If my life had a soundtrack, most of the songs would be from Avenue Q

I wish iPod shuffles had been around when I was in high school. Then I could have implemented my desire to add a soundtrack to my life, even if I was the only one who would hear it. Sometimes there's nothing like a song to express just how I feel. Last week it was Dan Powter's "Bad Day." Right now, there's an endless loop of Avenue Q songs in my head. It starts with what my friend Citizen B and I claimed as our theme song senior year of college and goes something like this:

What do you do with a B.A. in English?
What is my life going to be?
Four years of college, and plenty of knowledge,
have earned me this useless degree.
I can't pay the bills yet, 'cause I have no skills yet.
The world is a big scary place.
But somehow, I can't shake the feeling I might make
a difference to the human race.

Purpose. It's that little flame that lights a fire under your ass.
Purpose. It keeps you going strong, like a car with a full tank of gas.
Everyone else has a purpose, so what's mine?
Oh, look! Here's a penny! It's from the year I was born. It's a sign!
I don't know how I know, but I'm gonna find my purpose.
I don't know where I'm gonna look, but I'm gonna find my purpose.
Gotta find out! Don't wanna wait!
Got to make sure that my life will be great!
Gotta find my purpose, before it's too late.
...
I'm gonna find my purpose.
Could be far, could be near.
Could take a week, a month, a year.
At a job, or smoking grass, maybe at a pottery class.
Could it be? Yes, it could.
Something's coming, something good.
...
What will it be? Where will it be?
My purpose in life is a mystery.
Gotta find my purpose. Gotta find me.

There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
there's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
and you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time.
There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie,
and there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Good-bye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back, it isn't such a crime,
but there's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of your time.
And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity, I've got to close the door and walk away.
There's a fine, fine line between together and not,
and there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime.
There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time.

I wish I could go back to college. Life was so simple back then.
What would I give to go back and live in a dorm with a meal plan again?
I wish I could go back to college. In college, you know who you are.
You sit in the quad and think, "Oh my god, I am totally gonna go far."
How do I go back to college? I don't know who I am anymore.
I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry-erase pen on my door.
I wish I could just drop a class, or get into a play,
or change my major, or fuck my T.A.
I need an academic advisor to point the way.
We could be...sitting in the computer lab,
four a.m. before the final paper is due.
Cursing the world 'cause I didn't start sooner
and seeing the rest of the class there, too!
I wish I could go back to college. How do I go back to college?
I wish I had taken more pictures.
But if I were to go back to college, think what a loser I'd be.
I'd walk through the quad and think, "Oh my god,
"these kids are so much younger than me!"