thoughts as a ukelele is played outside my window.

What is it with this guitar that didn't drink it milk?

I hope other international instruments become popular too.
Like the didgeridoo.
I actually spelled that right on the first try.

But look,



It almost has the same chick appeal.

Juice Press

One of my professors recently said that the best questions are the ones with no answers.
The best questions are the ones with no answers.
Huh. Maybe it’s just me, but I was blown away, and sat there in class ignoring the geologic history of Utah and instead trying to think if I’ve ever asked a “good” question. Because, call me crazy, but I rather like having answers. They’re warm and fuzzy and fit into neat little compartments like a plastic bead organizer.
It’s like this one time, in math, one of the nerdy -“I love pi” T-shirt -wearing TA’s did a proof that showed 1 +1 does not equal 2. It left me fidgety and uncomfortable, because he basically told me that everything I ever thought I knew was actually wrong.
Anyways, I’m moving my lawn chair outside the box now, and have recently compiled a list of life-changing questions to which I have no answer.

(Not all original thoughts, so sorry if I stole yours)
 Why is processed meat in cylindrical form (i.e. hot dog, sausage) acceptable but not in cube form (i.e. Spam)?
 Why do you grow up thinking there are only two kinds of apples?
 Whatever happened to the scrunchie?
 Are Elvis and Michael Jackson in the same place?
 Why are girls in large groups incapable of making decisions?
 Why does it require scissors to open a new pair of scissors?
 Why hasn’t someone installed the no-touch bathroom door yet?

That’s all I’ve got for now. Send your unanswerables my way.