Part one of ...several...

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Blood drive and attempted tree

This entry is about the 26th. Thursday. I'll put some more entries up later possibly right after I finish this one, probably not
I went to a church in waterford to give blood. St. Paul's church, I believe. It was pretty good. I'm getting better at needles. I used to have more of a phobia than I do now. But I still have to kind of grip the side of the gurney with my other arm. heh, gurney. It was pretty cold in the room.
When I went up to do the medical history, the guy was talking really fast, so I had to concentrate on what he was saying to understand it. There were a lot of questions about sex. "Since 1977, have you ever paid for or given anything in exchange for sex?" "Since 1977, have you ever been paid or been given anything in exchange for sex?" And it went on from there. I guess they don't care about anything that happened 27 years ago. Probably some legal thing. So then I gave blood, and went home. It was pretty noneventful, I guess, considering my anxiety about it.

Then my father and I went to try to find me a bonzai tree. It didn't work so well, because no place around has decent trees and knows about them. Dammit. Although, there was one at Salem Country Gardens that probably would have been ok, but I don't know why none of these garden stores label the kind of tree bonzai are. I mean, they sure as hell label everything else. Seriously, if you're going to buy a tree, wouldn't you think you'd want to know what kind of tree it is? feh.

That's pretty much it. Next time: packing and going to drew.

I'm having problems with the CSS for making text be centered. It's pissing me off. for the top of this post, I want the "or" to be centered. According to w3schools.com, the code is <span style="text-align: center;">or</span>, but it's not working for me. any tips would be greatly appreciated.

not xanga, not really

I made two purchases on Monday. One was a bocce set. fun stuff. I already got one somewhat scratched by accidentally throwing it onto the driveway instead of the lawn. oops.

The second purchase was an amp.



Ooh, I hope that worked. I self-closed the img tag. (i.e. />) yeah, most of you don't get it, I know. crazy.

anyway, the amp's really nice. It's a Vox Pathfinder 15R. It's 15 watts, and has fun effects like tremolo and reverb. I need to get cables to hook it up to my computer so I can record stuff. I haven't been able to turn it up that much yet, because I've been inside and people have been home. dumb. It's solid-state, not a tube, which is what I want right now.

I'm giving blood tomorrow. I don't remember where, but I should be getting a reminder call tonight.

<h1>what to say?</h1>

Cystema yelled at me in her blog. Well, not really. She said that people need to update more often. And I'm a people.

I should finish up the 8-bit theater fancomic I sketched out a while ago. They're looking for guest strips. And I was bored, so I started on one. yay. If it's ever finished, I'll throw it up here (eew) so you can see it.

I'm slowly getting stuff to go back to school with. Er, stuff I need to go back to school. I hope I can learn the computer stuff quickly enough, because I don't feel that I know enough to work at CNS yet. not even close.

I keep forgetting the exact way my password goes. I remember each character, but I don't remember where each character goes. I'd explain more, but I don't want to tell you that my password is fluffy903kitty()#.

posts from friday

I finally finished the post I was talking about earlier. it's here.

Today was pretty fun. I hung out with some se-ct people: cystema, alison (tass), hacky, nehllah, christ, and whitey. It was good. We saw the movie Control room. It was ok. I'm not really a documentary type of person, and I found it kind of hard to follow. ah well. It was a good night anyways.

I'm really tired, so I should get to bed.

In conclusion, I just found out what the <span> tag does. Absolutely nothing! Isn't that hot?

If you're doing nothing...

Tomorrow, sunday, come to the waterford week parade. It'll be fun, and I'll be there, although I might have stuff to do, because my mom is in charge of it. Feh. At least I'll get food (but you won't because it's only for participants).

big post later.

curled up on the bed in the fetal position

it's been a different couple of days. different=good and not so good, mostly not so good. large post to come later. was supposed to be tonight, but due to my being tired (lazy), I'm playing guitar instead. curled up on my bed, plucking out a line that's very much similar to the opening of "custom concern" by Modest Mouse. almost too similar, especially since that's tne next to last song I heard before stopping itunes. or iTunes, as they say. get the difference? No, I don't think it's that important either, but what do I care about capitalization?UnLeSs It'S lIkE tHiS, iN wHiCh CaSe I'd HaVe To KiLl YoU.

