dingoes8

Yesterday at work, the people in the back room were talking about giving blood. It was three college kids and one guy in his fifties. I was like "They won't let me give blood. I have a bunch of red flags. In the past six months, I've been on anti-psychotic drugs, gotten a tattoo, gotten my nipples pierced, and had unprotected sex with a man." The look on the old guy's face was priceless. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I hate having to explain to people when I'm kidding. Especially since 80% of what I say at work is bogus. I think it's pretty obvious when I'm just being an idiot.

I'm kinda falling behind in school. I have to read Carrie and write a summary by last Tuesday and write a short story by last Thursday. Plus I have to read The Metamorphosis by Tuesday, do crappy logic homework by Monday, and do an astronomy extra credit assignment since I missed three homeworks already.

My boss tried to trick me and switched my schedule mid-week so that I have to work at 9am tomorrow. But that actually works well because I can see Leftover Crack at 5pm and then hang out with my friend who's visiting from England. That doesn't leave much time for homework, though... Hmm.