Well, it’s official. Spring has now started. How do I know? It’s not that the snow has melted, or that the robins have come out. It’s not even the warmer temperatures. No, spring has officially started because I have started sneezing my head off.
My allergies always act up about partway through spring, usually when the dandelions come out. I’m not sure whether it’s actually the dandelions that affect me, but they usually coincide with my allergies. But whatever the case, allergies suck, big time. I hate it when the inside of your nose gets itchy, and you know you have to sneeze, but it just decides to stay there for a little while, bugging you, until it finally gets bad enough to trigger the sneeze. During class today, if you watched me closely enough, you could see me wriggling my nose every few minutes, because I knew a sneeze was coming on and I couldn’t do anything about it. Sometimes I can stop the sneeze just by exhaling heavily to try and blow the allergen out before I have to sneeze (of course, you have to make sure there’s no loose snot in your nose before you do this, or the result gets messy), but other times that just doesn’t work.
On top of being allergic to probably just about every plant in existence, I’m also allergic to several animals. Dogs, cats, and horses are all on the list. It’s mostly animals with long hair, though. When I go over to the Tozers’ house, I have to make sure I stack up on allergy medication, or else I’m sneezing for the next three years (well, a slight exaggeration, but still). Their dog just makes my nose go crazy. Even guinea pigs with long hair that look like giant hairballs can make me sneeze. Then of course, on top of the animals and the plants, I’m allergic to dust – but most people are, right? I have a special dust-catcher that goes over my pillow inside of my pillowcase that helps a bit, though. Usually my allergies flare up the worst at night-time, like if dust settles on my pillow. I mean, I’m sleeping there for eight hours breathing in the dust particles, so that’s definitely bad. When we had our cat Pickle, I was usually fine as long as I kept my bedroom door closed so he couldn’t shed a massive wad of hair in my room.
Anyways, with that said, I’m very glad that I don’t have any food allergies. I don’t think I could handle something like that. I mean, you always hear of people who are allergic to wheat, milk, eggs, and nuts, and think, “So, uh, what do they eat then?” They have to closely examine all the products at the supermarket, buy specially made (and expensive) foods, and they can’t eat out because they don’t know what they could be eating. It must be horrible, really. I mean, I wouldn’t want to have to eat soy and tofu my whole life. It just wouldn’t be worth it to eat. You might as well become anorexic or something – then at least you’d be fighting the system…or something like that.
Anyways, I’ll stop talking about allergies. Just thinking about them makes me sneeze. In light of today and the past few days as well, I’d just like to say one thing, which I hope I can just say without having to explain myself: women are both a great gift and a great curse. That pretty much sums up my feelings for the whole group of them. Some of them are great, some of them are annoying, and man’s challenge is to distinguish which ones are which. And the problem is that most of them are a bit of both. I’d give an example, but I’d probably get skinned alive.
On a completely unrelated topic to the unrelated topic up above, which is unrelated to the topic yet above that, I’ve been working on switching around my room a bit. I have left that junkyard alone way too long, and it’s filled with useless crap. I mean, I have stuff in there that I liked when I was eight, but it just doesn’t have the same appeal to me anymore. So I’ve been moving some stuff around to make room for more stuff. I’ve finished off building the Taj Mahal Puzz-3D, which is now on the floor in my room looking amazing. I’m also planning to make some room for Notre Dame and a Bavarian castle, but those might not be built for a while since it’s not really a major concern right now. I’ve been cleaning off my dresser and putting a lot of the stuff onto the shelf in my closet instead – that’s the shelf where I put all the stuff that I want to keep, but that I don’t want to keep out in the open since I don’t really use it often or whatever. I might as well put the stuff I use the most out in a place where I can get at it easily, right? So right now my dresser is pretty bare, and the top shelf of my bookcase might get emptier soon as well. Right now I have that set of Millenium coins or whatever they are (the ones made in 1999), coins from 1987, the year I was born (which I got as a birthday present from my aunt; apparently you can buy them from the Mint, and it includes a silver dollar from that year, encased in a nice little case), and the pile of all my CD cases, devoid of the CDs that came within them. Since there’s really no point in having any of those things on that shelf, I’ll likely put them in my closet as well.
Anyways, since any of you reading this could really care less about what I’m doing with my room, I’m just going to stop writing. Tonight is youth at Central, and then tomorrow’s another day – like it usually is. Actually, now that I think of it, I can’t think of a time that tomorrow hasn’t been a new day. Unless you count those days where you stay up all night and then get all confused about what day it is, and then talk about tomorrow, even though it’s actually today. But that’s just a perspective thing. That tomorrow actually was a new day, you just didn’t know. But that’s utterly pointless and ridiculous, so you really didn’t need to read that. Considering you’re reading this sentence, though, that means you likely read the previous sentences, which means it’s too late, and that means that the insanity has already begun to infect and destroy your brain. Have a nice day.