Grin and bear it? No, no I think I'll sing.

So, anyone who has known me since high school will probably tell you I've been to the emergency room a jizzillian times. I'm going to tell you either about the most recent, or the second to most recent which was possibly less than a week prior. I can't recall which time this particular thing happened.

What was this "particular thing?" Well, I was having blood drawn for some tests and they had to take about six vials. I don't handle needles too well; they tend to take a lot out of me and I have a habit of seizing, or rather, twitching and spazzing a tad. I tried to take my mind off of it and to relax so the blood would actually come out. Did I look away and breathe deeply? Did I squeeze my mother's hand? Did I cry? Did I think happy thoughts? Well, I did look away, but I also started singing. Rather loudly, might I add, "MY EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY OF THE BURNING OF THE SCHOOL, WE HAVE TORTURED EVERY TEACHER WE HAVE BROKEN EVERY RULE. WE PLAN TO HANG THE PRINCIPAL TOMORROW AFTER SCHOOL AS WE. GO. MARCHIIIING OOOOOONNNNN..." I sang this while the doctor drew my blood. Then, my mother started singing. And, to top it off, THE DOCTOR JOINED IN AS WELL. How the hell was I not transferred to a mental institution?

This is why I'm single.