"the 56-day itch..." or "donate a dollar to communism!"
Remember when I said that I was gonna go give blood last week? Well, true to form I actually procrastinated and didn't give anything that day. I drove into D.C. today [I got lost...as per usual] to donate at the large donation center that the Red Cross has there. Instead of going to my normal donor center practically across the street I went out of my way so I could visit one of the nurses that told me she moved down there. She was, of course, delighted and shocked to see me and told me that she was apparently getting married later on in the year. She [again, of course] invited me to the wedding and I accepted. So far I'm slated to go to three weddings later this year and it's just so nutty...I just need one more and a funeral to go with it and then I can be Hugh Grant! Anyway she pulled up my information and apparently someone lied to me at my donor center and my 56 days aren't actually up until NEXT Wednesday. Sucks, I drove down there for nothing...she said I could donate platelets but I didn't have the time since the process takes at least an hour and there was a 2 hour queue of people who had appointments. So I'm gonna jump ahead to tonight...my mom told me that I should donate my white blood cells for research at the stem cell company that she works for. I'm not one to just wildly donate to anyone and I like the Red Cross because my blood/platelets actually get to be used to actually save lives and not just for research that could possibly save lives [like what my mom was trying to get me to do]. So I said that I'd think about it and she kept harping on and on about the money that they give you to donate ($125) and I told her that I don't really care about money and every time she hears this she acts like it's the first time I told her. I unfortunately had to prove my point by tearing up a dollar bill I dug out of my pocket. My little sister broke down in tears [well...she at least went "noo! think of the dollar menu!"]. I'll probably need to get a lawyer now that I've admitted to commiting a federal crime.
Yeah, so I got lazy today and instead to taking my car to Jiffy Lube and also to the car wash I got back home and watched The Sandlot with my 9-year-old cousin (he hadn't seen it yet). I forgot how much the kids actually swore in that movie...and if you forgot too it was many many times. If I actually had known beforehand I actually might not have shown him the movie.
I thought that I was going to be stuck with these Motion City Soundtrack tickets that seeminly noone was bidding for on Ebay but I've suddenly received interest in them and I've got some bids! I started the bidding at $25 a pair and I bought them for $15 each plus the service charge so I won't get any money from them but I'm not in it for the money...I'm in it to make sure people can enjoy a quality sold out show for a low low price. It's all for the love of music. Only in this crazy cool capitalistic country can this happen. God bless America. Land of the free. Home of the...ok I'm done.
On a completely related topic John Vanderslice is coming back to the States!!! Huzzah! The last time I saw him in concert was the last time he was in the United States -- back last year. Then he went to Europe on a small two months tour that ended up being several small tours over a span of almost 8 months. And now he's coming back...too bad I can't buy tickets! He's playing at IOTA and you can only buy tickets for a show there at the door. I'm definetly going to be in line like two hours before the show...I just can't afford to miss out on JV.
Well, I don't really have much else to say...sorry I didn't have anything to post! I'll try to do better next time...PEACE!
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Confession: after all of the blood donating talk, I got a little woozy and was unable to finish reading. I wish I could donate blood. Good for you. Mine is staying in my body. Firstly because I'm totally freaked out by needles in me (thank goodness most of my drugs of choice can be delivered orally...) and secondly because... no, I'm just a big pansy. That's the only reason.
I have a friend who does the plateletts donating thing -- it was how he afforded beer and food through college. He still has scars on his arms for that. Eeew. I think I'll just volunteer and donate my organs instead.
I have to go pass out, now.
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