the optimistic failure
i tried to donate blood today, but it didn't really work out. when they tested my blood for iron, i failed the first one, so they had to do a second test on me. i passed that one, so they sent me in the blood room, and stuck me with a needle. it hurt pretty badly, and i was nervous because i'd never given blood before. then the main doctor came because she was having trouble getting the needle in the vein. the doctor prima poked around for a while and then proclaim the vein impossible to penetrate. they had rejected my vein, or rather, my vein had rejected them. so i have a hole in my arm, but i didn't save any body's life. they told me to drink alot before i donate because that will plump up my veins more so i can be successful next time.
other than that, i've been pretty good. the music library might have an opening for me to take a job there. and even though i've been in a slump the past two weeks, i'm getting back into the swing of things. i've been doing my homework better now with better concetration now that i do it all in the evenings when i come back from classes. and i'm FORCING myself to go to sleep no later than midnight. running on 3 hours of sleep is affecting my grades and practice efficiency.
i've been thinking about heaven frequently these days. its hard to say why.
posted by bartholdy's slave @ 14:49
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The first time I tried to donate, they couldn't find my vein. Literally. They pumped and primed as much as they could little the Little Train Engine that Could and still nought. It was the phantom vein, or as is more likely, I've only recently evolved blood transport through vessels, using a kind of difusion common in spiders and grasshoppers beforehand.
And good work on the sleeping! I really need to rest up more often. If only the Calvin nightlife weren't so vibrant and uproarious...
you're kidding me, right? calvin nightlife is keeping you awake. what, the late night bible readings blasting through the walls?
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