A plastic tube of joy and sorrow.

There are a few things in life that bring me giddy happiness. One of those happens to be glow-sticks.

What a fantastic invention. Being that it is October, the stores are packed with them. A great time to stock up. My parents never bought me glow sticks when I was growing up. I missed out. Sad. The nice thing about having a job and being able to make my own decisions on purchases made, is that I can invest in some glow-sticks. There are so many uses. Fantastic.

I'm going to the store tomorrow. Six glow-stick bracelets for $1. I've never had so much fun from $1 before. It's going to be a glorious weekend. I can tell already. The hardest part for me with glow-sticks though? That would be when they stop glowing. Really. They are nothing more than a clear plastic tube full of a colorless liquid that used to bring you such joy, but now only brings you the memory that something fun used to reside in that little plastic tube. Garbage. They turn into Garbage. How depressing. What a sucky blog this turned out to be.