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Monday, October 18, 2004


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Try to decipher that, all you intelligent types. I'll give you a hint, it has something to do with boredom and frustration. Or something.

So, this morning. I get up, and get ready to go to the hospital. Because some of the tests on my blood required that I fast, I couldn't eat anything this morning. So, that allowed me to be ready to go earlier than normal. I dozed on the couch while I waited for my dad to get up. =p

When he finally did get up, I packed up some cereal in a Ziploc bag so I could eat it after getting my blood drawn. I was hungry enough already.

Instead of going to the hospital, though, as I thought, we went to Pequot Emergency Walk-In Center. It's a closer sort of clinic that does this sort of thing, too, I guess. I've been there before for throat cultures and stuff. So, my large mouth bass of a nurse comes over and shoves the needle into my arm.

Before she did said shoving, I made sure to inform her that the last time I had blood drawn, the nurse found it easier to use a butterfly needle. It's incredibly small, and you can barely tell it's there at all. Well, whatever station this lady was, she pretty much told me that my veins were fine and that butterfly needles were for babies. ;_;

So, in the needle went and out the blood came. After I finished, I went and started in ravenously on the cereal I brought with me. My dad came out, also having had his blood drawn, and we started on our way to school. My dad stopped by a gas station and let me grab a drink so that the cereal would not completely dehydrate me.

I was late to school, by about ten to twenty minutes. I signed in late at the office, and then went upstairs to my locker to get ready for first period. There was still about half an hour left of the period.

I'm kneeling in front of my locker, shifting books and notebooks between my locker, my backpack, and the floor. Mr. Currie comes out of his classroom, which is just besides my locker.

"Good morning, Mr. Currie."

"Good morning, Matt."

...

Mr. Currie walks back into his room, and I just continue to prepare. A moment or two later, Mr. Currie steps out of his room.

"I called you Matt again, didn't I?"

"Yep."

"Sorry, Ben."

"No problem."

Heh, and off I got to Sociology, where I've got a test to do. A test, incidentally, that I am totally unprepared for. v_v;;

I think I put down some guys from Psychology instead of the people I learned in Sociology. It gets kind of confusing when you have the same teacher for both classes. I'm sure I passed; I've got a sort of built in "Failure-is-not-an-option" device that keeps me from falling below the 65 mark. Comforting. *snort*

Skipping right along...

I've got tests coming at me from all angles this week. Two tests and a quiz today, a test or so tomorrow, and more to come. Two in English, one tomorrow, and one the day after. Yay...

It's not too bad though. All of these tests means that I probably won't have much actual homework to do. So, no worries from those of you that like to worry. ;p

Eh...rehearsal tomorrow night and Thursday night. I'll probably go to some of Conditioning on Wednesday, and then I have an appointment with Becky. I'll get the results from the blood test then. Hopefully I'll have improved.

You know the rest, I guess. I'm tired, and in need of sleep and studying. So, I'm going to cut this post short.

*slices the end to ribbons*

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