I acknowledge and understand that the work I’m using as the title of this letter is not actually a real word. I don’t care. :P I find too that after reading Thunderbroom that I am also bouncing in and rhyme schemes and rhythm. Even for having written the thing. You and I both are suddenly in rhyme mode. Which only means that you have an effective grasp on the English language and that both our brains patter on a similar rhythmic octameter.
Allow me to condense that into one sentence. You’re rhyming now too means we think alike! That, or the rhyming is infectious, contagious, and catchy. Yay! We’ve both got the poem bug. Hooray for Calico Cat! (you’ll see what I mean soon enough. ;)
Like I wrote yesterday. I sent two humongous emails to you and my email account server up and deleted both of them. The emails were really merely simple things. I sang immense praises of your poetry because it really was very good. And I spoke of my interview with the hospital and the blood drive, and about… (ahem) Prom.
All of these things were merely normal happenings I’m afraid. I will attempt to reiterate them here. I read each of your emails (blog comments?) with increasing excitement, when I finally got to your poem- I read it and was like- YEAH! This is awesome! Jess you rock at poetry!
And you were like- “Yeah I know it sucks so anyway whatever its crap yadda yadda yadda my poem is dumb blah blah blah it was the best I could.”
I laughed out loud.
HAHAHA! Jessica Bond! Ah! You’re so silly! And instantly began to type my reply. The big one, the one that committed suicide two seconds before I sent it.
There was a blood drive at school yesterday. I gave blood! YEAH! I saved three lives apparently. Well… up to three lives. If someone really REALLY needs blood than I’ll probably only save theirs. (shrugs happily) It took place at the school, during the school day! So I got to get out of class! Oh it was great. I just… up and left. I walk into the gym and there’s about thirty people swarming all over the floor carrying tubes and needles and filling out paperwork and all sorts of medical stuff. I show up and am like- I’m ready to give blood!
“OKAY!” Says the nurse more cheerful than a kid in a free lollipop store.
They have to run all kinds of tests on me to make sure I don’t have something nasty. They went ahead and asked me if I slept with men about three separate times and if I’ve ever been to Africa. Really creepy stuff. Then they took a sample. (Apparently I have really good blood. Nice.) When they get their tests back and it turns out that I don’t have AIDS (because I’m such a sexmonger you know. *rolls eyes) they take me over to the big chair I’m supposed to sit in for the duration of the donation. (Oh hey. Another rhyme!) I’m comfy and calm and sated and then they pull out his 16 gauge needle. (about 2.5mm across) The nurse was more shaky about putting it in than I was. She tells me not to look and pop slip bang there it goes.
Normally it takes about a half an hour to fill up the little bag thingy. So I’m happy here I get to sit here and lounge for a half an hour while all the poor cretins who didn’t think to donate are still sitting in class melting their brains.
“Wow, you’re pumping pretty fast there aren’t ya?” The nurse declares.
“Say what?”
“You’re already half full here.” She hold up the bag. Sure enough, I was. Wow…
Turns out my stupid heart is pumping powerfully enough at a constant rate that ends up filling the entire bag in thirteen minutes. Which sucks.
But it wasn’t quite over. They gave me a sticker and a t-shirt for my contribution. Following the donation I had to go sit down at a table in the gym and I got to just… fart around for a while with a bunch of other students just farting around because they were done donating as well. They make you stay and sit for a while and eat snacks and stuff because sucking all this blood out of your body is supposed to make you lightheaded. I felt great. But there was no way I was telling them that. I think they figured it out though when I asked for a pack of oreos and they tossed them to me. I reached up and snagged the things right out of the air with my right hand. The arm that they’d taken the blood from.
“You’re fine, go to class.”
Dang it. There were some of them in there that were near the edge of fainting… lucky ducks. I’d much rather faint then go back to class.
There was more but I’m in school and the bell is about to ring and send me on my way. So I figure I’d better post this. I’ll whittle out some more tomorrow I expect. Until then, have a lovely day. Its just thirty seconds after midnight there according to my watch. So… good luck with Friday. TGIF right? Whew… I’ll talk to you soon Jess. I’ll have another poem for ya before too long.
(Careful though, telling people that some guy in another country that you met on the internet is writing you poetry tends to raise some eyebrows…) J

-Caleb