On Friday, was the first day I donated blood. I could not be any happier yet nervous. When I got there I was like okay yay its your first time you could do this. But when I saw the needle I was scared I really was, the needle was not just big but it was fat . I was kind of regretting it after. But at the end of the day I felt good because I know it did something good. Later that day I went home and went to the Long Beach Outlets with my baby brother. On Saturday I came to school to start on my CSU application and ask for help on it. After that I went home ate and then left to work. I did not leave till 9 pm when we close. On Sunday was the same routine I woke up, shower, ate breakfast and left to work and did not leave till 9 when we close. Overall my weekend was really boring.