I'm rather tired. But my usage of CSS is making me happy. look at the code for the last parts of the last paragraph. woot. if you care.

big post later. partly done, all mapped out. fun times.

Last day of work

or

how I almost got slapped by a 40-year old black woman

first part of the day, it was pretty boring. we had nothing scheduled for the entire day. The camp director, for some reason, was making my kids clean stuff and put things away. It was weird, because that's not why they're there. I was doing most of the work, because I didn't want the kids to work at camp.
One of the lifeguards, Emma, hasn't worked at the camp this week because her other job wanted her to work during the day, and it pays more. Since she needs to pay for college, she's been working there this week. Emma came in today to get her check.
Since the lifeguards were working to clean out the lodge, Emma couldn't go see them. She went back to her car, and went to leave.
It had been raining earlier that day, and there was sand on the road. When the sand parking lot ended, that is. She had to make a 180 degree turn to get out. When she went to, her car slipped on the road and slid into a tree.
I was the first one over there, because I was closest. She got out, and was pretty ok. Well, she wasn't hurt physically, at least.
I got her over to the office, and they called 911, just in case.
I was staying with her, just like kind of holding her/rubbing her back, because she seemed to need some sort of contact.
A paramedic came, and after making sure nothing needed to be done for Emma right then, waited around.
One of the mothers, Cindy, has apparently known Emma for years, so she came over and was being comforting and such.
Another of the mothers of one of the boys I was working with, Tatiana the name of the mother, not the boy, came over and told Cindy that "nothing happened," and she should go back to her group. Cindy said that Emma needed to be comforted at that point. Tatiana said that Cindy needed to go to her group. They had some more minor words, and then Cindy left. She said she was taking her kids and leaving.
Tatiana left to do something else.
At that point, I decided Emma needed to get up and walk around and mainly get away from Tatiana.
We walked a little bit, and then the paramedic came over and asked us where we were going. I said that we were just going to be around here; she needed to walk around.
He got mad, and said that there was no reason to get snippy.
I suppose I might have been a little short, but it was a stressful situation that I'm not around every day. He is. One would think that he'd understand that it is stressful, and not jump down everyone's throat.
I took a slow breath, explained that I was sorry, and said that we were going to be within 50 feet of where he was standing, she just needed to move a little.
He said some more shit, and then went back to his car.
Now, in all of this, he never really checked her out. He asked if she was ok, and she said she was. He was satisfied with this. Is that right? I'm not really sure.
Anyway, after we walked around, we came back and sat down. Emma wanted to go back over to the car and look at it, so I took her over.
I picked up a "honda" nameplate that came off the car and gave it to her. she seemed to like it.
Then, the lifeguards came over. Since they had worked with Emma for 6 weeks, they were understandably upset. They were making sure she was ok, and hugging her and such.
Tatiana came over with some plastic bags and a sheet of paper, gave them to the waterfront director, and told them that they should be down at the waterfront. She said that everyone's making a huge deal of nothing at all.
I went up to her and told her she needed to butt out. Because she did. She got really loud and told me that she was on the clock, and everybody should be working. I didn't say anything; I just stood there. She said that she was still working, and I needed to get back to the boys. I said "no."
She got really mad, and started yelling. really loudly. "get out of my face." I just stood there.
She tore off her hat and threw it to the ground behind her. She kind of threw her arms up behind her.
I had so much adrenaline running through my system, my leg was shaking. like, up and down. it was crazy.
Then, the program director came over, and put a hand on Tatiana's shoulder. I turned and walked away.
I basically comforted Emma some more, until her father came and the first words out of his mouth were "how fucking fast were you going in this parking lot?" sigh.

that was quite a last day of work. The rest was rather anticlimactic, except for when I went to go see the lifeguards after all the kids had left, and tatiana was coming back. I just turned around and went back up to the office.

