Life. It [Continues]

If I were to make a list of all the things that confuse me, I could wipe out a jungle in Honolulu. I could send a contortionist to her hind legs. I could make a plate of cookies disappear into thin air.
I could stand still in the middle of the kitchen, turn off all the lights, drop down on the floor, sit, spin my back around a few times, stand back up again, steady, turn on the lights again...and I'd still be a confused person.

How come the weather was so booty this morning and so bright 2 hours later?
How come I didn't know that registration started at 6 a.m. this morning?
How come the jellybeans were practically gone at 6 a.m. this morning?
How come I got to class 5 minutes later than normal and still found myself a seat?
How come that Walmart friendly looked so unpleasant?
How come I bought a deodorant that resembled the remains of a fried bottle of dish detergent?
How come I saw so many artistic people at the cafeteria at one time for dinner?
How come I saw that girl from freshman year who told me how she snorted cocaine from her bathroom mirror, had sex in her hot tub, and received numerous alcohol violations all after I suggested that we be writing partners for creative writing.
How come I still smile when I say hi to her?
How come I could only eat 3 cookies without feeling like an inflated biscuit?
How come I can stand to see how many of the same thing over and over and over and over?
How come I haven't backed out of this yet?

Best give it the band-aid treatment.