Okay, I'm actually not as scared of needles I like to claim to be; still, I was able to come through for a good cause and a good friend, so I'm feeling cocky for a good reason. Oh well, even my moments of egotism are tinged with self-analysis.. That's life in my head.
Went over to the SDA Academy where my friend Grace (see the thatothergrace blogspot) was coordinating a blood drive; not for a senior project of anything, it was just because "she's cool like dat." Anyway, I signed up and was sent back to my seat with a double-sided three-foot-long page of redundant bubbles making sure that my blood wouldn't kill someone. I could have told them that. In fact all of the questions could be asked in three questions: Do you have a blood disease? (I do not.) Do you have sex with people who could have HIV? (I'm a virgin.) Do you do drugs? (Except for Feta Cheese, the occasional rocky-road float, and Karen Gillan, I can claim no outstanding detrimental addictions.)
After the life-saving-yet-painfully-bureaucratic questions, they took me up in the van where they took my blood pressure, gave me a needle prick (no doubt to make sure I knew what was coming afterward), determined that I had heavy enough blood, and put me in a padded chair that made me think of straight-jackets. I had quite a bit of juvenile fun opening the window and pleading with my friends to save me from the organ harvesters; depressingly, no rescue attempt ensued.
Then came the main event: the mechanical vampire.
Up till then, I had no idea that while they were sucking necessary fluids from my body they would make me become a biological clock, but they gave me a foam ball to squeeze every five seconds; also, I was apparently so unworthy to touch the said ball that they triple wrapped in paper towels.
After marinating my arm with a suspiciously-barbeque-sauce-appearing iodine mixture, the goatee'd nurse brought out the Apparatus of Torture, Occasional Death and General Blood Sucking and got to work on my inner arm. The phlebotamist assigned to me was nice enough, though in all honesty I would have prefered the attractive female one; he was nice enough to lie to me and say that he would stick the device into my arm on the count of three... What he meant was "in the middle of the count of three."
All the same, I was pumping down and actually relaxed (as much as a medical vampire's victim really can be) chatting with my new-found friend Jared, laying in the booth across from me. It truly is astounding how quickly close bonds can be formed between two people being drained of their fluids together.
Anyway, went home, traded an hour and a half taking my minions to the park and pool for five bucks and computer time, and started surfing. It was then that I found my newest musical oneirataxical-point: Oren Lavie.
Okay, so when I first sat up and took notice of this awesome Israeli singer was his song "A Dance 'Round the Memory Tree" for one of the Narnia soundtracks... and yes, I put the song on repeat and played it for 48 hours straight, but I'm done with that (for now)... but after being able to find little else by him in the american system, ended up giving up in frustration. However, youtube was nice enough to catch my eye with his featured music video (the utterly brilliant "Her Morning Elegance") and re-send me to his website in search of more music.
"the road stretches on from unknown destinations/
across open streams/
through fields of carnations/
it enters a city, a building/
it stretches ahead/
it stops at his feet/
the feet of his bed//
"he's aware of a small inclination/
a dream in a dream/
he pays no attention/
oranges hover and faces all over he knows/
is how the dream goes//
"caught within a dream within a dream
a man within a man
caught within a thought within a thought
an ocean so deep
he will drown in his sleep"
The amazingness continues... but I have no time.
Adios, todos and LLAP
The Stockton Eccentric
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