Slacking

Scrolling down through the list of people I follow's posts is making me realize how much of a slacker I have become, even more so recently. Let's be honest, I haven't been keeping up with my blog posts, photos, etc. and I'm sorry for that. I have plenty of reasons or excuses why I haven't been: the blood drive, the senior trip, and a bonfire have been consuming all of my time.

The blood drive was at our high school on friday from 8 to 2. As student council president, I was obligated to work it as a "supervisor" all day. The morning started out well; quite a few townspeople had come in to give blood. Chris Powell and I donated blood around the same time at 8:50ish. So far, no one had been light headed or dizzy. We were doing well. I felt fine after I gave blood. When my 15 minutes was up at canteen, I went to the bathroom. When I came back, Chloe Carmichael was passed out on the floor. She didn't look good whatsoever. She started crying and throwing up, so she eventually went home. For a while after that, everyone was doing good. Then Andrew Marsh and Makayla Boyer passed out within five minutes of each other, and Mitchell Burgess fainted about ten minutes after them. It wasn't pretty. Actually, most of them were really scary. I was praying I wouldn't have a reaction like they did, and luckily, I didn't. Anyways, that was a long day of taking care of sick people.

I'm going to skip over the Senior trip because I'll make that into a differnt post.

Moving forward, last night, my cousin, James, had a bonfire for Billy DeRedin's homecoming. It started around 9:00 pm and I was there until 12:30 am. James, Billy, Trevor, Tyler Burrill, Brent, Jesse Lebel, Caity, Josh, and I were there. We made s'mores in the rain, told stories, and laughed until our stomaches hurt. Not to mention when Caity drove James' truck down to the shed so we could grab pallets. I was in the passenger seat and got out so James could look for something when we got to the shed. When I got back in, I sat down and saw a violent, scary looking spider crawling towards me. As soon as I saw it, it jumped closer to me. I started screaming and jumped out of the truck. I don't think my reaction time has ever been faster. However, I had no idea where the spider went. It could have been on my sweatshirt, in my hair, or crawling up my leg. Ughh, it gives me the shivers just thinking about it. It was terrible. I ran all the way back to the house. We spent the rest of the night telling more stories in the rain and watching James jump over the fire.

Even though I'm a slacker when it comes to blogging, I had a great weekend. Now I just need to get caught up again.

Don't punish me, Mrs. Morrison. You know I'll get it done: I always do (: