Current location:	dorm room
Current mood:	thoughtful
Current music:	something from the 1st Pirates of the Carribean
Entry tags:	thinking too much

Tiny scars
I should be working on my homework right now, but recently I've looking at my arms. I gave blood yesterday, so there's a little poke mark on my left arm to match the one on my right, from the last time. If you look very carefully at the inside of my elbows, you can see a myriad of little, slightly shiny poke marks. Old scars, from donations before.

It's hard to tell, looking at them now, what they were. It's hard to pick them out from the natural creases in my skin. But they're there. Five of them, at least, on the left arm alone. Not including the newest one, which is fading to a dull red. It will turn brown, and then fade away entirely, given enough time.

It makes the homework seem kind of pointless, in comparison. Well, maybe not pointless, but not nearly as important as Calvin would make it.