Not a morning person.

Yesterday morning I woke up around 7:30ish, picked my laptop off my bedroom floor, stumbled through the internet for around a half an hour, and then got up to take a shower.

This is where my story begins.

I ran out of shampoo a couple days ago and since then have rationing out the last few droplets to last me till I had the time to go buy more. Yesterday I got out every last bit of sud in that bottle. It was clean and clear and nothing more shall ever come out of it. I mean there is nothing in that bottle. I spent a solid 3 minutes getting shampoo out of that bottle (which is a long time to spend naked shaking a bottle furiously up and down to get another drop out so you may just have enough to get half your head clean).

Now things get really bad.

I continued to lather my last bit of shampoo, rub it all over my face, count to 30, rinse, realize in horror as to what I had just done, and cried.

Blood Drive Bitches

My school had a blood drive today. There was an assembly, flyers, sign up sheets everywhere! 'we need blood, 80% of people will use blood products at some point in their lives but only 4% donate.'

I took it upon myself to join that small percentage and donate my blood. Afterall, I'm of good health, I'm perfectly capable of doing so, and I'm a universal donor. So when the sign up sheet came around I put down my name and signed up for a spot during my study during last period next week.

Today was the blood drive. I was sitting on the steps outside a-block with some friends waiting for class to start when the principle came up to us.

"Are any of you interest in giving blood today?" he inquired.

My friends said they couldn't 'cause they had gotten piercing within the last 6 months and I said I was sign up to go during last period.

"All appointments after 2 o' clock have been cancelled. There weren't enough sign ups then to make it worth while. There's a bunch of free beds in there now if you'd like to do it still."

Wait, what? 'Weren't enough donors to make it worth while.'. What the he'll right? We get all these statistics thrown in our face about how there's a massive blood shortage out there. 'We need to get up and do our part'. But my blood which 'has the potential to save up to 3 lives wasn't worth staying open an extra 15 minutes for. Whatever though, I just went in then.

So to the auditorium I go. There's a good 8 empty beds, 2 people are being worked on an there's 3 people filling out applications. There's another 5 people ahead of me in line but overall the place looks pretty empty.

I walked up to the coordinator, explained how my appointment had been cancelled and asked to reschedule.

'Do you have an appointment?'
'Well, no, not anymore.'
'Sorry were booked, if you don't have an appointment you'll have to leave.'
'But I had an appointment, you guys cancelled on me. Is there not anytime I could come do it?'
'No, we're booked for the whole day.'

At this point another aid came over to help sort things out. From the looks of it there were two other kids who were stuck in the same situation as me as well as some others who wanted to sign up on the spot. No such luck. A whole group of us were told to leave immediately, they wouldn't take our blood.

In complete disbelief I left and went to class. I mean they spout off all these statistics about how desperate they are for blood but they can't be bothered sticking around an extra half hour for another 15 or so volunteers? I wasn't even given a pamphlet or card in case I was interested in signing up for a later date. Just told to piss of cause they didn't have the time.

Weren't even polite about it.

Only in New Zealand...

Can you buy a kiwi flavored condom. Here I am sorting through a newly purchased box of 'Durex Select Flavours' condoms when I stumbled upon the kiwi flavor. Sure there's the expected Banana, orange, and strawberry. But kiwi? Even came with a cool little picture for identification on the back. I'll be sure to let you know how realistic it actually is.

The email that was never sent.

To: Hannah Rand

Subject: I never really did know what to put here.

Message:

So. I'm writing you again. Haha don't worry this isn't a creepy stalkerish one. I'm sure as so soon as you saw my name in your inbox you figured i'd just be flipping out, again. So I hope you open this, which I'm sure you will 'cause we're always curious about that kind of shit.

Basically, I'm not mad anymore. For whatever reason I just really needed to tell that to you. Make it official or something, I dunno. I'm just not upset. Or hurt. Or anything really. We had something special and I don't regret any of it. I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Not that I'm trying to say we should go the whole 'let's just be friends route', it ended pretty badly. My Bad. I mean, we were never 'just friends' we started our relationship boyfriend-girlfriend and it ended the same way. I'm not sure if we never were friends is we ever can be. But that's beside the point. What I really want to say is this; We had a great run, a bad fall, and there's no regrets to any of it.

We're good.

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And I'm going to respect your last request of me and not send this. Maybe you'll see it, maybe you won't. Just, take care and know that I understand now, and I'm okay. We're okay.

Some things you just don't share.

Today in Biology class my partner was out at a swimming competition. So I, in turn, attempted to talk with the other pair who I sat at the table. One of them told me he masturbated to Pink Floyd.

Not okay.