Selling or Donating?

I DONATE PLASMA.

Now before you read any more, you can take your little judgments and throw them out the window.  Kick 'em to the curb.  Check the 'tude.  

Okay, let's keep going...

Like I said before...I DONATE PLASMA.  Twice a week.  About 1.5 hours each time, so that' s about 3 hours a week.  For those 3 hours of "work" I get paid $65.  Don't mind if I do!

I kinda have a little issue with the word "donate" though.  I looked up "donate" on dictionary.com and this is what I found:

do·nate

   [doh-neyt, doh-neyt]  Show IPA verb, -nat·ed, -nat·ing.

verb (used with object)

1.

to present as a gift, grant, or contribution; make a donation of, as to a fund or cause: to donate used clothes to the Salvation Army

So if I was technically "donating" then I would be doing it for free, out of the goodness of my heart, with no thought for reward. But let's be honest...I am not doing it for any of those reasons. My motives are purely selfish and I will be the first to admit that...straight up. 

Does this make me a bad person?

I don't think so. 

Does this make me a semi-sketchy person?

Probably. 

But guess what? I really don't care. As long as it buys me an occasional Cafe Rio Pork Salad and Gas for my car, I'll continue to "sell" plasma. Twice a week. For as long as I need to. Or until it kills me.

Whatever comes first.

The moral of today's story? You don't "donate" plasma. You "sell" it. Don't let anyone EVER convince you that they are doing some good deed by "donating" their plasma. They aren't.  Their motives will always be selfish.  

Cheers :)

A-la-la-la-la-la-la-Life is wonderful...

But seriously, life IS wonderful!

I listened to Mr. Mraz's song "Life is Wonderful" today...

He really has some spectacular lyrics!  

I felt like shouting "AMEN!" after the song was over.

It takes some work to make it work
It takes some good to make it hurt
It takes some bad for satisfaction

It's so true.

If we didn't have the crappy times in life, we would never be able to recognize when we had it REAL good.

It takes some fears to make you trust
It takes those tears to make it rust
It takes the dust to have it polished

Think about it.  

Something's gotta be dirty in order to clean it.  Just like LIFE.

Things have got to be bad in order to make them better...

So thank the Lord for the hard stuff in life.  

Without the hard stuff we wouldn't know the good stuff.

  And believe me...there is a WHOLE LOT of good stuff in this world!

Cheers :)

I love my cousins...

Here's the thing...I live here in Provo and my best friends are my sister and cousins.  But seriously.  We do everything together!  They are all crackheads, and that is not an exaggeration. Last night we threw a surprise birthday party for my twin cousins, Bryan and Lexi.  They are California kids...straight up.  Most hilarious kids ever!  You could say the party was a success...other than the fact that 3 different people found hair in their cake (poor form on the cake maker's part...)  Our other cousin, Brinley, was also there.  She is also from California and she just moved here for the semester.  She is gonna thrive in the Provo environment, that's all I'm gonna say.  My other cousin, Cees, also just moved here.  He is fresh off the mission, straight outta Russia.  Poor kid just got thrown back into the real world and hasn't had ANY time to adjust.  He'll be fine though...he's a trooper.  Oh, and then there is my sister Sophie.  She is a gem, that's all there is to it.  We are basically the exact same person, in 2 different bodies (mine, of which, is the midget version).  So the moral of the story?  I love my best friends and I'm glad they are related to me :)

Just gotta write...

Well here I am, sitting in the Wilk, overlooking the Terrace.  You could say that I'm "creeping" on people, but 'creeping' is kind of a negative word.  I would rather say that I am intensely researching my fellow students.  Actually, I am not ashamed to say that I am a people-watcher.

I love people.  I love how people can be so different, yet so similar.  I love sitting in crowded places, like the airport or the mall, and just watching people walk by.  Every person talks a little (or a lot) different, looks different, walks differently, laughs differently, socializes differently, expresses themselves differently, thinks differently, comes from a different background. 

It fascinates me to watch people walk by and to wonder about them.  To wonder where they were born.  To wonder how they were raised.  To wonder what kind of opinions and ideas they have.  To wonder what is exciting in their lives.  To wonder what they are struggling with.  To wonder what makes them happy.  To wonder what they like to eat.  To wonder what their random quirks are.

So here is to PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!  Love them.  Learn from them.  In the words of my dear friend John Lennon..."Imagine all the people".