Tales of a Secret Rockstar

It's been too long since my last internet ramble.
I'm at the library. I've taken a real liking to public internet use, especially since I can't really access the internet at my house.

Here's what's going on around me:
There are two kids across from me, probably about 11 years old. I recognize them because when I was in here two days ago, they were here too. You'd think they're supposed to be in school or something, but for some reason they're here, playing internet RPG's.
To my right, after the empty computer, is a woman I recognize from yesterday. I went in to Value Village to apply for a job, and she was ahead of me in line. She had bought something, I think she said she bought it by accident, and she wanted to return it for money. The girl at the counter said that they didn't do cash refunds, she needed to exchange it for something of equal value. The woman was not impressed, but she went off to find another item valued at $6.99. I then proceeded to get an application for a job.
I'm not sure if there's any kind of library etiquette, like if farting in the library is okay. I guess I'm about to find out.
Finally, at the opposite end of the computer desk are two guys. One is talking on a cellphone, the other is running his hands through his long, wicked-ass mohawk. I love the library. Maybe I should work here.

Dan Kang returns in like four days or something. I can't be entirely sure because I've essentially lost track of time.

I hate looking for a job. It's my least favourite thing to do ever. I would rather sleep in parks and teach passersby how to predict the weather by sensing their magnetic fields or something. That would be useful, and it would pay well.