Honesty pays...

...except when you are dishonset about your schooling. Then getting canned from the Admissions Dept of MIT is the only reasonable thing to do. Isn't it?

On to a different topic: I gave blood for the first time last night. The stake was having a blood drive, and Val was gonna go at 3PM. But she didn't make it at 3, so we both went at 7. Originally I was going to support her, since she was apprehensive. This was gonna be her first blood-giving also. But I decided before we left the house that I would do it anyway. Long story short: Val wasn't able to donate due to her iron level not being high enough. I was able to do it, and didn't have any problems until it was all done and I got a look at the FREAKIN' HUGE NEEDLE STUCK IN MY ARM!!!!!11111

...seeing that made we a tiny bit woozy, but I made it. It was a rather out-of-body experience to see the red stuff coming out of me, through a tube, and being collected in a bag underneath me, and knowing that my bodily supply was diminishing. I didn't have a problem with the needle stick, except that I couldn't look as she was doing it. The stick didn't hurt at all. I don't even think I'm gonna bruise. The irony of it is that I have great veins, but I hate needles.

Both of us were very brave, together...