Thursday #3 – by far the most boring Thursday to date, with the day off uni I was free to do whatever I liked and I only briefly left the house. There were big plans for a day of uni work; nailing an assignment so I could relax on the weekend, organising a semester worth of notes from a giant mess into individual subjects and maybe even start studying for the upcoming exams. Of those things I managed to get my notes sorted and into binders, it’s not as catchy as Meat Loaf’s version but I reckon 1 out of 3 aint bad. It involved a lot of stapling, hole-punching and searching through various piles but finally my notes had reached some level of organisation. Now it’s just a matter of learning them over the next week or two, eeek.
I had taken a phonecall some time last week about donating blood and had jumped at the chance since it is my very favourite form of procrastination – you can’t possibly feel bad about not doing uni work when you’re helping save lives!! Turns out you can feel bad about it. After turning up to my appointment right on time, it was 45 minutes before I even got to the interview stage but I wasn’t too worried about the assignments awaiting me at home because I knew I was doing a good thing. After sailing through that it was time to lie on a bed and try not to wet myself after downing a couple of litres of water in the couple of hours prior. Finally someone came over to get things started and commented that it would be easy to find my vein as she could see my “track marks” – how lovely. Apparently not. After a very painful needle insertion she explained she’d missed initially but had finally got it in the vein – thoughtfully, she never took it out when she missed though, instead just made a bit of a mess of my arm wriggling the needle around inside it. Almost immediately the thing started beeping and she tried to blame it on some tangled cord. The beeping continued and I was quizzed on whether I’d drunk enough (definitely yes), how I was feeling (absolutely fine) and told to just keep squeezing the thing in my hand every couple of seconds (not the 10 she’d originally specified). When the beeping would not go away they waited for it to get to 200mL then stopped it, unplugged me and wrote “flow ceased” on my pathetic little bag of blood. In my 8 years of donations I have never felt like such a failure, I know I had the full 470mL in me, they just didn’t try hard enough to get it out. So I finally got home about 2 hours after I left and realised not only had I not been doing uni work, I hadn’t even really done anything constructive so my feel-good procrastination turned into just regular old procrastination.
The night was however looking up with a reminder from M-dizzle that Beauty and the Geek was on. I excitedly switched on at 8.30 only for The Marge to realise she wanted to watch The Slap so we switched channels. I managed to catch the emotional end of the episode and luckily only missed 2 makeovers – am pretty excited about the other 4 happening in next week’s ep. I also managed to get up to date in Gossip Girl and How I Met Your Mother so the day wasn’t completely unproductive. No movies or ice cream involved but it certainly was a cheap Thursday. Hoping for an improvement next week but not liking my chances with exams getting ever closer.
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