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Sep. 7th, 2008 07:33 pmIt doesn't matter how often I start out with my iPod on shuffle, I still end up listening to the new FOB song on repeat. God, Patrick Stump, your voice.
My A key is being wonky. It's like a buy one, get one free deal, so everything I type ends up looking like dialogue for Jar Jar Binks.
My hate for the bus is the kind of epic that puts the Iliad to shame. Wednesday is the day of the three-hour evening class and, not coincidentally, the day I least want to make the walk back to my place. The schedule informed me that the bus came at 40 minutes after the hour, every hour, starting at 7:40. I got out of class at 8:20. At 9:45 I was STILL WAITING FOR MY FUCKING BUS. So I went up to the driver of the next that came through all, "Hey, plz to tell me where is my buses." Um. Dudes. I totally could have gone home 20 minutes after I got out of class because apparently two of the three buses I watched go through? Were the right buses after all, only the schedule neglected to inform me that the name of the route changes in the evening. And because the bus that went to my stop had just been through, I was going to have to wait almost another hour. I could have kicked a puppy.
I ended up walking with A Guy who asked the driver the same thing fifteen seconds after I did (Driver: *points to me*) because neither of us wanted to be stranded for the next ever. Guy lives a couple of buildings over from mine and it turned out that he went to high school with me and vaguely remembered me because of Friend. It is indeed A Small World After All.
The moral of this story is to never believe anything the bus schedule tells you because it will be a lie.
My A key is being wonky. It's like a buy one, get one free deal, so everything I type ends up looking like dialogue for Jar Jar Binks.
My hate for the bus is the kind of epic that puts the Iliad to shame. Wednesday is the day of the three-hour evening class and, not coincidentally, the day I least want to make the walk back to my place. The schedule informed me that the bus came at 40 minutes after the hour, every hour, starting at 7:40. I got out of class at 8:20. At 9:45 I was STILL WAITING FOR MY FUCKING BUS. So I went up to the driver of the next that came through all, "Hey, plz to tell me where is my buses." Um. Dudes. I totally could have gone home 20 minutes after I got out of class because apparently two of the three buses I watched go through? Were the right buses after all, only the schedule neglected to inform me that the name of the route changes in the evening. And because the bus that went to my stop had just been through, I was going to have to wait almost another hour. I could have kicked a puppy.
I ended up walking with A Guy who asked the driver the same thing fifteen seconds after I did (Driver: *points to me*) because neither of us wanted to be stranded for the next ever. Guy lives a couple of buildings over from mine and it turned out that he went to high school with me and vaguely remembered me because of Friend. It is indeed A Small World After All.
The moral of this story is to never believe anything the bus schedule tells you because it will be a lie.