Anticipation

Tomorrow.

In 24 hours, I will be on a bus to Anaheim. When there, I will spend all day at Disneyland, go to a Medieval Times festival, and have crazy fun times with my room buddies.

If this was Facebook, I would tag them.

The only downside is that I still have to go to school tomorrow. And, of course, the one day that I was thinking I might not go to school, my Lit teacher gives us homework, for the first time in weeks. Thanks.

Anyway, I'm super excited. I have garlic-y cheese-y chips, so everyone can enjoy my foul breath. I have popcorn, and a new knapsack, and excited feelings in my stomach.

I don't know how I am going to handle the whole "trying to sleep for an adequate amount of time" on a bus. With no boy next to me, so I could use his shoulder as a head rest. Cause that's the reason I was excited for the road trip. Boy's shoulders are comfy! But, alas, district policy dictates that boys and girls must be segregated while travelling overnight.

And it makes sense. But still.

SO EXCITED.

I'M SO EXCITED I'M GONNA DIE!!!!!!

I hope not. Cause then I wouldn't be able to go.

Shout out to my friend with the broken nose. I hope it feels better, and I will buy you a souvenir. Ok? Ok.

Maybe some Mickey Mouse ears...

Signing out,
Mandie

Blood

This isn't going to be a creepy Sweeney Todd-esque post. Not at all. It will talk about that iron filled red liquid that flows through your veins and keeps you alive and that vampires crave. That's right. Blood.

More specifically, getting your blood taken. Not your's really, mine. I got it taken today at the doctors. One problem.

I hadn't eaten since lunch, except for a  piece of custard pie right after school, and that's not super great.

This was me today. Minus the tears and the black hair. I'm blonde.

So I'm sitting there, and I hate needles. But I'm being brave, and my mom didn't even have to bribe me with coloring books or a trip to the dollar store! Anyway, so I'm sitting there and my blood is being cruelly taken from my arm and she has the squeezing thing on my arm to make my arm feel all tingly. And I'm like, 'Wow, my arm feels like it's being deflated.' And they just tell me that it's cause the bloods being taken. And then she takes the squeezy thing off. And then the needle and tells me to hold gauze on my arm. So I'm like, 'Cool. That wasn't so bad.'

Except it was. It was so bad. Cause then my head started to freak out. You know that feeling when you stand up too fast and you get the dark spots on your eyes and your head feels full of compressed air? Yeah, that started happening. And I said so. But this lady, really nice lady, by the way, doesn't hear me, cause maybe I was talking all muddled or something.

But then my ears start to pressurize. And I'm trying to pop them, and be able to hear. But it's not working and then I start feeling super woozy. And I'm trying to stay conscious, but I'm feeling myself slipping. And I'm breaking out in this awful cold sweat.

Dang I was feeling awful. So I put my head down, and the nurse looks at me and asks me if I'm ok. Nope. I'm not. So my mom gets me water and the really nice lady puts a wet paper towel on my neck, and I'm not feeling any better and everything sounds like I'm underwater. And all I want to do is succumb to this overwhelming urge to throw up and die and pass out and punch myself in the head. But I don't. I stay awake.

So close to fainting though.

If I were actually underwater, this is what I would be doing.

Anyway, so they call in the blood pressure lady to come and take my blood pressure. Keep in mind that they took it when I came in and it was something like 110/75. So pretty good, yeah? Well guess what happened next? Blood pressure at that moment was 78/52, or around there. I can't remember the exact numbers. I was underwater at this point. So I'm super nauseous and I keep getting told that I need to drink this Capri-Sun 100% grape juice but I just feel so sick. And they have to put my feet up and I'm apparently super pale. And I still feel awful.

Awful.

Finally I drank the juice and my blood pressure starting going back up. It was like 90/64 or something when I left.

Anyway, so my fear of needles and getting my blood taken has not been helped by this experience.

I will not be looking forward to the next time.

Holy cats, I am so grateful that I'm not allowed to donate blood.

Signing out,
Mandie

Days Off

Nope. I didn't do a lot today.

Thank heavens. I mean, I cleaned the house, and taught a piano lesson. But that doesn't really count. I've been doing nothing for the past couple hours. Hanging out, not putting on make up. Stuff like that.

By the way, not wearing make up is wonderful. I love it. I mean, I like looking pretty more. But I also like not having to worry about rubbing my eyes and eyeliner and mascara smearing. So great.

And tomorrow, I get to make money for singing. Pretty great. I'm excited.

And now I'm watching The Dick van Dyke Show and Phineas and Ferb while blogging and listening to some great Showtunes (Part of Your World at this point.) Life is good.

And then I'll go back to school and I'll be grumpy again. Which, frankly I really don't like being. But sometimes a girl just has to be grumpy. And she doesn't want people to tell her that she needs to stop being grumpy and to be happy, she just wants to yell and gnash her teeth and have people just sit there and nod and say, 'I understand' while secretly thinking that this girl is crazy. And yesterday, I got both of those. Though, funnily enough, once I got home, I wasn't so grumpy. Maybe it's the Dick van Dyke Show. I dunno, that show's hilarious.

Anyway, days off. Delicious.

Haha, Candace is having a bad hair day.

Signing out,
Mandie