It's late and i can't sleep so I thought I would add to this sad little blog that no one has posted on in years. My life is boring. I have no job, I have too hard and boring of homework, I have a very small social life, I guess not really now that I think about it but still it's small, and I still don't know what I want my back up career plan to be, you know if something goes wrong with the spy thing. I bought some new deodorant the other day, it's a stone and you put a little water on it and rub it on your pits and BAM instant odor protection. So far it has worked great! You should try it. I'm writing a letter to Ellen DeGeneres telling her how I would love to help her on her quest for World Domination. Oh I gave blood the other day, why did I give blood you ask? Cause people in Haiti and other places are dying and need some blood to save their lives. Also I would really like to know my blood type. Anyway I will tell you about that lovely experience. So I walk in 5 minutes early for my online scheduled appointment, and I didn't know what to do so I asked the lady and she not rudely but not nicely said, "sign in." So I did and sat down and then she slightly rudely said read that packet and pointed to some red packets, how was i supposed to know to read the packet? Maybe that sign by the sign in sheet and the packets but who really reads those? So I read the boring packet and thought about how that lady was probably thinking wow that child is hopeless, she will never go anywhere in life. Then some old guy came out and said alright you ready. So we went into this small cubical with a really high ceiling, and by small I mean tiny, it was awkwardly small. He asked me questions and pricked my finger which hurt worse than any part of the giving blood. Then he said I had good hemoglobin or something, and he said it like wow you are probably a superhero because of how good it is. I then took some weird test thing to answer some questions, while taking this i realized my name was spelt wrong but I didn't want to hurt the old man's feelings so I didn't tell him until he had me look over this info sheet to make sure the facts were right. So then came the giving blood part, and they only thing i was afraid for was that I could pass out and then pee my pants so I decided to go to the bathroom first, as I was walking towards the womens room a lady walked out and said it's broken, use the mens. So I used the men's bathroom which I felt awkward doing. Then I laid down and waited for them draw my blood, it didn't really hurt at all and it was pretty boring. It took 6 min. and 7 seconds to get the pint of blood out. The couple next to me was arguing about whose blood came out faster and it was funny. The whole time I laid there I was looking around at all the old people and wondering why in the world did I pick the time when all the old people would be here. So then came the time to stop the blood drawing and let me leave, he took out the needle and had me hold up my arm and then I started getting really really dizzy and couldn't hold my arm up anymore. He noticed this and said are you feeling alright and I said no, then the rest is kind of a blur, I remember him saying are you still with us and handing me water but that's about it. All I could think was don't pee, don't pee! And I was trying to find the nearest garbage in case I had to barf. Once I was feeling better I just got to lay there and eat some cookies, that was nice. He said I didn't look ghostly white anymore which is a good thing. Then this old man said first time donating? and I said yep how could you tell, and everyone in the room laughed, which made me feel awesome, cause hello if old people think you are funny, then you are funny. So then I ate some pretzels and went home. I felt sick the whole rest of the day and kept wondering why I gave blood. But it is a good thing and I will probably do it again in 56 days.
love, sholanda.
