Those being I have never had my blood drawn, and I have never passed out. I was almost able to check both of those off today.

I went in for a check-up and afterward was told to step into a room where the woman presented a needle and a small vial. I asked what this was for, and she told me it was for a white cell count. That was enough for me, I didn’t much care, I’d just been curious, so she sets my arm on the table beside me and wraps that wee thing around my arm to increase the size of the veins in my arm. As she places the needle to my arm, she asks if I mind this sort of thing; I have never had much of a problem with needles in my life. In fact, as odd as this may be, I almost look forward to when it’s time for a vaccine and we’re all lined up like cattle at school. I just have an odd liking and interest for needles. But I digress; she then proceeds to push the needle through, and I sit watching my blood drain into that little vial she’s attached to the end of the needle. All was fine, I didn’t much mind; if anything, I thought it was rather interesting.

The vial is filled, and she removes it from my arm, placing a cotton ball over the entry point and asking me to hold it there, so I press my fingers down and wait as she opens a small bandaid. I lift the vial slightly, just to take a quick look at it, then she holds out her hand to receive it and we’re on our way. That’s when I stand up, and everything just hits me. I haven’t the slightest idea why I began to feel anything, but my head sort of began to swim, so I quickly make my way back to the waiting room, as I still have to wait for Mum and Zach to finish, and just plop down in the nearest seat. I sat my elbows on my legs and let my head drop into my heads as I began breaking out into a sweat. The entire time I was just thinking, “Bloody hell, this is it, I’m gonna pass out, pass out over a measly blood sample, fuck everything.”

I didn’t pass out; on the way back to the car, I couldn’t tell if I was beginning to see spots, or if my light-sensitive eyes were just being bothered by the contrast in light after leaving the building, but I felt rather shitty. I’m hoping it won’t be such a bloody ordeal the next time I’m required to have blood drawn. I’m not bothered in the slightest by blood or needles, and the pain wasn’t anything bothersome; minor sting for a second, and a mild, resonating ache as I sit here using moving my arm about. I should probably just let it sit, shouldn’t I? Anyhow, that’s that. Nearly passed out. Me. Over a blood sample. Shocking, hey?

Trimmed my bangs a tad too short. Bollocks. That’ll teach me to bother with them whilst half asleep..

In regards to my last post about X and Zero, my girlfriend has been feeling jealous because I had a moment of fanboying and openly admitted to finding them attractive; she tells me she’s jealous because I never mention her on Tumblr. Despite how often I tell her jealousy is silly and she has no reason to feel that way, she can’t help but be stricken by such a feeling, so here is a little post about how gorgeous SHE is!

She neeever seems to believe it despite everyone around her telling her how absolutely gorgeous she is, and for that she is silly! Because how could anyone deny that this person is gorgeous?

I mean honestly, look at her! She is absolutely adorable, yet somehow wonderfully beautiful at the very same time! There are very few people who are able to manage such a thing, and to top it off, her appearance isn’t the only thing beautiful about her. She’s creative, caring, and although she doesn’t seem to think so, intelligent; she is just all-around an absolutely beautiful person, and I am lucky enough to be the person she loves.

I love you, my silly Emily

I have been spending a ridiculous amount of time playing Megaman Zero

Firstly, I have to say, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, holy FUCK that game is difficult, it has been a very long time since a game has frustrated me that much

And secondly… X and Zero are just too fucking attractive. I’m really not typically the sort to say that about fictional characters, but damn it, they’re just.. Hnnnf

I MEAN, LOOK AT THIS FUCKER

DAMN IT

Get bored, decide to go for a bike ride.

Get home, exhausted, after a short bike ride and realise how horribly unfit I happen to be.

Vow to get into better shape, as no one should be feeling so gross after such a simple bike ride.

Sit at computer and eat cookies.

Someone please come kick me in the head and throw me on a tredmill or something, this is dreadful.

It has just dawned upon me that I have an expensive camera obtained through winning a contest; a camera I would never have been able to afford. Now the lenses are expensive, and I likely will not be able to afford them. Oh, woe…

People always seem to find it strange when I say cities are beautiful…

I suppose people just naturally feel that beauty is reserved for nature, but I honestly feel that cities are absolutely gorgeous, in their own manner. Any time I see a picture of cityscape or a city scene, I just sit back in my chair and think, ‘I want that…’

They’re just so full of life, and activity, and architectural monsters.

Cities are absolutely beautiful.