Pins and Needles

Today I went and donated blood. The lady told me this was my 7th time so I'm slow, but steadily crawling towards the first anniversary which is 25 times!
I chose to let me right arm get pricked by the needle.
Very. Bad. Decision! 
It went as it sometimes does: I now have a growing blue and yellow mark around the place I was pricked, yay... But who cares it's a small price for the happiness of someone else.
I'm also considering being a bone marrow donor. It seems like a generous thing to do and I really can't see why I shouldn't give it a try. My friends tell me I'm crazy. That there is too much pain in the whole procedure and blah blah. But I read the brochure and they have come up with a new way to it where I just have to take some medicine 4 days prior. Even though I think I'd prefer being put under.

I've been wondering a lot about why more people don't donate. I mean it's not like it takes a whole lot of time and you feel happy with yourself afterwards. Such an altruistic deed!
I know many aren't allowed to donate since they have all these strict rules and policies. But on the other hand it's nice they are so thorough in selecting the right blood for the ones who need it.
When I mention it to my friends a few of them think it would be a good thing to donate, but they are honestly just too lazy to do anything about it. Which is sad since all they have to do is fill out a form on their website. Shame..

When I die I'm donating my entire body (nothing withhold) to science. My philosophy is that when I'm dead I don't have any use of it and therefore they could just as well have it. I pretty much don't care what happens to my corpse.

This was how I expected my arm to look like when I felt the pain of bending my elbow :)

I got my hair cut. I'm not sure I like it yet. Too short... Shoot..