I have so many things...

Things I either know, do not understand, both, or neither:

- I currently live with four other people. I live in a four person apartment. One of my roommates does not pay rent.

- My Japanese roommate sings along to female J-Pop at the top of his lungs - in the original octave.

- I have so many single and attractive gay male friends in my life. I have not been on a date in months.

- Sex is the motivation for all human action.

- I feel so much forward motion in my life, yet I can still trick myself into thinking that my life is completely stagnant.

- Depression is the new pink.

- I don't look that great in old pictures.

- I look pretty good now.

- I need a haircut.

- People think I'm talented and funny.

- I am talented and funny.

- I pretended to masturbate in front of a packed house last night. That was fine.

- I don't think I could ever be a stripper.

- More and more I'm caring less and less.

- Something tells me that last statement is stolen.

- I don't care.

-I'm really amazed that I unintentionally stole from Hoku.

[insert seismic nasal explosion here]

Ladies and Gentlemen (ahem. Gentleman), allergy season is once again in full swing. If you have known me for a while, you know that I am not a happy camper come springtime. While everyone else anxiously waits for the first bird of spring to whistle his happy tune, I dread it. I know that with that joyous refrain comes coughing and sneezing and tissues and headaches and itchy eyes and (really, do I need to continue?)...
All this sneezing is really inconvenient. Perhaps if I looked cute when I sneezed, things wouldn't be so horrible. Alas, I am not a tiger. Boo for me.
I'll be much happier once I get my allergy medicine. A few phone calls and a nice friend with a car can procure that for me. Until I get that, I'll keep up with the tissues, vitamin C, water, echinacea, and (shocker!) coffee. Coffee is surprisingly good for my allergies. I don't even know why. I'm a music major. I don't have to.
In other news, I turn 21 on Thursday. Let's hope these allergies clear up a bit, ya? I can't be sick for rehearsal.