So, today was an exciting day. Not much happening around here as of late, so I decided to do something; I went for a walk around the block. But I mean, that only took up two minutes of my day, so I figured I might as well keep walking and waste some more time. And then when I got downtown, I figured, since I came this far, I might as well keep going. So [shrugs], I went.
After a rather eventful time, with people coming and going, me making some clever remarks, a few goods songs playing in the background, and some nice scenery, I decided walking along was actually kind of boring, so I figured I'd just take the bus back home.
Okay, actually, I'm lying about most of that. But I did go for a walk, and I did take the bus today. But I can't tell you why yet. Maybe another day.
One thing that always bugged me about buses are the sideways seats. It's just so… disorienting. Seriously, who sits like that? It's not natural. Anyway, the only seats available were the sideways ones. Of course.
The last time I took the bus, well… that would've been on the Individuals trip. And that was fairly straightforward, considering I was with other people from my class who actually knew where they were going. But I mean, that was a rare occasion. Other than that, I can't remember too many other times taking the bus.
It's not that I have anything against buses. They make nice subjects for good songs and bad movies. But I normally don't have anywhere to go outside of my house and therefore no reason to use the bus.
Whatever happened to me learning to drive, you ask? Well, I'm still adamant that I will be taking the G1 test before the end of August, but the driving book is just so boring. So until I get around to reading it some more, public transportation it is for me.
Not that this actually happened or anything, because I'm not that direction-finding incompetent… but let's say I got lost while on this bus. And by that I don't mean I was all "oh no, where is the door?", but lost as in not being able to find the right route home. Let's say I ended up somewhere that I didn't know who or where I was, and anyone that helped me would be a real good friend of mine (unlike love).
So I'm standing at the bus stop, and since it wasn't raining, I didn't bring an umbrella. Assuming I had brought an umbrella, a person who I would potentially share my umbrella with arrived at the bus stop (if you know what I mean). But seeing as I didn't have an umbrella, I had no reason to share it with him. But seeing as I was lost child, just a punk on the street, and all distraught looking, this guy might want to help me become unlost (if you know what I mean).
But no. This particular guy just wanted to sing about how I looked like a rag doll and if I don't mind, I might come on up and see him, leaving by the back door, man, that is, the back of the blue bus where I was supposed to meet him. But no, wait, that was another guy. Total Oedipus.
But back to seriousness. I'm standing by the bus stop, all lost and crying when I met him and now I'm just trying to forget him, but I know that I'll remember for all the coming years. Anyway, he tells me I'm an angel in disguise and I'm supposed to come and save him tonight. So I figure this guy is a little crazy, and decide to play along and say I'm a runaway just for fun, and he's like "run away from the pain, huh?", but then he seems to sense that I think he's crazy, because then he asks me if I'm heading out to Hollywood, but I said "what the fuck do you think this is? It's a bus stop not a train station, asshole".
Anyway, I'm starting to get a little worried and I want to go home, and help me get ho-o-ome, so he tells me he'll have me home by five, walks me to the station and says, "give me just a little kiss — like this".
DUH NUH NUH NUH, DUH NUH NUH NUH NUH!