CAMERA!", I say. So, I run two footsteps to get it. I look in my purse to see that MY DIGITAL CAMERA SCREEN HAS CRACKED. Motherfucking wonderful. I have NO idea how the hell I could have done that, because usually I take very good care of it. So, at this point, I am so incredibly close to tears that I basically start hyperventilating, because it'll cost $160 to replace it. So, within 3 weeks, my summer earnings have broken. My iPod was broken, and now my digital camera. Although I'm gauranteed another iPod, I, nor can my mother [although I wouldn't ask her to anyway], pay for another screen. I'm completely broken-hearted and devastated. That camera cost me $350.
So Rachel's plan was to gather the box and whatever I could find, and bring my advisor, Kathy Coyle, over to talk with them. I figure, good idea, because being a teenager automatically excludes you from making a simple boo-boo, and they figure that it is gauranteed that I did something incredibly stupid, like jump through flaming hoops with my camera in hand, and dropped it while jumping over a bed of nails. I figure, Kathy can kick ass.
I had almost an hour talk with my mom tonight, about things regarding Dan, my camera, but mostly, my sister. Talking about her gets me so high-strung that I start shaking, because my nerves get shot to shit. Since I know her friends sometimes read this, I won't go into detail. I'm just worried and hurt.
So now it is 10:47 at night, and having ignored my homework load until this point, I now have to supress my freaking out at this, and stress level, and get shit done. I hate that I do this to myself. I put it off and put it off, until I start basically having an anxiety attack over it. I really need to stop this cycle.
Off me goes.