What a friday the 13th. heh.

interesting days...

yeah, the past few days have been...different. I won't elaborate much, you can ask me (or comment, punques).

last day of work tomorrow!

er, today.

I need to get an amp soon. and a mic.

and I need to get my oil changed. I should call tomorrow.

fun and work

first, this is my 100th post

yay!

RPGing is fun stuff. you should really try it. whoever's reading this. Although we're not quite doing so well on this mission. feh.

Work is annoying. Today, Jared (David, my co-worker's brother) was running around when we were inside with all the kids at camp, and I told him not to. six times. So then I had him sit down, and he kept getting up, and it was a mess. Then, when we were swimming, Jared kept running around again. I told him a few times to walk, but then when the lifeguards told the kids to flip their tags (so they know who's in the water), he ran to the line. I told him to go back and walk. He just threw his goggles onto the ground. "five minutes out of the water," the lifeguards informed him. *throw goggles to ground* "ten minutes." *throw* "fifteen." *throw* "twenty." "twenty-five." "thirty." And that's how that goes.

So Jared went and sat next to his brother. In a minute or two, as David attempted to twist jared's arm/restrain him/whatever, jared went and punched david in the throat, or tried to (fat blocked it). I held back a laugh, because it was damn amusing. David saw it, and then said to jared "go attack zach."

Well, Sue (the boss) saw it, and talked to them for a while. I was happy, until they just came back and sat down. She doesn't have the guts to do anything, and it's pissing me off.

Eh, summer's pretty good this year. I hang out with people more. shit, I need to call bryan. I was supposed to like two or three weeks go. crap!

ah well, it's good.

Interesting...

I totally forgot that I posted that other post before I went to bed last night/this morning. Good for me?

kayaking and muck

I hung out with my cousin David today. It was really cool. He's at his grandmother's for like two weeks, going home saturday. He's a cool kid, literally the only one of my family that I'd like to hang out with. There's a few more that I wouldn't mind seeing once in a while, but he's the only one that I like enough to hang out with. Kinda depressing, I guess.

Anyway, we had a good time. He brought his guitar over, and we played a bit. He's a lot better than I am, or probably will ever be, but he's really never wrote anything, he just gets tabs and plays them. Different styles, I guess. I was trying to get him to start writing stuff, because I think he could write some really good music. He was playing some aerosmith, and it sounded good.

His xanga is pretty depressing, though.:-/

weird face. I get to go in to work again tomorrow. David (different, fatter david) isn't getting fired, because Sue doesn't have the balls to do it. Someone's going to get hurt, and I won't care, because I've warned her enough. Oh well. She told me that she wanted me to decide what I wanted to have her do so that I could go on with it (have me take breaks and do something else for part of the day|have david do something else for part of the day|something else that I forgot). I think I'm going to decide that I want breaks, because I fucking deserve them. dammit.

I forgot to wash my sheets today. I really need to do that.

If I fall alseep right this minute, I'll get eight hours of sleep. That's after 45 minutes of pretty strenuous kayaking today, and not getting that much more than eight hours last night, and a week of stupid work. out.

so I went bowling...

Tonight. It was nice to let some steam out after working at a girl scout camp for four or five weeks. I mean, really. I needed to be loud and boisterous. nice.

tomorrow I have to wake up at maybe 11 to make sure I know how to get to my cousin's grandmother's house to pick him up. We're hanging out for the day. It would have been nice if my room was clean, but it's not. I don't know if it ever will be. heh. So much crap. My dad's getting annoyed at it. I really should clean it up, but I do stuff and don't feel like it when I get back from work. hrm. I should take like five minutes everyday to work on it. Great idea, but I sure won't. Because I suck.