Issues

So today, I gave plasma again. I do so mostly to see my friend because I no longer am desperate for the money but every time you donate, they have a series of questions they ask you to see if you are healthy to donate. This time, something popped out at me in the questionnaire. So I was just saying yes like I usually do and the statement, “Jaundice since age 11,” came up. Should I tell them that I thought I had jaundice? So I was sitting there, freaking out which then caused me to sweat profusely. I could only imagine that I looked incredibly suspicious and that maybe I was lying about my history.

Later in the day, I was sitting on my couch and got up too fast. Usually I just lose vision on days that I give plasma, but this time I totally fainted on the kitchen floor. Whoops. I guess that was a mistake. So when I came to, I had no clue what was going on, so I just sat on the floor. A few minutes into staring at the crappy linoleum, I saw a dust bunny dance across the floor. Wait. That must mean that there is an air current blowing around in here, so I went to go find the source of the draft and I opened a cupboard and found that the hole that once was small and just annoying has actually turned into a gaping chasm that is letting the cold air in. Not to mention that the wood around it is infested with black mold.

I talked to my dad today about living with two of my five roomies next semester. JM will be married so he can’t live with us, but my dad wanted to know if DP (the roomie that I hate more than Keanu Reaves) was going to live with us. I said that I would rather slit my throat than live with him another year, and my dad told me that I need to stop getting mad at DP, but I need to get even. Oh I love my father. He told me to make DP so uncomfortable that he will never want to be around me ever again. I was told to be lewd, scandalous, unwholesome, and condescending. So I have declared war on this menace. Let the battle begin.