Some lucky person will soon have my blood.

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.

bleebleeblee...blahblahblah

this is mepisha. i was the last person to blog. and WOW i'm dramatic. it really shouldn't have been such a big deal. but for some reason it was. and apparently somebody close to us has been feeding the cabin boys messages that we really don't like any of them. this was BEFORE the prankage. hmmm. odd. but whatever, it's over, and i'm on good terms with like 3 or 4 of them...so it's all good. sorry for the drama. but it makes for interesting reading right?
for some, college is the funnest thing ever. i think it's overrated and hyped up. or maybe just 1st semester is. personally, i can't wait for my next semester, which doesn't start until april. it'll be a whooole new babe pool. perfection. it's finals week right now which = poopy. but i get to go home in 3 days and i will remain there for like 4 months! heck YEAH! and by that time i should be excited again and ready to come back and study my cute lil brains out. for now, i already packed up most of my shoes, a bin of clothes, and took down all of my art and posters from the wall. 3 days and i'm outta here! that way, i can wake up in my own bed on my birthday. which is in 4 days...happy birthday to me!
i've come to terms with myself this holiday season. the one is not in my near future. i'm not quite sure when he'll pop delightfully and unexpectedly into my life, but it's not anytime soon, and he is most definitely not at byu-idaho this semester. my guess is that he is on a mission, or just busy with school and being completely unimpressed by every girl he meets. just wait till i come along. that will be one very happy day! so in the meantime i have made a slideshow of me and my celebrity future husband, chace crawford. i had a dream once where he pushed me on a swing and then we kissed in the snow. it was nice. so i picked him for my slideshow. the end.

noobs cannnot take a joke.

if you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all. people should really live thumper's law. and they should definitely not text you hurtful, not nice things, especially if they include swear words. it was a harmless prank. so i put a little baby powder in your pillow so that a cloud would emerge when you lay your head down to sleep. how was i supposed to know that the rudest one in there would be allergic to baby powder? actual babies (the infant kind, not the pansy kind) aren't even allergic to baby powder! i even sincerely apologized. and i truly feel bad about causing an allergic reaction. it's just unfortunate because he and i were already on what you could call not the best of terms. i felt so harassed. i felt horrible. like crap. i was nauseous and on the verge of tears all day. so before i went to the library to work on homework (only to fall asleep at the computer and be stared at like a fool), i drove around for about 20 minutes and cried. 20 minutes of tears. that is a lot of tears. that's what rude boys do. they are noobs. i wish they could just take a joke. that prank really was so funny and so harmless. what a crappy day. at least ONE of them apologized for how he treated me. he's back on the nice list. the rest of that 12 boy cabin is pretty much on the naughty list. coal in their stockings. what the world needs now is love sweet love. i'm gonna go play some hoops. mepisha out.

This Could Be The End of One Fine Pranking Queen

Technically this is my third post today so that's gross. But what is the point of having a blog if you can't write on it whenever you feel the need. I assume you have realized already that me and mepisha are really good prankers. We think of good ideas and we sneakily do them. Well recently people have been giving crap about pranks we may have done and boys have been very upset to put it nicely. And after seeing all the hate pranking is causing, I think it may be the time I retire at my great skill. I didn't want it to come to this but people just can't seem to take a joke these days. Sure we put a little icey hot in your toothpaste. Suck it up and be a man, it's not even that bad. I used to have those nice fun prank wars, and everyone is happy and like,"golly gee that was a good prank" or "oh boy howdy do you sure know how to prank em'." But people just take the anger too far now a'days. So my pranking could be over. This is a sad day, sure I may come back and do a little prank here and there, but I guess it's time I leave it to the younger generation. Usually college is when the best pranks happen, I guess not anymore.

Sorry to disapoint, Sholanda.