Words.

Things are shit and I don't feel like dealing constructively with it, so in the mean time... here are fun things to say:
Labeling anything "Spooky."
"Creepy Peeper"
"Homeskillet"
"Gear"
"Behelmeted"

Peas.

Lately there’s been, it seems, an onslaught of negativity in my life, in my mind, in the people I love. Too much stress, too much worry, too much uncertainty. Thus, I’ve compiled a brief list of things that make me peaceful. I’ve found it largely beneficial, if only for a moment zen.

Happy Mitten thoughts:
-Daffodils - the friendliest flower
-Smells: Old books, the manufactured smell of department stores, the bitter tang of geranium leaves, chapstick, freshly tilled dirt, sassafras, the coffee aisle, my mother
-Removing the insides of pumpkins
-OK Go, The Hush Sound, The Fratellis, Oasis, Mika
-Driving with the windows open
-Danny Elfman
-Summer fireflies at dusk
-Orange Sherbert
-Movies (In general)
-Movie Theaters (again)
-Mothers who are motherly (specifically mine)
-Best friends
-Lucy the little angel with a propeller tail
-The Green of the world
-Talladega Nights
-Being alone-The Enchanted Forest Chronicles
-Swimming alone
-"You’ve Got Mail," QVC, cooking shows, infomercials, & demonstrations
-The invigorated, inspired feeling I get after leaving a movie theater
-Sleeping alone
-The Cheshire Cat & "Jabberwocky"
-Intense men, women, children, & dogs.
-"Virtual Insanity," "We Didn’t Start the Fire," "Life is a Rock," "I’ve Been Everywhere," "Stand," "It’s the End of the World As We Know It," "Piano Man," "American Pie"
-Listening to people genuinely enthuse.
These make me still.

Bloody Donors!

Now, it seems, not only to strange people call me daily, but bizarre dramatic encounters course at my heels.

Yesterday, whilst donating blood in a drive for work, I single-handedly managed to traumatize an entire bloodmobile full of people.

The process, up until the point of disaster, had gone relatively smoothly, considering there were about 20 people crammed into the waiting area, and all four blood donating receptacles were occupied. Usually, there's a big to-do about finding a vein in my arm. And there was, but one nurse expertly stuck the needle in my arm without having to poke the needle around inside my arm several times first.

Yet, I had no sooner remarked at how quickly she managed to get the needle situated, than - SPLUT! One of the already full vials of blood attatched to one of the tubes in my arm came flying off, splattering blood all over the floor and chairs.

Suddenly, we all hear, "Um, Penny! I need you over here, ASAP!"

The people in the waiting area behind me were freaking out, whilst two people already donating blood took one look at the floor and passed out! I kid you not. The place was pandemonic, one nurse grabbing cold compresses and drinks for the distressed, while another suited herself with something straight out of "Outbreak," carefully mopping up the unsettling splatters of plasma all over the bus.

I just sat there, freakishly fascinated. 'Perhaps,' I thought to myself, 'I should be the one freaking out, as it's my blood all over town.'

I sensed that it would do little good to tell them that I was undiseased, and though the whole situation was decidedly gross (to everyone not named 'Trina'), there was no chance of anyone contracting AIDs or any strange, as-yet-unnamed airborn blood disease.

'Good-night!' I thought, 'It's always something with me.'

However, it wasn't long, effete with having so righteously freaked out such a large quantity of people, until I found the whole debacle enormously funny.

I am sorry that those people passed out. Bummer. I am told, though, that they made a full recovery a short while later.

Well, that's all for today.

OO!

P.S. - The teaser poster for "Sweeney Todd" is on imdb.com. AWESOME - is all I will say about it. If you value your health and sanity, you should check it out. Makes me want to dance around.