BOOM smile

Example sentence from my class presentation when reading from a paper:

"These measures are inconsistent with efforts to ensure that medications undergo the rigorous scientific scrutiny of the FDA approval process and are proven safe and effective."

Example sentence from my class presentation when improvising:

"And that was kinda like 'whoa'."

Yeah I was never what you'd describe as"debonair" when it came to presentations in front of the class. In fact, fast thinking constantly failed me whenever I was in an uncomfortable situation, so I tend to keep my mouth shut in new situations. This is why my voice in this Kanga sounds different than my voice in real life! I'm TELLIN' ya!

But blah blah introspective silly-nannies. Yknow what that group presentation in my CriticalThinking class indicates??

Winter Break!

It starts now! For me, anyway. It was my last final! My final final, if you will. That means 5 weeks of partying it up with friends, family, and of course, Santa! For me, anyway.

One of the things I'll miss about good ol' Whitney High School is the last school day right before Christmas break. It's like BOOM present there BOOM more presents there BOOM holiday flood of cheer! I talked about this last Christmas, so I'll spare you anymore detailed BOOM descriptions, but that day was always something to look forward to.

For CSUF, the week before winter break is finals week, so it's more like BOOM take this test BOOM turn in this project BOOM go home bye. No bags full of gifts. No dressing up like Santa. No Christmas parties where you bring food and end up pigging out on hard cookies, Ralphs brownies, and Ruffles chips. It's the magical festivities that I'm missing and the magical festivities that I miss.

Fortunately it hasn't reached that point of sadness. Actually, oppositely, yesterday I was incredibly happy. With everything. Which I believe sounds peesey weesey ham on cheesey, but I'm incredibly satisfied with where I am for these following reasons:

• Fwends - BUH yeah I'm talking about friends again, but I like em! One of the best things about commuting is that if I make new friends at school, we can just go like "hey, wanna hang out during winter break?" "Sure. I live right over there." HAH take that, dormers with friends-from-different-states! One for the commuters.
• Fwends - The Whitney ones, because they're still cool, and they shan't be replaced.
  
• Painting class - Next semester I'm taking a painting class, which I was DREADING more than Dread Pirate Roberts (although I don't think Westley was actually necessarily fearing anything, the title probably came with the position.) But now, it doesn't seem so bad! What if I become a great painter! WHICH IS TOTALLY POSSIBLE. Though I'll never leave graphite - my first love.
• Art in general - I like art. I am glad I am an artist. No need for elaboration here.
• Work - I've said it before and I'll say it again (my name is K-E-V-I-N!), I feel super lucky to have the job that I have. I actually enjoy it very much, and I'm not used to associating pleasure with "work" (sorry, Quest kids, but teaching you guys were like trying to direct a storm).

The weird thing was that these thoughts came about between finishing my art piece final (which turned out kind of bad) and preparing for my marijuana presentation (which turned out okay), which, contrary to popular practice, would not usually occur during a moment of great stress. But it did. Not sure what that was all about.

Since I'm getting distracted with these Barats&Bereta videos after some Googling, I'll just end with this list I thought to make right now.

How to Handle Happiness
1. Identify it. Make sure you know everything that is making you happy and understand why you're feeling that way.
2. Let others know. Put on a good attitude to make others feel better. BUT DO NOT be a douche about it, bragging about great you feel, especially if someone else is not having such a fantastic day. If you act douchey you'll end up being a douche. Speaking of which, I find jokes about douches hilarious. Now you know how to tickle my funny bone.
3. Capture it. The thing about emotions is that they are constantly changing. So the most important step-thing is to value what you go. Milk it out for all its worth because you never know how long it'll last or if you'll even get it back again. Never take happiness for granted.

Just Suck It

Did that fool you? My post title? Was it tricky? Did you expect an emotional filled post about how my life is spiraling down to the ground like a guy who fell out of an airplane and is now spiraling down to the ground? Am I a tricky tricky man?

Then huHAH! I am so sly! No this post is about how I donated blood yesterday! First time ever! Saving lives is the second perk of being 17. The first one is the ability to watch rated-R movies, which I fail to exercise as I desire to watch Bolt in 3-D!

So yeah, gave blood! I woke up that morning and didn't think I would be losing 1 pint of my life that day. Well I mean I signed up last week, but I totally forgot and was gonna cancel, but turns out, I could get loads of free stuff for donating! WHO'DA THUNK! So I donated.

If you're unaware of the process, here's what happens when you donate blood.

How You Donate Blood

1. Arrive at the location and read this booklet thing
2. Return the booklet and wait.
3. Scoot over one seat. Wait.
4. Scoot some more. Wait.
5. GET TO THE FRONT OF THE LINE! Wait.
6. Someone calls you into a room and asks you lots of personal questions. What people don't know is that these questions are a test of your knowledge! For example, if they ask you "What is your name?", make sure you give your full name, including secondary middle name, along with the amount of letters in your name, a spelling of your name backwards, and how your blood will showcase your dreams and aspirations.
7. You'll know if you pass when they prick your finger for some blood. They do this to test your manliness, so I discourage wincing or tears.
8. You take an electronic test that asks you about AIDS and whatnot. Make sure you answer "No" to everything. Who cares if you have malaria, a baby in your stomach, and hepatitis A, B, and C!? YOU NEED TO SAVE LIVES IN AFRICA!! Lie for the dying.
9. Once you're done, you head on over to the actual place where you give blood.
10. Go up to the lady and ask where to go. She'll tell you to go to a bed. Look around and ask "That one?" as you point to a bed. Wait for her to say "Yes", and when she does, go to that bed and lay down.
11. Do not remain calm. Be sure you're very agitated and nervous. That way, the blood will pump faster in your system and you'll be able to donate faster and more efficiently. DO NOT QUESTION SCIENCE.
12. A lady will come and prepare your arm for needle injection to suck out the blood. Do not think about bats.
13. Distract yourself with someone, and when you least expect it, BOOM you'll be stabbed and the blood sucking begins.
14. You must squeeze a stress ball every 5 seconds to keep the blood flowing. OR, what they don't tell you is that you can just squeeze the part of your arm near the needle, or pump your chest where your heart is. Those two methods work better than silly ball squeezing.
15. SQUEEZES/BEATS MUST BE EXACTLY 5 SECONDS APART! Counting with Alligators, Crocodiles, One-thousands, or Mississippis may help.
16. When you're done, don't wait or else the bag of your blood will explode onto your crotch (and that's embarrassing). Get up immediately and look around for a helper. If no one is there, I suggest you start running in circles to get attention.
17. The lady will come back and take out the needle.
18. She'll put a cotton thing on the point of entry and tell you to apply pressure. However, it's perfectly fine to start punching you arm, for your brute strength will repress any bleeding and retreat the blood back into your veins.
19. Your arm will get wrapped in some kinda of wrapping thing. The directions say to leave it on for at least 5 hours, but remember, directions are for wussies.
20. When the lady is done helping you, be sure to give her a kiss on the cheek. Why? Because the lips are too forward and you are not ready for that step in your relationship. Also, kisses are not necessary if your helper is (A) a man, (B) a monkey, (C) a figment of your imagination, or (D) an ugly lady.
21. Go to the recovery table and eat like you've been starving for decades (but don't eat like you're dead because then you wouldn't).
22. FREE FOOD!
23. Be sure to ask for a free shirt. If they run out of your size, just say "extra large is okay", sigh, and then give them a dirty look.
24. If you "faint", don't be fooled! That is not a faint, but a mere involuntary rest of the body. Don't try to fight it, don't try to get help, just embrace it and take a nice nap. You deserve it. You saved 50 freakin' Africans.

The End.

I'm just kidding about #20. Ugly ladies deserve kisses too.

What an experience! I dunno if I'll ever do that again, for I dunno when I'll have such a convenient opportunity. It feels good to donate blood and save some lives. You know what also feels good? A free T-shirt.