stuff for Edy. Your welcome.

Ok, so, donating blood is turning out to be much harder than I expected. After the epic fail, I decided I would just call and reschedule, fill out the miles of paperwork and try to get stabbed for a good cause again. One of their prerequisites is to feel good for a few days before leaking blood in a bag for them, which is a problem because I just had the most disgusting throat infection ever. As in, I had black lumps in the back of my throat and couldn't talk, breathe, eat or sleep. Basically the four things I'm good at. GAH. In fact it was so gross I convinced myself I had throat cancer and have officially stopped smoking. Probably the most short lived addiction ever. So on top of convincing myself I was dying, I had to somehow get to a doctor, which I hadn't had to do since I moved out. It was a horrifying concept. I could hardly get out of bed, let alone all the way to where ever the doctor was. So yeah, screw my independance, I called Papa, and he took me. AND I'm all better now. But I'm not taking anti depressants anymore and my body dislikes this and my face feels like an ocean. OCEAN FACE. It's well weird. But should pass soon. I hope. So yes, feeling like shit means I can't be a good person. Fuck society.

My friend just convinced me to try go to an earlier class so I can travel home with her. I havn't done the homework and I'm going to class early. Does this seem silly to anyone else?

MuchLove

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So yes, I'm failing miserably at 96). Update blog consistently. But in other news I have something that resembles a social life and back at uni, studying it up three days a week. It's pretty awesome. Illustration and Typography are fun, New Media Contexts and Design Issues use big words which is actually a nice change, using my brain for once. I finally went to the doctor and am in the process of coming off the happy pills.

An age ago, H came over and went through my list and decided that the snow trip definitely counted as redoing schoolies. I did kind of feel like that was cheating but by all definitions of the term schoolies, the snow trip covered it. Ok, not quite. I just looked it up on UrbanDictionary and apparently Queensland and/or dirty old men are necessary. But we got the week long piss up bit down.

H also taught me how to blow gum bubbles for 67). but the whole process is bullshit. All I get is this fantastic yet ultimately disappointing pop noise. I was on the train back from uni and had an hour of practice with maybe 12 pop sounds and one bubble that just ended with me having gum all over my lips. GROSS. I need proper bubble gum.

I tried to donate blood the other day. Rocked up at the bus thing, filled in 4 pages of paper work, had an interview, got stabbed in the finger, then stabbed in the arm and then my veins fucked off, leaving me with 2 hours of wasted time and hole in my arm that blood wouldn't come out of. I was all ready to be re-stabbed but because it was my first time donating, they weren't 'allowed' to re-stab me. I was under the impression they were quite desperate for blood. I'm planning on trying again next week.

Rach and I exchanged letters last week :) I got the 4 pages of her tiny writing and sat and read and immediately wrote back. I felt like the most dedicated pen pal ever. 49). is probably my most favourite thing on my list. I miss that girl.

Shout out to Jack for getting me to write this. Bout freaking time. Squeeze Squishy for me :)

MuchLove.