Hum-hum-hum... *casually rolling up my right arm-sleeve*

I did it! Woo! Finally, after years and years of "oh yeah I'd really like to donate blood, it's something important everyone who can should try to do" and never actually looking into it seriously, I did it. I donated blood yesterday. And feel fine :)

My Arts & Humanities II lab was cancelled, so I suddenly found myself out from class at 3.40 pm. I bundled up some nerves and went to the Student Union (a place I've only entered to buy text books), and walked upstairs. Argh. I saw rows and rows of flippy chairs with people in them, getting drained, slooowly. Huwhuwhuwhuwhuw. I entered. Read the policies. Filled out a form ("If you are female, have you had sex within the last 12 months with a male that has had sex with another male since 1977?" - No...) Had my ear pricked for test blood (my iron was fine - eating spinach pretty much daily for 2 weeks paid off :), my blood pressure checked (I still don't know what it is, but I figure that if it was unusually high, the nurse would have said something. She didn't.), and both arms checked.

Once again it was said my veins are tiny, and she pumped and poked and I clenched my fist again and again, and finally, it was deemed worthy of a try. She had me bring the blood pressure thingy over to the blood sucking chair as an extra aid for the nurse who was going to "do it", I sat down and.. ooh. Saw this bag of blood on the girl next to me's chair slowly filling up. Scary. *pinch* Needle inserted and ohmyghod, does that red stuff in the tube mean it's my blood? Apart from a paranoia that the needle would fall out (she only found one vein on the outer part of my right arm), and having to sit through two sets of other people donating (small vein/weird place= bag not gunna fill up as fast) it was.. *gasp* okay!

I'd like to mention that I have a needle phobia, and I still went through with it. Hooray. Now it's your turn. :P~

Gene decided on what he wants for xmas. (I'm kind'a late on gifts, okay? I still haven't given him his birthday gift, and that was last september..) If I go with him to see an accoustic Dave Matthews band concert, part of the money I pay for the ticket will be considered the gift, so, um, I'm basically prostituting my friendship ;) Works out great for me - I'm not a fan of DMB, but I hear the live concerts are real good, and I'm always up for a concert. :)

You know.. somehting I've noticed over the years is that isn't it strange how people who ask us for complete support and trust and promises that we'll always stick by them rarely seem to offer the same in return? Argh - this isn't directed at anyone, heh, it was just something that struck my head, and looking back at growing up, that seems to be a lingering experience. *shrug* Fascinating, somehow.

What's also fascinating is going back to the webchat where my online days began back in -95 or something, and finding one of the original ppl I used to know still there and ready to be talked to. I even visited him once :) Kind'a rocks, though it feels a bit empty now to go there and only have severe oldbies remember you. *shrug*