I don’t like to not finish books I start to read. (That was the most awkward sentence ever.) I’ve only not finished two books on purpose because they were a little too risqué for my taste. And, I’ve only not finished reading one book before–The Hobbit–which is no longer the case. Now, I have to add one more to my list of not finished–The Clockwork Three by Matthew Kirby. I got the chance to read an ARC. But, because the book is on a blog tour, I could only keep it for two weeks and my time is up so I must pass it on to give other bloggers on the list a chance to read it as well. (Unfortunately, I’m only 100 pages into it because I just didn’t have the time to dedicate to reading it.) Luckily, it releases on Friday and I just ordered it on Amazon so I can finish it as I have the time!
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I really hate phlebotomists. But, this hate has only come on recently. Until about three months ago, I’d only have to be poked once. However, oddly or coincidentally, I’ve had to be poked multiple times ever since I started giving blood. For some reason, my veins just don’t want to bleed. Or, if they do bleed, they only bleed for a second before my blood starts to clot. However, there’s one vein in my left arm (since this started happening) that seems to be immune to the non-bleeding-ness that my other veins suffer from. And, because it’s the only vein that seems to want to bleed, I think it will be bruised for the rest of my life because just as the bruise is healing, I need to have my blood drawn again and it gets bruised all over again. Even with this perpetual bruise, I’m going to insist that any future phlebotomists I go to use this vein with a butterfly needle (my last phlebotomist told me to request this type of needle) so I don’t have to be poked more than once anymore.
You’d think that while I was having iron infusions (my last one was on Thursday), the nurses would’ve had a hard time getting an IV started. Nope. Most of the time, I didn’t even feel like I’d been poked. Maybe, I should see if they can draw my blood from now on.
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I took my first test of the semester last week. It was for my Spanish class. I got my score back today and I only got 161/200 or an 81%. Most of the questions I got wrong were because I made stupid mistakes (forgetting an el or la, accidentally conjugating a verb wrong when I knew I needed to conjugate it a certain way, etc.). However, there are a few things that I’ve always had trouble with–imperfect tense vs. preterit tense, ser vs. estar, por vs. para, and direct/indirect objects. No matter how hard I study, I never quite get it to the point where I can confidently say I understand the differences. 90% of the time I do okay, but it’s that 10% that always trips me up. Now, I’m thinking that what I thought would be an easy A may actually break my perfect record since going back to school.