The NHS here is doing their annual blood drive this week and next week. Usually they do it later, but for some reason, this year the shortage of blood is greater or something and they moved it to February. I am terrified of the idea of someone sticking a huge needle in my arm but will probably end up doing it anyway, because for once, as long as I have parental consent, I can donate because I'm 17. According to the cheaply made commercial that our school did (seriously, it involved an oversized paper tooth and "Buddy Blood Drop" fainting. It was, in Alison's words, cornier than corn.), this makes Buddy Blood Drop happy. And not faint.
Good for me for being a good citizen.