Today giving blood went horribly wrong.
I was fine giving blood and everything.
After it was done I told the guy my arm felt funny, and he said thats normal.
Well I've had it done before, and it felt numb and weird.

About 15 minutes after I seemed fine and walked out of the donation bus...
I was in the bathroom, thankfully not class or anywhere else, and I remember feeling super light headed in the stall. I kept thinking about that thing they tell you " sit with your head between your knees". well I didn't have time to do that and the next thing I know I'm waking up against the stall with vomit all over me and just keep vomitting.
I must have been out for a good minute or two....honestly I don't know.
But I remember waking up and people were already out in the halls, so it had to have been a good while.

When I finally stopped puking my brains and sort of composed myself from crying so much.....I changed went down the hall and straight to the clinic to go home. People could definitely tell something was seriously wrong with me from my face and all the tears. I'm so thankful that Brianne was able to stay by my side till my mom got there. The clinic was a joke and didn't help me at all.

I can hardly talk and I'm breathing barely.
I went home earlier and vomitted some more.
fell asleep for about 4 hours, breathing really bad.
Woke up a little bit ago, crying cause I can still barely breathe.
And I can't get outta bed without almost passing out.
If I don't get better in the next hour or two, I'm probably going to the hospital.
Barely breathing is scaring the hell outta me.
I don't wanna fall asleep again, cause I'm afraid that my oxygen will cut off or something.
Today is definitely the scariest/ worst experience of my life.
Blacking out , barely breathing, and vomitting is not cool.
I don't know if anyone will see me tomorrow, cause I'll probably not go anywhere or I'll be in the hospital.

xJeSS

About an hour ago my bro was out riding bikes with his friends.
He came home and told me he just got mobbed.
A truck had followed them for a while trying to pick a fight.
Well some guy from the truck jumped out and bashed him in the back of his head.
It was 4 against 1.
I asked him to describe them...and he said 1 spanish guy, 2 black guys, and 1 white guy with blond hair.
Right after it happened, he called the cops and told them the story and had a license plate number and everything.
Well the cop apparently took that info, but didn't give my bro a number, a card, or anything.
Needless to say, my mom is pissed and I think this cop is about to loose his job, considering he took it so lightly.
Oh yeah THE BEST PART, these kids go to Lyman, my highschool.
So whoever it is whether I know you or not, there's going to be some problems for you.
I AM PISSED AS HELL.
do they honestly have nothing better to do with their time? And why would you ever go around hurting people for fun? I really don't understand why it comes to this.

I am seriously psyched about the load of free Vans gear they are sending me. tons of shirts, shoes, and a load off other stuff. yeah! 

 And of course I am stoked about the limited edition schwinn/vans stingray they're also sending me. Although I think I may sell this bike and buy another bike. It's worth hella money.  Any one  care to buy this bike from me?