Thanks Friday, you didn't fail me.

So....five time reject now. My blood was rejected! Does that strike you as funny? It does me. Oh man... with my luck I probably shouldn't ask anyone questions at all, or do anything trivial, because I will be shut down. I will be rejected. So no, finally, I am not going to prom. Rejection seems to be attracted to me and is following me everywhere I go. Not that I care much, I'm waiting to grow a callous for these things. So that I may one day be callous myself.

Anyway, worked at the Blood Drive today. It was cool, I guess. Three hours of greeting, feeding, and writing. I also ate some ice cream. Watched everyone after they gave blood. Makes me think I can at least fake being sociable, which will help a lot when I grow up. Yeah, right.

My mom went to this Filipino restaurant to catch a glimpse of this Filipino actress.
I have blood on my sweater because I got pricked twice for nothing.
I'm tired. I haven't had a good night's sleep in a week.
I think I'm starting to become a sad sad person. No turning back.
Soap operas are nice. But funny in a sad way.
Why isn't this over yet....why isn't it June...or at least May...still April? What a joke.