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Heather is donating blood for the very first time next Saturday, and has asked for volunteers. I’m going to go with her, because she is very cute and I am always down for having fluids withdrawn from me. In her plea for an audience, she mentions various reasons why you might want to come with her and perhaps also donate your very own blood. It’s for a good cause – people who need blood, like vampires and .. sick people, I guess – but the blood takers apparently also tell you what your blood type is.

Hot damn! I have NO IDEA what my blood type is; I’m one of those hilarious people who write “RED” on forms when asked for a blood type. So not only will this entire thing be an exercise in Doing Good, it will also give me some important information about myself and can therefore be classified as an adventure and also lots of fun.

Yes, I have have a strange idea of fun.

And in a wild tangent that will only make sense if you happen to have memorized a number of lines from horror movies you used to watch religiously instead of making out with boys or girls as a teenager, I am sort of horrified that they remade Friday the 13th. Are we really so out of ideas that we have to mess with the classics? Come on, people. I know you’ve done J-Horror and K-Horror – isn’t there some sort of Bollywood horror you can ruin?

Come to think of it, a Bollywood horror movie would be fantastically hilarious.

I’m going to go over here now.

I think I want to change my name to Kimlicita. Everything sounds more exotic when you add a Spanish suffix to it, and I would then have an excellent excuse to (continue to) wear flowers in my hair and corsets.

I promise I’ll stop gushing about Carmen soon, but last night’s costumes were just incredible. It was also funny to note that as Carmen’s costumes changed throughout the acts to denote changes in her fortune or standing, they got more and more elaborate – but my absolute favourite of the night was her opening outfit, of the red corset and long billowing white skirt. I could absolutely rock that look. I’m fairly certain I would be a vision in enormous boobs and loveliness (that no one would see because of the aforementioned enormous boobs).

If all else fails, I’m going to change my name to Squinty McSmiles. I’m looking at the various pictures taken throughout the night, and I HAVE NO EYES. No wonder I walk into things so often.

Also, so I don’t forget: I read Twilight on Saturday and it completely broke my brain. I’ll tell you why as soon as I recover some of my mental abilities.