So my computer is a PROSTITUTE…
And died while I was making an entry. After my years of not entry-ing. (appy polly loggies)
Long story short, happy fivemonths to me and my bassoon playing, I feel like an inept failure, I TALKED TO BASS CLARINET BOY LINDSAY AFTER RIDICULOUS LONG, I hate being sixteen and teenage, I like my socks. I hate my hands. Biscuit situation status: TRES CONFUSED. Perhaps continuing current course of action? Let’s see where this one goes.
I did a survey, then decided that surveys eat the meat and deleted it.
How was my day? Not bad. 90’s day was fun, I was amused by the ridiculous amounts of fanny packs everywhere. BUBBLES! I like bubbles 
I’ve got a crush on you/I hope you feel the way that I do/I get a rush when I’m with you/Oh, I’ve got a crush on you
Today is a day for simplistic lyrics and sweet sentiments. And banana bread. Plenty ‘o banana bread.
But now it is a time for going to bed.
I’ll produce a better blog entry tomorrow, I promise 