thats a lie, but my arms say another thing!! when i get bored, usually due to not wanting to study for a compressed 3 week, 3 credit course, which forces me to suffer the 3 hour commute to UBC for a 3 hour class every freakin day (eff you number 3)..what was i saying? man, A.D.D. moment..i legit had to go back to the beginning of that sentence. um, yeah, back to boredom. so, everything distracts me when school work is so not being my friend, and i notice stupid little things that i normally would not notice. one of them was my arm. i donate blood (yes, i get a pint sucked out of me whenever i can, or when im eligible to..which has been like 5 times maybe?) and the blood suckers seem to love attacking my right arm. not until today did i notice how stupid my brown skin is and how badly it scars. i have a bunch of scars on my right arm because of it (now as i count them, ive donated 6 times!! =P). whats worse is that my last donations poke was in the EXACT same spot they fiddled around with during a previous donation. thats lame, since its double the scarring, on on top of the other, looks like a gross freckle on my arm, and it probably wont ever go away since my skin scars really badly. i actually have tons of these needle scars on my left hand as well, due to being pretty effd up when i was younger from health issues and requiring random IV trips..thats another 5-6 scars. ok, maybe thats not enough to make it seem as though im a drug addict, but its enough to be considered not so normal..which im not in general..and im proud of it. procrastination over..need to get back to my notes and the gazillion terms and processes i need to memorize..
..well that was a waste of 5 minutes of your life wasnt it?
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