Vampires and Blood Donations

What should I write about…I’m listening to Blink 182’s “Going Away to College” and feeling angsty. No, no angsty is not the right word. I’m feeling stereotypical, and I’m loving it. There is nothing new under the sun anyway, right? I might as well indulge myself and be a college student. Ahhhhh. I’m enjoying the moment.

Now I’m sick of it. I’m switching to Mika’s “Grace Kelly.”

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Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
I've gone identity mad!

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That’s not cutting it for me either. I can’t make up my mind. That means silence is probably the best option, but before I try that option, I’m going to listen to “Dracula,” composed by Philip Glass, who, in my opinion, is one of the best composers of the 20th century.
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Dracula is turning out much better. It’s all piano work, and excellently composed. I love it because it has enough interest, but it’s not distracting: a perfect combination.

Speaking of Dracula, I’m donating blood tomorrow. YAY! I’m being serious when I say I can’t wait. I like giving blood. I think it’s sort of fun. The whole idea is just so clever. What I mean is taht I don’t need all my blood, and I can easily give it away to help others.

The nurses are also nice for the most part, but they tend to fuss over me. Being fair skinned, I get even paler when I lose a pint of blood (no surprise there). Anyway, I must look white as a ghost when I’m giving blood because the nurses constantly ask me if I’m okay. We’ll see what happens tomorrow. Maybe I’ll faint. That’s fun to do too, and it makes for good stories. Well, I’m tired, and need to go to bed. I’ll try to post tomorrow if there is an exciting story to follow up my blood donation.