1) Why do all band directors come from Texas? Seriously. They're either from there, or they get one or more degrees there. It's freaky. I don't get it.

2) Why is it so goddamn cold in here?

3) Why can't I give up all hope once and for all and just accept my fate as a crazy, flute-playing, cat lady, destined to live life all alone, and to die all alone, and to be found three weeks later, half-eaten by Himalayans (Alsatians are dogs. Duh. Crazy cat ladies don't have dogs.)?

4) There are approximately eight million bars and eating establishments that also have booze in a one mile radius, and I am sitting here in the computer lab on a Friday night. Why? I'm not even playing the studious grad student. I'm writing drivel in a silly diary! How very silly. I am turning into Bridget Jones.

5) Does anyone want to call Cousin Bobo for me?

6) Why has the silly little freshman boy who just sat down beside me deemed it necessary to completely douse himself in the most odious kind of cologne imaginable? Seriously, boys. Take it easy on the smelly stuff!

7) Why can't I think of a seventh question?

Oh well. Happy weekend all.

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