So, after storing up on iron over the weekend, I was able to go back into the plasma center and donate! Or sell myself. Gah, I sound like a prostitute!
I have officially re-decided that I. Am. Not. A. Fan. Of. Needles. I imagine if I go enough times and get stuck enough times, I'll eventually get used to it. But on Tuesday, they had to stick me twice because they couldn't find my vein in my right arm. Meh. My arm was really sore, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I also had a concert that night which interfered with my playing (not drastically, mind you). Also, I can't bear the thought of having a sharp needle in the crook of my elbow that is liable to damage me if I move. Or say the medic inserting the needle had a sadistic disposition to do evil to me and stabbed me all the way through.... It just doesn't bear thinking about! I've spent the whole day just dreading going in again today, and I don't think that money is a proper motivator for me. I mean, it's a great bonus or whatever, but I almost didn't go in today because... ick, needles. I think the fact that I did go in was because I thought about how my giving plasma would be benefiting someone somewhere in the world. That makes me sound like some crusader, but this fact is also the whole reason why I ever bothered giving blood other times. Needles scare me, but I think knowing that a great deal of good is coming from my donation outweighs any reservations I might have.
So. Concert! It was great. It was a little annoying that we had to end it on Pomp and Circumstance, because it's such an overused piece (coughgraduationcough) but it was really good! I didn't embarrass myself too horribly, so that's good, n'est-ce pas? Linny and Rachel (my roommates) came, and that meant a lot to me because they really didn't have to, and the concert wasn't free. Kyle was super busy with papers, and yet he still came. I don't think I thanked him enough for coming, because I really did appreciate it.
Speaking of Kyle, I haven't seen much of him this past week, or past three weeks. It figures - once my schedule opens up and all of my nasty papers are finished and I actually have time to hang out, Kyle gets flooded with homework and papers. It's a conspiracy, man! All of the professors have it out for us, and they don't want us to have any fun. No fun at all.
It's been a good week, though. It was nice not to be bogged down with homework and spend some time relaxing. I signed up for classes for the fall. I'm all set. Oh, and who is SO excited for General Conference?? Cuz I totally am! Going up to Brigham City again for Conference, and then Hannah went and made me feel really guilty for not spending it with them since this is their last semester in Utah. And this would have been the only time to be with Naomi for Conference. Mind you, she wasn't intentionally making me feel awful, but I still do.
Kayla and Kourtney are moving out this weekend. I'm happy for them, because they aren't very content with the apartment complex, or the ward here. So they're moving somewhere that suits them better. Which is good, but I'm roommate-less again. It's gonna be lonely, but Linny, Rachel, and Bree are awesome enough that it won't be too awful!
Till next time!
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