Blood, Saltines and the Wall Street Journal

So today was my first time ever giving blood. Once I turned 16 and was able to give blood...I think that is the age...we couldn't because of the whole France ordeal. Well, since I no longer have that excuse I figured it was about time I gave my blood. I figured if I scheduled it at 1:00 that that would give me plenty of time to give it and get to work by 2:00. However, they were extremely booked so by the time I was actually giving my blood, it was already after 2:00. I was kinda nervous but not really. As I was sitting there there was this girl that got really pale looking and sickly and a lot of people had to attend to her to make sure she was ok. I was just really hoping that I didn't pass out. They did have some difficulty once they got the needle in me the blood stopped flowing for some reason so they had to move it around a bit and wiggle it til it worked and that was rather painful. But the actually blood giving wasn't bad at all, I didn't even really notice it. So that was my giving blood experience. Be proud, be proud. I saved 3 lives today.

So FHE was an interesting experience tonight. We played a game where you tied a saltine to your beltloop hanging down by floss (so it hung from the top of your pants, just over your rear end)...then everyone gets a newspaper, and when it begins you start trying to smash other people's crackers. It is certainly an interesting game and a lot of pain as we beat each other with newspapers but it was real fun. We should play it as a family sometime. I'm pretty sure I know who would win (Landon is pretty aggressive these days).

Well that was my exciting news. This is my last night of freedom as Practicum starts tomorrow and I will pretty much die at that point. Oh well! Wish me luck.