Why oh why does my bank have to be in MARYLAND?

Everything would go so much faster if my bank was closer to me. I love my bank and will not leave them--they're insanely good, seeing as you have to have worked at NSA to get an account there; I have one because of my dad--but still! Their hours might as well be 8:00 to 4:00, and I can't just bring things by. No, I have to mail it in and wait for it to get to the east coast and stuff they're returning to come all the way back to Missouri!

So, bank location frustration aside, I'm having a pretty good day. I nursed my tankard of tea for three and a half hours, and now I have orange juice. Same container, but I bet you anything that it will not last as long as the tea did. I'll be taking it to class with me when I go in about half an hour (okay, leaving is less seeing as I have to be there in half an hour). Along with my about D paper. Okay, I'm probably being pessimistic about that, but anyway. Yeah.

I'm nervous about giving blood next week, and I'm nervous about getting my ears pierced. I have to do that after I give blood or I can't give. It's my first time for both, and I really don't do needles. I'm not even sure about needles with the little pop-gun thing. Just . . . yeah. I've wanted to get my ears pierced for as long as I can remeber, and now that I'm all eighteen and out of the house, I finally can. So . . . er . . . this is akward. Did I even spell that right?

Right, after class Mab and I are going to find a post office (I should get my thing to send off to the bank filled out before we do that) and check out a place I found where I might get my ears pierced. Wish me luck!