FUCKING BLOOD-DRIVE

CHOICE MOVIE: Ice Princess. Great movie that I watched instead of going to play practice. The night b4 the play.

I had an interesting day. When I awoke at 7:50-ish my grandmother was in the bathroom. I was really tired (possibly due to staying up till 2:00 in the morning all week) and didn't feel like being awake and my grammy was taking for fucking ever, so I decided to just sleep instead of going to school. I think I made the right decision. When I finally made it to school at 12:43, just in time for Language (the most important class ever, duh) I was fully rested and happily digesting my cream cheese and turkey bagel. In Lang I talked to Keslie H. who was v. dissappointed that she was not allowed to give blood due to having low iron. Then Jadie came and talked about her painful and rather fruitless experience w/the blood-giving. This did not enthuse me for my own 4:45 appointment.

Later I spoke with Annie, who gave me a bit more hope, as hers went by successfully w/out incident. She however, told me of some person who had passed out. We had a good laugh. What a drama queen, I mean, really. Anyz, Spanish and Chem went by well, I served some detention and then went home. 4:25 comes around and I start heading back to the school. I get there and realize that my donation form is in the chorus room, which oddly enough(considering Blair doesn't usu. leave the school till 6-ish) is locked, so I have to track down a janitor and have her open the door so I can get it. Then, I see that I didn't have my mother sign it, so I have to track down a pen by randomly opening some person's locker and stealing one(don't worry, I put it back!) to forge my mother's signiture. I get there late and have to wait for about half an hour. No, I've never paid someone to have sex w/me, nor have I ever recieved money for having sex w/anyone since 1977 (though by god I should be paid).

Finally, it's time to give blood. Yay. I get my Pepsi, lie down, get stuck w/the needle v. precisely and well on the first try. I pump it out for awhile. Talk to the old guy laying next to me. Sip at my Pepsi. The needle gets taken out, the blue band goes around my arm, I sit up and I'm fine, just fine. I swear the nurse only asked how I was doing about a bajillion times, and I made little reasurring grunting noises each time b/c I don't really talk when people are siphoning blood out of me, I've found.

I walk over to the cookie/juice table thingy and grab a nutter cookie thing and some water. The lady asks me "How are you feeling?" "Fine," I mumble. I eat some of my cookie b/c it's good for me, even tho I don't really feel like eating anything. I'm also really bored b/c nobody I know is around. Eat some more cookie and then I'm dreaming and there's this nasty dream where I'm supposed to be giving blood, and then I'm on the floor and about 5 people are staring down at me and asking am I alright? Did I hit my head? and putting ice packs under my head and on my chest and stomache. So there I lay for about 20 min. b4 anyone lets me get up. I sit down eating some more cookies and drinking some juice for 20 more min. b4 I let myself leave and drive myself back home.

Not too sure why, but the fact that I passed out made me incredibly pissed off. So much so that I decided "fuck it" and skipped play practice, going to see the aforementioned movie instead. I often don't understand my actions. In any case, I'm still kinda pissy about it and I'm okay now(aside from being extremely bitchy of course) so it's all good. Wish I could go tp-ing but I think since I blew off play practice, that means I can't go or somethin. W/e. I think I'll attempt some homework now. Maybe. Or maybe I'll just go 2 sleep and pretend this day did not happen.