The Faint

Good band. Best band I've ever seen live. Best concert I've been to with Steven. There was a lot of dancing. Anyway, the story.

Yesterday in developmental psychology we were watching a movie called "from conception to birth". We weren't supposed to be watching it. I was fine. Really. Until the end when the women started having the babies. It was really gross. I didn't seen any casolpus, but the blood and goop on the doctors hands was horrible, and it was in this weird lighting which made it seem like they were going to hand the baby off to be experimented on. Anyway, I got really hot. And I kept getting hotter and hotter. I felt really weird. I thought, I hope this isn't what it feels like right before you pass out. I really need to take off my hoodie...too late.

The next thing I know I'm on the floor and people are saying my name and asking me if I'm ok. What am I? Why the fuck am I on the floor? Why am I at home? Oh shit, I'm still in class. I asked for water, the teacher bolted from the room and security was called, who then called EMSA. I turned over and all 30 people in the class left, leaving me with the teacher. I just wanted someone to pour water on my head. I took my hoodie off and felt better. I sat up and cried. Nothing hurt, I was just so embarrassed and overwhelmed I couldn't stand it. The professor called my mom. Then EMSA came and asked me a lot of questions and wanted me to ride on the stretcher outside. Hell me blondie! I'll walk with you, reluctantly. I sat in the ambulance for like an hour, having them take my blood pressure and wait for my mom. All the while she was wanting to take me to the ER to have blood work done. NO!! I will not do that bitch! My mom came, and I cried a lot because I'm really scared of needles, and then they let me go when they found out I passed out because I was watching live birth. Worst day ever.

And I missed my dentist appointment...