Have At Thee!

Life's been weird but fun, things have been changing and I'm thinking for the better.

Yesterday afterschool Renee, Dee and I went to Denny's to chit chat and smoke some cigs, we had an excellent time doing the damn thing. We mostly reminisced about the good old days with the dirty drugs and bible writers, a time Dee Dee unfortunately missed but we filled her in. Nothing like getting into a bathroom stall with a friend and inhaling prescription pain meds.

Afterwards, we sat at Dee's and drank Mangosteen and herbal teas and listened to magical music. Renee could only stay for a bit, but she stayed long enough to fortunately show me Celeste's myspace. Perfect. After she left, Dee and I analyzed the deeper meaning of boy's blogs, took santa pictures, and decided to bring back... THE ALMIGHTY SCENE PATCH.

We mixed the entire contents of the White Out kit and applied the bleach liberally in two completely random spots. For two hours shit baked in the foil, and, TADA, scene patch worthy of the ninth grade. Perfection has been achieved. I'm proud of our accomplishments. While the hair fried, however, we ate Boston Market snacks and watched another stunning episode of Gossip Girl.

Today was fun too, starting with a ride to school and a brilliant first period class by my favorite male social studies teacher, Mr. Maddix. For forty minutes he drew diagrams of Rugby, Cricket, and Aussie Rules Football on the board. He also did demonstrations including hurling himself across the room and "pitching". He's awesome. The rest of the day was good, nothing special, but good nonetheless. I recieved my pass for the blood drive first period, and decided to utilize it the second my test in psych was over. I hung out in the art room and talked about pervy teachers and snowflakes until three, when the real drama began.

From three to four I did paperwork and preliminary tests, drank juices, talked vegan with Foster and Dee, and waited for my turn to lie down on the blue donation bed. At around 4:15 I was finally accepted, and thats when the true madness began. Rusmir, unable to donate his bosnian blood, John, and Andy all crowded around to hold my hand, pet my hair and to whisper words of encouragement into my ears as Christine, the admin with the green eye shadow and the one front tooth put a needle into my arm. They drew penises to rub on me too. We laughed and watched the blood flow from my arm for awhile before things started getting painful and highly uncomfortable, and I started drifting in and out of conciousness. Apparently, my blood was moving really slow, and I had only collected the minimum amount at the maximum time of 20 minutes. Before she pulled the plug, however, my arm went completely numb and I felt super nauseated. By the time the needle actually came out, I started losing my hearing and everything started going grey. For like fifteen seconds I was out of it, and then I came to, and had to move my feet like windshield wipers and be given orange juice by my boys. They were so funny about it, carrying my backpack and getting me snacks and retrieving my jacket. Nice boys.

When I got home, my face was white, my right arm was normal, and my left arm was purple. My parents wanted to take me to the hospital. I laughed. It was a good time. And I will donate blood again.

Do you know why?

I have type O Negative blood, which is kind of like the blood of the gods. My blood can be recieved by any other blood type, which I think is really cool. Unfortunately for me, I can only recieve O negative, which means it would suck if there was a shortage. I'm one of 7 out of a 100 people. I'm basically like royalty.

Enough, time to sleep and recover, ice skating tomorrow with Katherine hopefully, I can't wait until she sees my little bald baby patches of doom.