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Is there anything more attractive, more sexy, more Carrie Bradshaw than a girl with seasonal allergies? It’s hard to ignore the stares I get from men as I walk down 5th avenue wiping my nose on my shirt sleeve and doing lines of Claritin. And by stares I mean looks of disgust from everyone around me who freaks out every time I sneeze. You wouldn’t believe how frustrating it is to have to corner pedestrians at the crosswalk until they offer up a meaningful “bless you.”

According to Perez Hilton, allergies are worse than ever this year due to extra pollen in the air or mold in my shower or dust collecting knee-deep on my dresser.  I don’t really understand why Obama isn’t stressing pollen issues and reform more, but that’s probably why I’m writing for CollegeCandy and not C-Span (NSFW). All I really know at this point is that I’ve spent the past few weeks feeling so disgusting that even the Nasonex bee turned me down at the bar this weekend. And when a pretentious bee with a fake accent turns you down, that’s saying something. Read More »

After the love-bug graced us with it’s sappy presence for Valentine’s Day last week, it seems like a new bug has fluttered into the hearts (or sinuses) of many.  I have been stacking my pillows a mile high (so I can breath at night) and rushing out of class to blow my nose for quite some time now. While friends are going out to the bars, I’m surrendering with a tie blanket and Lauren Conrad’s new book (don’t judge – I’m sick). And when I make it to class in the midst of a blotchy-faced sneezing attack, I try to sit in the back so no one can hear my whistling nose and staggered breathing.

It’s a hard knock life, being ill. Especially at the age of 21, while attending college where you are hardly ever alone, and (I am convinced) the terms ‘Sunday Funday’ and ‘Thirsty Thursday’ were invented. It’s not like it used to be, back in elementary school, when you’d fake a cough just to stay home and enjoy that coveted sick day. Now, well, I really miss those sick days… Read More »