So I’m at home at around 2 a.m. on a Friday night after hanging with friends, and I got a little hungry. I ate some chicken-flavored ramen noodles and called it a night. Got me to thinking. It reminded me of when I would go to the Asian Vietnamese Restaurant off the bypass and get my favorite dish, chicken pho.

Ah, it’s that day again. It’s so clich? to write commentaries about how stupid Valentine’s Day is. I’ve written two commentaries acknowledging the holiday, but neither were in favor of it. But I’m a much different gal now than I was then. I want to glorify this day, because you know what? Everyday should be about love, man.

This is it. I’m done. No mas. Over. After this column, I’m out of the business. No more funnies for me. I know, I know. You all haven’t been this heartbroken since the discontinuation of the Old Navy tech vests. Yeah, it’s pretty sad for me, too. This column was all I had.

Oh, the glory days of being a kid. As I sit here trying to figure out how I’ll pump out a gazillion research papers and essays by next week, I couldn’t help but remember the days of yore as a small child. Over break I spent a lot of time with kids because my nephew (who turned 12 today!) was in a football tournament.

It’s about that time when students are sick with pneumonia or mononucleosis, thanks to this silly weather change. But that sure as heck won’t stop us from preparing for the wackiest holiday. HAPPY HALLOWEENY! I freaking love this holiday! Everyone is so serious about Halloween.

There I was, standing in Garrett’s hot, musty basement Tuesday night with about 20 people beside me. After going through two tornado warnings, we were down there for about 20 minutes. I don’t know if it was going to be serious, but I kept my cool. Before it was over, a woman asks us, “Do you all know Jesus?” Got me to thinking.

This is where I dust off my big foam “No. 1″ finger, take out my pom-poms and go absolutely nuts. Everyone, welcome to Hoops Nation. March is when it’s most important, but November is where it all begins. It’s when we thank a higher being for letting Dr. James Naismith invent the finest sport ever played.

“New York, N.Y., it’s a wonderful town.” You’re in a New York state of mind when you go there. Everyone wants a bite of the Big Apple. Those are all good, trite phrases for America’s biggest city, and I do agree with them. But I’m like Frank Sinatra: Chicago’s my kind of town.

Good evening, darlings.

It seems that the older we are, the more we take on mindless, inconsiderate behaviors. I figured the best way to help others is through my own advice column, Ask Miss Right. Not exactly Miss Manners, but you know. Yeah. Dear Miss Right, I’m a frequent concert-goer, and I always make sure I get to the venue early to be in front of the stage.

The world must think that college students are a bunch of suckers. And they’re right. We’ve all been through it. We have these elaborate plans to be productive over breaks. Then we reach our doom: we get online or turn on the television. Next thing you know, you’re cramming for your test you haven’t studied for or struggling to pump out a 10-page paper due the next day.