Woo-hoo! I had blood drawn bright and early yesterday morning. I didn't so much as squeak when the nurse-lady stuck the needle in my arm. Or when she bumped it and the needle skidded around inside my little arm.

I squeaked when the gauze tape pulled all the little blond hairs off my forearm. Man that stung.

Now I have a bruise about an inch across and growing on my right arm. Why can't they drag blood out of some part of my body that doesn't sting so much. Maybe one that won't make people think I'm a battered woman or heroin addict too. That would be nice.

Beeboo Baba Dee Dee.

Has anyone else seen that Cartoon Network commercial? The BeeBoo Baba Dee Dee one. Where they say the names of the cartoon characters? It's so funny. It just KEEPS ON GOING. I saw it with Brian and at first you sort of wonder what it is, then you realize...then it goes on for another five minutes until you're so hysterical at the "Beeboo Baba Dee Dee!" that you can hardly catch a real breath. It reminded me of that old McDonald's thingy where they sang all of the food stuffs from McDonald's. Y'know "Big Mac McBLT, a Quarter Pounder with some cheese, Filet of Fish, a hambuger, a cheeseburger, a Happy Meal...etc" That's all I remember and I'm not sure it's all right. I used to have the entire thing commited to memory.

Of course, I used to know all the words to the songs on that Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tape they gave out at Pizza Hut too. All the words. I was a true nerd when I was eight. Not that I'm much better now, but at least I may get paid in the future for all that my current nerdiness is providing....

...please.

In class Monday night I almost gave my friend Lisa a heart attack. I was sitting there chatting with her and suddenly she looked down and pointed at my hand with a high-pitched gasp. "Is that..is that..." I looked down, expecting to see some horrid creature that would make me a) jump up b) scream c) wet myself or d) all of the above. All I saw was my ring...Oh -- I have a small garnet ring given to me by an ex-boyfriend a long time ago. I wear it because it's the prettiest ring I own and I like it. I wear it on the ring finger of my left hand. The wedding ring finger. I realized what she was getting at.

"No, no it's not."

"Oh."

Then we got into a lengthy discussion about wearing a ring on that finger if you aren't engaged or married. I wear it there because it fits there, and the natural curve of my fingers keeps me from scratching my eyes out with the ring if I rub them with that hand.

Today I pulled off the ring guard that made it fit tighter and changed the ring onto the middle finger of my left hand. It wouldn't fit over the knuckle without taking that guard off. It'll take some getting used to but at least I won't have anymore panic attacks from friends.

Silly, isn't it?