So this whole blogging thing is more complicated than I thought it would be. I mean, you have to actually know stuff about computer codes to do anything interesting with the blog site thingy. Steve and Jason are helping me out because I know very, very little about computers. So, hopefully, I'll be making everything look cooler in the next week or so.
As for my little boy situation, I called Nick (new hot boy) today. I only got his voice mail, so I left a message. Then I called him back at around 11:00. I got his voice mail again, so I just hung up. Then, 2 seconds after I hang up the phone, it rings! It's Nick! He just got to his phone late. We talked for a few minutes, but he said he had to go, and he'd call me tomorrow. YAy! I'm excited. I'd really, really, really like to see if I can take him up on his previous offer of spending the night this weekend. After all, I don't have school. I haven't felt this excited about anyone for quite a long, long time. I just hope something actually comes out of this.
I am almost caught up with school! I finished the last of my missed tests today. And I think I did pretty well. All I have now is my speech on ghosts. And to do that, I have to actually research my topic, which I'm not quite sure how I'm going to do . . . I better think of something, though.
We studied blood in Anatomy lab today. And we got to prick our own fingers and look at our blood. That was cool. I don't know what it is, but my own blood, jsut excites me. I could puke cutting open an earthworm, but I love to donate blood. I don't know what it is. I mean, I'm not some sicko who cuts himself and acts like a vampire or something, but I just find it fascinating that I can safely study something that comes from inside me. It's really cool. Scott did it too. Except he doesn't bleed much, so he had to prick four of his fingers. I helped him get his blood in the capillary tube, and some of it dripped on me. And at that moment, I undetstood the whole Angelina Jolie/Billy Bob Thorton pendant of blood thingy. Yeah, it looks sick to begin with, but when Scott's blood dripped on my finger, it brought up this rush of emotion. I was just amazed that, this was part of him. This is what flows through his body, and gives him life. It was like, having my own little piece of Scott sitting on my finger. It just fascinated me, and made me feel very, very close to him. I really really hope this doesn't come off making me look like a sicko. I mean, I despise violence, and pain isn't my thing at all. It's just that, blood seems more like an icon of life to me, rather than death or pain. It just seems incredibly romantic to hold the source of the life of the person you love. Right now, I can't think of anything as romantic. I hope my future husband doesn't think I'm a sick bastard.
I hope no one else thinks I'm a sick bastard. But, ehhh, whatever
Eric 4/15/2003 12:10:00 AM
