I'm a Hero!

I'm giving blood today.

I don't want to.

Last time I tried to give blood, halfway through the process the blood just stopped coming out of my vein. So they pulled the needle out and stuck it back in. And pulled it back out and stuck it back in. Three times. No luck. I ended up with a massive bruise and an arm that I could barely move for a week. And they had to throw out my blood because not enough came out for them to use it.

I didn't really want to do it again but I'm intrigued by the whole "be a hero" thing, since it's my secret ambition to be a superhero. Seriously. No laughing. I guess it's not a secret ambition anymore... but whatever.

So anyway, I'm off after class to let them drain my body of blood in exchange for a sticker and a soda. Hooray.

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Halfway

The semester is approximately halfway over. That's very strange to me. My first semester here a year ago dragged by soooo slowly. But it was a good slow, I was enjoying myself so much. My second semester went a little faster, and this semester is just speeding by. Does it keep going faster and faster? If it does, senior year will go by in a blink. That's scary. So much time is just slipping away from me, and sometimes I feel like I'm not really doing anything of worth. I study, I go to class, I take tests, I sleep, I spend some time with my friends. But am I really accomplishing anything? I'm not sure. So what should I be accomplishing? I'm not sure of that either. Maybe I'm not meant to accomplish anything yet.

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Omegle

There is a recent website called Omegle where you can literally chat with a complete stranger. A random program links you with a stranger, and their username says "Stranger". Now, my mommy told me never to talk to strangers, and that was good advice, since Omegle is almost entirely populated by completely unsavory people. They use the anonymity of the website to have very disturbing chats. 


I have found that it is most amusing to troll these people. Trolling means to generally be obnoxious, and the ultimate goal is to get them to ragequit. I have had a lot of fun with this, though I have run into some very disturbing material. Luckily you can quit the conversation at any time you so desire, and never speak to that person again.


I have, on occasion, run into normal people. I have had several theological debates, helped a girl with her Spanish homework, and talked about anime. However, I have run into hundreds of perverts as well. If you're looking for an interesting (and potentially disturbing, you've been warned) pastime, it's worth a try.


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