The giving blood idea yesterday didn’t work. My iron level, my weight, my pulse, and my blood pressure were all fine. The OTC drugs I’ve had and the sex I haven’t had were fine. However, I am a lightweight. The woman pricked my finger to test my iron level and I was okay, except it hurt more than I was expecting. When she had me sign my name on the sheet, I started getting lightheaded. I tried putting my head between my knees at first but that didn’t help, so I had to lay down. I had my feet propped up on my chair seat and one of the nurse-like women brought me a cool cloth to put on the back of my neck. This was embarrassing enough as it was because I could see other people at “the Canteen,” chilling and drinking juice after having already given blood, but then Tony walked by, stopped, and cracked up. “Don’t laugh at me, dang it,” I said in my wooziness, but I started laughing, too. I was feeling okay by this point, so I got up. They told me I wouldn’t be able to give blood however, since I “had a reaction” to the prep work. Argh. That really bugs me, because I’ve got it in my head that I’m going to give blood. I went and sat beside Tony while his was being taken, and the lady working on him kept asking me if I was okay, because Tony was just fine. I was okay watching the needle going in, but the swabbing beforehand made me nervous. I think that sums up the whole event, too, because I was freaking out before anything happened, but then the actual thing didn’t look bad. I think I would have been better if they had just slashed my thigh open and held a bucket under it; that little bitty hole in the kink of my arm worries me more.

After work yesterday, Jess and I hit the EE and CS homework hard. We finished the CS, which is good because it was due last night at midnight, but still have four problems left in EE. That’s due today at 12:30; we plan on finishing it after I get back from work this morning at 11.

I went to a movie night at Ike’s house last night with the guys to watch The Longest Yard. It was good, though I thought the characters were pretty cliché, and the plot wasn’t hard to figure out. Got to sit next to Scott on the couch and he ended up with his arm around me, which kind of surprised me because we hadn’t shown any real displays of affection around the guys before. It was interesting when Ike came downstairs and saw us, because I think he paused on the steps for a moment. Maybe that was just my imagination.

The girls and I are having a girls’ night tonight. We’re going to drop by Macaroni Grille (I can never remember if there’s an ‘e’ at the end of that or not–bear with me) to pick up the dessert platter, then come back here and eat while watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Neither of them have seen it but I figure they’ll enjoy it; I remember thinking it was awfully cute (how could you not think a movie with Audrey Hepburn in it was cute?) when I saw it at GSP.