you know what I really miss? christmas concert band.

I'm listening to "Christmas Means to Me." God, I love Hanson at Christmas.It used to snow every time we'd play it.
It snowed on Monday morning. It was sort of pleasant, even though I wanted to jump off a bridge most of the morning, since I had to give my oral Spanish exam.
This room is SUCH a wreck. My still-packed suitcase is open and turned on its side, spilling out all the contents. Papers are everywhere, my desk drawer fell out underneath the desk, my bed's unmade, there's a pile of clothes on my bed. I am a SLOB. Uggggggggh.
What to do with myself? I just don't know.
I went on a date with a redhead ex-snare-player named Andrew last night. (Not Drew.)
I don't understand myself sometimes.
I'm never dating again.
That's a lie.
I had a really great time. But am I trying to date another Drew? Yes.
Unfair.
I give up.
Why doesn't Joe Biden come riding on his white stallion and save me?Probably because he's too old to go horseback riding.
Too old to date a nineteen-year-old. Especially since he's married.Shoot.
Why does all of Hanson have to be married too?
I'm going to clean my room. Love.