1st October, 2007
This Is Fucking Awesome
So, the Spice Girls had a bit of a lottery thing for their tickets. If you signed up/registered on their website with an email address, you were entered for a chance to win the opportunity to buy presale tickets. Of course, being the fan that I am, I registered months ago. I just received an email today that… I WAS SELECTED! I was so ecstatic when I first found out; I wanted to be one of those screaming people you hear on the radio because I didn’t think I’d get to see them, you know? But oh my god, presale tickets. That’s fucking amazing. So I know I should have bought them earlier, but I waited for confirmation on a friend which pushed up back in a bit of a farther section, but that’s okay. It’s still the lower level and I can still see the stage (assuming I whip out my glasses). But I’m so fucking excited. I get to see the Spice Girls! I want to squeal, but I shall not. Inside, I am though. Inside.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was/is the highlight of my day. Nothing else happened besides my midterm, which wasn’t all that bad, and work. I have a bunch of reading to do and some internet work stuff to do later tonight, but I want to go back and continue my nap. At least for now anyway.
Oh, yes, I was rendered useless again today. I think it may have been due to my lack of sleep, I can’t confirm that with Google, but I tested for a really low hemoglobin count. He asked if I wanted to retest, but I didn’t need another prick to know that I wasn’t going to be helpful today. I hate that feeling when I leave, not being able to help out when I want to. It’s as if they’re saying (and I know they’re not), “You want to help? Well, too bad because we don’t want you.” I know, I know, they have their regulations, but it’s just so frustrating, you know? I’m a relatively healthy person. I don’t have diseases, I don’t have a medical condition. I’m normal, I’m fine. And I’m willing to help whereas there are tons of healthy people who don’t bother to think about donating blood. I want to help, I’m willing to help, and yet… I can’t. I’m useless.
I know, I know, it all has to do with the way I eat, sleep, etc, but I do what another student probably does. It’s nothing extra special, nothing fancy, nothing too unhealthy. Just normal within the confines of a Berkeley student.
Oh well, maybe next time. Maybe. I’m just so… unmotivated now. I don’t know if that’s the right term for the moment, but it’s more of a deflated feeling, a feeling of “Why bother?” you know? Oh well, off to do something… somewhat productive I guess.
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