"My girl likes to party all the time, party all the time, party all the time."
For some reason that goofy song has been in my head almost a week. I have no idea how the rest of it goes. Just the chorus.
It's 5:14am and I've been up all night cleaning. For some reason, I clean better in the middle of the night. What's up with that?
Come to think of it, I write papers better in the middle of the night, as well.
I might be onto something. I can't wait until our world always functions 24 hours in a row. Some people will choose to be up and sleep in the day, and some people will choose to sleep at night. I think it'd be great for traffic.
For some reason that goofy song has been in my head almost a week. I have no idea how the rest of it goes. Just the chorus.
It's 5:14am and I've been up all night cleaning. For some reason, I clean better in the middle of the night. What's up with that?
Come to think of it, I write papers better in the middle of the night, as well.
I might be onto something. I can't wait until our world always functions 24 hours in a row. Some people will choose to be up and sleep in the day, and some people will choose to sleep at night. I think it'd be great for traffic.
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Nothing.
I couldn't find any happiness in any of the shopping centres or strip malls or big-box electronic retailers.
Just retail-lifers that looked like they'd rather be anywhere but in a mall at 2pm, wondering why I was there.
Money doesn't buy happiness, but spending it is supposed to.
I was thinking how glad I was to not be working retail at 3pm on a Thursday, and how grateful I was to able to be in school instead.
So why did I skip school to go to the mall?