one hundred and twenty eight fluid ounces

I donated blood today. I try to donate regularly but today, I was about four weeks behind and I feel a little bad for it, but, better late than never I suppose. I hit a milestone I'm fairly proud of: as of today, I have donated an entire gallon of blood. Donation number eight and feeling great!
It is always a bit of a moral conflict when I give though. Though I am still a virgin, I am a male who has messed around with another male (even once) since 1977. After I have sex with a man, it's going to be much worse of a conflict, and I don't know if I'll be willing to lie on the questionairre, but I would hate not being able to give anymore. I have enough trouble convincing my friends to go, it'd REALLY suck if I can't even do it myself. More initiative to wait on the sex I guess.

This year is flying by. As much as I am having a good time, I miss the summer. I have a midterm in my multivariable calculus class next week, then one in psychobio pretty soon after that. Sometimes I wish I could just freeze time; hold everything in place. The idea of aging scares me so much sometimes. Alphaville said it best -- I want to be Forever Young. I know that's such a downer, but really, I'm so scared of having to enter the real world, enter the rest of my life. I should probably be taking more advantage of my youth while it's here.