sundays when I was 18 were so simple. they were like go to church, go down the road to get chipotle and frozen yogurt, and then go to the mall to buy CDs from FYE and awkwardly flirt with this one employee who was always there, and then go buy the tackiest cheapest clothes ever from charlotte russe, and then go poke around the massive international grocery store, and then go back to church for worship band practice and then youth group, and then go home to cry over the calculus homework I couldn't understand before deciding not to do it once again. god what a period of my life.
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