Allergies...........

Allergies....(sigh).... I hate them. I'm not talking about any other kind of allergy either. I have these great allergies that just happen to make me break out in a rash and make me spike a fever. Sounds great doesn't it?

Well, it all begins on I think it was Sunday night. I started to break out then and I was miserable all week so far. This is the first day I'm back this week and I already want to be at home sleeping. I feel a little overwhelmed, but that's okay. On Monday, my brother walks upstairs and my mom and I already had a feeling I was staying home the next day. He looked in the pantry at all of the cereal my mom just got. I don't now how it happened but right in the front of the box in bold letters it says,"Crunchy gold flakes with WHOLE ROLLED OATS WITH GRANOLA CLUSTERS!" Only if you could have seen the look on my face. I have a few allergies to consider when I'm eating, and I'll list them out and remember this only the food allergies.

(they're listed from most severe down)

1. Oats, whole rolled oats or the flour made with it (so oatmeal is out)
2. I would have to say it would be malted barley flour (in bread so yeah I can't eat bread everyday)
3. This one would be maltodextrin (if you don't know what this is, it keeps stuff from bunching together, so coated potato chips and cookies are out)
4. This is the newest one; red dye 40 (shampoo, fruit drinks and different sodas)

Now, since I am going to be 17 and I'm used to having all of these allergies, I had to bend my diet and what I eat. If you think vitamins may work, nope. I've tried; vitamins have maltodextrin in them. I don't know why I have the allergies either, they're just I guess a part of me. My skin is also very sensitive, so I can't wear fake jewelry. One allergy I forgot to mention was my allergy to white chocolate. Don't even ask how I'm allergic to that.... Because I have no idea.

What Friendship Really Means

I wrote this poem a pretty long time ago... I wrote in on December 10, 2006. I decided to write it because I realized friendship should mean a lot to people, and many of us take it for granted, not thinking about the "real world". I've had stuff like that happen a lot to me. Some of those who you think are you friends turn into backstabbers, and some turn into people that you though they never were, and sometimes, by luck, you can find that true friend that you seem to connect with... And most of the time, can speak to, no matter how bad things seem to get, and after your done spending time with them, even if you don't talk, you feel better somehow. This poem describes exactly what friendship should be like... Well, the positive side to it anyway.

The Meaning of Friendship

The meaning of each and everyday,
One person to help push you,
Through, even when you have nothing to say,
A person to encourage you when you feel down,
Something to make you feel strong,
Just helps you, by the sound,
Of their voice, and their support,
Whether you are right or wrong,
Giving you a sweet smile,
Or giving you an angered stare,
Making a few moments last a long while,
Or just letting you know they're there,
Wiping up your tears,
Giving you some sort of reason,
Taking away your fears,
Being there for each and every season,
Getting a chance to live,
A life with someone who understands you,
With the love, only you can give,
And you receive the same back,
Because they love you too!!!

I know this sounds like a poem that can be used as an example of relationships between girls that are friends, but I have seen exceptions with guys as well and of course coed relationships. I believe that friends can help you a lot, no matter how far away they are from you, or how close. They are there for you, through and through, and that's is what truly matters.

My Imagery Poem

This is the assignment that we were given on Thursday. Even though it's due Tuesday, I am definitely not a procrastinator. So, here it is....

7th Period

Sitting in this same old room,
With the same old sound,
Nothing but silence,
Besides kids talking around,
Can taste nothing but air,
And the odor of the markers,
Along with that stale smell,
While hearing the midday walkers,
Feel the hot air of the room,
Along with the open, cool, air that blows,
From the newly opened window,
Staring at the notes ahead of me, that are shown,
Why do the desks have to be so close?
Watch the papers start to move,
Waiting for the time to change,
This period can't end too soon,
Then you get a whiff of clean air,
Right before the class is at end,
Hear the chatting of those in the room,
Can't wait to leave sometimes,
Just tell me when.

In a little while I should have a few more posts up of poems, because I haven't kept on top of them for a while.

Yesterday's Poem "Fate"

Yesterday I began to write this poem was somehow able to finish it in the ten minutes for journal time. But let me write exactly what I put in my journal yesterday...

This morning I was sitting on the bus and I heard a song that made me think (sorry I'm not going to say the title). How many times have so many people wanted to go back in time and change something that they have done? I have hit that road a few times. I love when people ask, "What would have happened if...?"

It's wishful thinking. I don't mean to sound negative, but it's your fate and you chose it by your own actions. No one did it for you.

Fate

Why do people choose their own fate?

They don't realize actions speak louder than words

Until it is too late,

At that last moment there is everything to save

With no time at all,

The walls begin to cave,

If you had only chosen more or less,

And been cautious with your mistakes,

Time could have done the rest,

Why did you not look for the sky?

Taking some thought,

Given yourself more time?

Why is it you had to tell those lies?

Wake up too late,

And force yourself to fly?

Why did you not smile a little more?

Not being friendly?

Why did you always have to settle a score?

You have to remember that you choose your own fate,

It's up to you to pick everything up,

Just don't let yourself be too late!

It has been a while since I actually wrote a poem like this. It seems a little negative but I have just realized everything you do has their own consequences that you have to deal with sooner or later. Remember you may be able to get rid of a burden right now, at this moment, but later on it's going to snowball. It's easier to deal with the consequences as they come.... and of course the earlier you do so....

New Year Resolutions

Today is the beginning of the new year... And with it a chance to start over. This is where the concept of having new year's resolutions comes in. I thought I'd share the ones I have thought about myself.

1. I want to try to be less argumentative. (I know this is not a normal resolution but often I have my mom tell me to stop arguing with her. I guess I usually have a different viewpoint of what ever we are talking about, so I have an urge to protest it.)

2. I want to stop myself from getting stressed out. (These last couple of months have been good for me, and I haven't been nearly as stressed as usual, but I still want to get better at it.)

3. I also want to be more understanding. (I have a tendency to not want to hear about certain things, so I tune them out. Well... I have decided to stop that and try to help everyone out as much as possible. I don't think that should be that hard since I already listen... I think maybe that I'm just not too sympathetic.)

4. I want to go back to drawing. I have stopped for a while now, and I remember myself being really good at it. I guess I have replaced it with writing poetry, which still helps express myself, but it isn't close to being the same.

I know I will think up of other things that I should change about myself. I think the whole point of having New Year Resolutions, is to help yourself to become a better person, or it gives you a chance to change something and make yourself more you.

Happy New Year!!