so my tonsils are swollen beyond reason. THATS where my horrible snoring has come from, which has worsened severely over the past couple of months. my dad informed me that i have sleep apnea, which means my snoring is so bad that at times i completely stop breathing, gasp for air, and fall back asleep. it's going to be at least a month before i can get my tonsils out. im having trouble breathing even during the day now. and my voice sounds like there's a bubble stuck in the back of my throat. i mean its logical for a person to have trouble getting air if theyve got about 10lbs of swollen soft tissue blocking their trachea. shit. i am SO READY to get these damn things out.

swollen tonsils


after tonsillectomy

my spring break starts next thursday. it's warm outside. baseball of some sort every weekend. spring-time makes me happy! :)

Right so I'm babysitting the Cassards right now, and since one of them is asleep (the loud baby one, mind you) I will share with everyone my incredible fear of cats.

It all started with me sort of disliking them. They aren't affectionate like dogs, and they are kind of snobby. Well, my dog is snobby, but that's for another day. Anways, I never really liked them. And as the years have gone by this dislike grew, along with my allergies for them. If I am near a cat, or even in a house that once owned a cat, withing 30 minutes I will be sneezing and scratching to the point of no return, and I have to leave, take Benadryl, and go to sleep for the night. The next 2 or 3 days will follow in being extremely stopped up and congested, all because of one stupid little cat. Now when this dislike/allergy to cats turned into fear, I have no idea. Just one day I woke up and they were all very creepy. So silent and smooth, with their green eyes. (I'm getting the chills just thinking about it.) Now the population of cats somehow realized that I am afraid of them (probably Ceiling Cat, haha), and so they all conspired together to torture me in unexpected ways. I will now tell you of the horror I have experienced.

This may not be that frightening to you, especially if you're not afraid of cats, so for the following sentences replace the word "cat" with whatever you are afraid of, and then you will share my pain.

One day I came home from class and it was a very pretty day, one of the first cool ones of the fall (what happened to those?), so I decided to open my living room window. There's no screen on it, but I didn't think twice about it. I was doing some cleaning and had gone in my room to put up some clothes. As I walked back into the living room, I turned my head towards the window, and there he was. The ugliest, scariest cat ever was standing on the chair right outside my window, his neck stretched upwards and his eyes locked on me. We must have stared at each other, not moving, for at least 20 seconds until he made the slightest move. I screamed SO loud, and he ran away. Now a couple of weeks later, this SAME CAT thinks he's gonna have a little fun. I'm packing my stuff to go home, going back and forth from my apartment to my car loading things in my trunk. I had left the trunk door open, so when I made another round back to my car, I lifted a suitcase up to the car and THERE HE WAS AGAIN. Just sitting IN my trunk looking up at me with his mean little yellow eyes. I screamed loud once again, only this time the neighbors who were outside minding their own business heard me. After a very embarrassed apology and explanation of my cat-fear, I closed my trunk and ran back inside.

I am not finished yet.

LAST NIGHT I stayed at Whitney's parents' house with her, and she had left the room to go in the bathroom. I'm lying there about to go to sleep, lights off, and I hear something in the room. I got scared, so I turned on the light next to the bed and as soon as I did, BAM! There was a FREAKING BLACK CAT staring up at me. I screamed incredibly loud, woke her parents up, and my entire body shook thereafter.

This really isn't fair. Not until I had identified my intense fear of these creatures did they start to conspire against me. I guess I'm done ranting about cats now. If something else happens like this (which it will, I'm sure) I will let you all know. Thanks for listening.

P.S. My fear of cats has no effect whatsoever on my LOVE for icanhascheezburger.com. If you've never been there, you should. The end.