Track 2, Scene 2

So I got an mp3 player for Christmas. Nothing spectacular, not an iPod or a Zune or anything, but it holds music. I was at first turned off by the blatant pink color (fyi I don't really like pink things), but after a while it grew on me. I think I remember someone said that having an mp3 player is like having a soundtrack to your life. Or was that the name of facebook group? Irregardless (which is a word), I am going to have to agree with those words of wisdom. Whenever I walk down the street I kind of pretend now like I am in the middle of my own biography, and that somewhere there is a camera that is panning around my head, listening to my thoughts, and then there is a slow zoom out, and then fade into the credits. Seriously. Although it would get kind of awkward when I go to class or something. People might get jealous of my camera crew, please no paparazzi. OK it's late and I have a 9:00. I'll shut up now.

IC goes bizarre

So I really like the cause Invisible Children and everything it stands for, but I thought their holiday video was a little bizarre. I don't know, the whole marriage between hip-hop elves in super cool hoodies, break-dancing (yes, break-dancing) in front of a TV screen that shows clips of crying children and child soldiers with the random Santa cameo was a bit much. Way to make a grassroots organization go all mainstream....if you can call it that. Hmm....you be the judge.

http://www.invisiblechildren.com/theMovie/media/

"Anemic????"

"What do you mean, anemic?"

The lady avoided my eyes as she handed me several sheets of paper with headings such as "How to get your Iron counts back up!!" and a sticker that said "Be nice to me, I TRIED [in bold] to give blood today!" and a really official letter with the huge DEFERRAL word on it. I was kind of giddy about going to give blood yesterday, too. I know most people like to give it because you save 3 lives with every pint, blah blah blah. I just personally like to watch the blood leave my body. I kind of wish they would take more. But then again, I have always been that weird kid who loves to go to the doctor and who likes shots. Please don't ask me why. So while I was sitting in the waiting area before examination, I kind of had a stuck-up attitude for no apparent reason other than the fact that I have given blood twice before. "Do you want to read this?" The guy next to me asked, extending in his hand towards me the thick pamphlet of Blood-giving FAQs, which posed as not the most appealing piece of literature to read at the time. "No thanks," I sniffed, doing my best Gabor attitude, "This is my third time." With that, I casually pulled out "Wicked" and assumed the position of an experienced philanthropist. I just knew today would be just another day that I saved the world.


10 minutes later I was walking out the door, the only evidence I had to show for my blood fiasco being one Bandaid on each middle finger.
DARN YOU, EVIL PRICK MACHINE. I flick you off with my bandaged appendages.

Anyhoo, the thing that weirded me out the most was that I have given blood before, twice to be exact, and I have never run into this problem. I wanted to know why they didn't want my blood. Naturally, since the answers to all of life can be found on Wikipedia, I went there and typed in "anemia". Scroll, scroll, scroll, etc. etc., apparently tea inhibits iron absorption. Literally the first negative thing that I have heard about tea. Ever. Considering that I have been averaging 2 cups of tea a day for about 6 months now, and lately that's all I have been drinking (other than water) it's kind of weird because now I have to change my ways. I don't want to be anemic. I am kind of treating it like a cold, but I know that I should probably care about it a little more. Oh well. Maybe I'll take the iron pills....apparently they enhance other things other than your iron count. We will see...



Rest in Peace, Patrick Verona.