Rite-Aid Sunday

[yayhaha]

There's nothing like a Rite-Aid Easter party to try and kick you out of the dumps. Yeah. That's right. Rite-Aid. Rules maintained: Spending roughly about twenty dollars, which we always always fail to accomplish and end up spending twice the minimum amount. No hiding bags outside of the apartment, somewhere where we would never find them, etc, etc, you get the picture. I'm really excited this year as that I have received not only smelly crayons but a 'HIGH SCHOOL THE MUSICAL ACTIVITY BOOKLET'! It comes with loads of fun stickers of Zack Effron and Ashley Tisdale. Loves. As well as my Blackbeard dvd and velcro ping pong paddles. Erin got a chicken with a black baby's face, an old man going fishing, baby hair-ties, a Barbara Streisand CD, and animals from around the world, which includes a blue-spotted dog. I'm quite proud of my purchases. However, Rite-Aid RIPPED ME OFF. Someone stole my fucking toilet seat covers. WHY? Also, I had Pop-Rocks for the first time in my life. . . . which caused me to stand in the living room with a mouth full of exploding bubbly pink alien candy shit, crying and saying, 'I don't know what's happening to meeeeee, eh heh heh hehe!' However, Ingrid secretly loves Pop Rocks. Can it be Easter Sunday every Sunday?
Otherwise, I'm thoroughly confused and stressed out.