Dear Diary:
Mood: Hyper!
So, Today. I went to the doctor to talk to her about me being a vegatarian, as my parents were concerned. Well, we had a....non-violent conversation on how animals were tourtured and such and so; then she said something about me having to get my protien. Here it comes I thought.. The whole You-need-your-protien speech. My mom asked how many grams I should be getting per day, and if I should log it. Well, she said that she coulden't tell me right off the bat, so I should go get blood work done, and they could tell me.
Oh noes.
I hate blood.
And needles.
So, here we are off to get blood drawn. *Shiver* Shivering at the thought, I go, and, this would be a good time to tell you about my hair. I dyed the tips a dark turquoise. It looks pretty, to tell the truth. No one seems to think the same though. Oh well.
Anyway, I went in with my hair, and I get dirty looks from everyone. I'm all in black, Hawthorne Heights shirt, light shirt with red pinstrpis on it (and an eagle on the back), and a short skirt. Black jeans with the anarchy symbol stitched on the pantleg too. So I'm standing there reading a book, Gothic!, and I get called over. The chica that was doing my bloodwork. OMFG.
Her: Whats up with your hair?
Me: It gives me a sense of indivuality.
Her: You couldne't go lighter?
Me: Not than lighter than blonde, no.
Her: *rolls eyes* In the chair. Second one.
Me: Whatever. *I get in the chair*
Her: Give me your arm.
Me: *gives her my arm*
Her: You have nice veins...
Me: Thank you?
Her: No honey. You have horrible veins.
Me: *thinking* Ummm... WTF?
Her: Look the other way. *preps needle and cleans my arm*
Me: I may hate blood and needles, but I can stand it.
Her: Go, look the other way.
Me: No! I wanna look at my arm.
Her: Look the other way.
Me: I don't wanna.
I made the BIGGEST scene. She ended up taking more then DOUBLE what she was supposed to take, and stabbed me numerous times! She had a horrible attitude too- I seriously wanted to punch her face in.
And she gave me a blue and yellow CRAYOLA band-aid because blue+yellow makes green.
stare talk2hand
I just better get my ******** blood back.
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