I am on the 13 wellington heading to the driver's license place. I just got on the bus. It was very cold as I walked to the bus stop, even though I wore gloves, a jacket and a sweater. I did not wear a hot. I am starting a lot of sentences with the letter I. I remember as a child this was perhaps the first literary criticism I ever received. Perhaps it is a valid opne.
There are a lot of people on this bus, but it is a comfortable amount. Everyone gets a seat to themselves. A man is getting off from the back of the bus. He is carrying a little parcel and wearing running shoes. Foolish man, don't you know you should wear boots in the winter? Your feet will get wet! Perhaps he is poor and cannot afford new boots. But if he's poor what is in that parcel? A man gets on teh bus. He is wearing blue jeans and sports a spotty moustache. Looks like a bit of a redneck. In front of me, a little to my right are two cute girls, who's age I cannot determine. One looks asian and the other is white. The white girl looks unhappy. Her boyfriend probably just broke up with her. She has a yellow phone, probably an iphone. I like her scarf, it is reminiscient of elegance. Her legs are crossed and her hands are folded neatly in her lap. She is thinking about something now and doesn't look so unhappy. Now she looks like she is considering a matter seriously. Perhaps she is aware of the way I am looking at her, describing her. The bus comes to a sdden stop, perhaps due to traffic but more likely to pick up this old woman. A young girl at the front of the bus got up to free the seats at the front for her and took the first seat with a vaguely bearded man who is listening to his head phones. This girl is also listening to head phones but only from one ear. She replaces the second headphone and took a glimpse at me before looking away. It is true I was staring at her a little but she sat down directly in front of me so perhaps it is justified. Is that a phone in her hand or an mp3 player? Maybe an iphone? It is definitely a phone of some kind. I say the first girl had a black berry, the third girl has an iphone and the middle girl has not touched a phone at all this entire bus ride. Maybe she doesn`t have a phone? Preposterous! Maybe she, like me, doesn't have any friends. Who knows. It is fruitless to speculate. it is time to rate these girls. They need names. I will call them Considerate, Asian and UnhappyThinker. Considerate is probably at least a 7.5. Asian seems just as attractive and her mannerisms are evn more so. She just glanced over at me, curious perhaps. I got a sudden whiff of marijuana. Probably the guy sitting to my right. UnhappyThninker is eating a fruit stick. Looks pretty tasty. She just looked over at me, with a sort of a 'mind your own fucking business' glance. Perhaps I should, but I am curious about the world around me and wish to write about things so I have little choice but to take inappropriate looks at people. Woe is me.
So I was rating these girls. Of course it would be easier to rate their bodies if they were not wearing so many clothes. An interesting thing just happened. A lady sat down beside the asian girl and she immediately got up, probably because she had to get off. I once stayed at this motel we are passing. Goodbye beautiful asian girl! I'll give her a 7.5 and UnhappyThinker gets a 7. Let's find flaws in these girls. Considerate has a smooth complexion but she is wearing running shoes. I wonder how old she is. Her entire outfit is black, except for her mittens which are bright redish purple and her gigantic purse is sort of a tan brown leathery colour. UnhappyThinker is a much sharper dresser, perhaps owing to a few years maturity. I was thinking the other day about what it used to be like in school, my social life there such as it was, the people I met and interacted with. I was lonely even back then, surrounded by people. Maybe I've just never been any good at making friends, or maybe that is just the best that human experience has to offer, maybe this is the most a frail and fragile and fading society can produce. Or more likely the error is with myself. Another asian girl gets off the bus. This one looks roughly like a monkey. I am not going to write about my girlfriend, although I will say that I recently got one. Perhaps I should but I don't think so, better to just savour the reality of having one. Now I am at white oaks mall. Exeter road is just a few blocks away? If my recollection serves. I have written a great deal on this bus ride, all of it trivial, but it helped pass the time.
I think I should get off the bus soon. I am going to get off at exeter road. Maybe I should just get off here and take a taxi the rest of the way. That would probably be smarter. I don't want to walk in the cold! BUt I do want to walk and lately I can feel myself putting on weight. I want to put on muscle. I need to work out, to do pushups and sit ups and other exercises. I need to stop doing drugs. Lately I have been not smoking and it feels amazing already. I am so happy I have stopped smoking cigarettes. i haven't been smoking much weed either, although I smoked a couple of grams recently. Such a stupid life decision. I really need to spend more time gambling. Also I think I might have hurt my nose putting so much ketamine up it. It feels that way anyway. My body has developed an almost total tolerance to ketamine. How retarded is that. I have consumed a ton of orange juice in the last couple days. Almost four litres. Drug use has been an almost constant thing with me for my entire adult life. THat is really fucked up. Yet I still function. At timse I worry that I am a highly functioning retard. Someone's alarm on their phoen or just their phone is going off. It was a ring. The lady picked up and is talkign about an appointment she rescheduled. Apparently she had to reschdle for this afternoon.
FML! Just showed up at the drivers license place and I guess health card, birth certificate and a letter proving proof of address was not enough. Really pisses me off. Guess I could have checked before coming out here. Some guy at the desk is trying to get a drivers license. The lady sems very by the book. I hate bureaucrats, pathetic worthless scum. Sitting around collecting a government cheque, enforcing a myriad of pointless regulations that some jackass in ottawa decided we needed to jump through some pointless hoops. A greek looking girl enters the DMV place. What is this place called. DriveTest.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Here I sit awaiting the bus on a bed of grass. The streets seem busy. This is a busy city. I try to keep out of people's way, when I can. I do my part to facilitate the flow of traffic. Every car strikes me as a statement. How lucky I am, to never haven driven. A girl approaches. She walks by and stops. Beautiful hair. A dude walks past. A girl walks the other way, this girl is wearing a pink sweater. Here we have an asian dudde wearing sunglassess... looks vaguely like a doctor. Cars stream by constantly.
I got on the bus. It is very crowded. I took one of the handicapped seats. People are standing but I insist on sitting. The bus cannot be healthy. Sitting across from me is a girl who has dyed her hair blonde, or so it appears. To my left is another girl who is wearing moccassins. The bus is very full of people. This is a crowded bus. I hear coughing. Is someone sick? it doesn't sound like a sick cough. Germs are contagious.
There is a dude sitting across from em with very bright orange hair. He has a lot of freckles. Many people are wearing poppies, since it is November. I feel vaguely uneasy being present on this bus. The girl who is sitting across from me is doing something with her hair. The guy to my right smells funny and is making a strange movement. There are so many people crammed into such a small place. The girl on my left has a semi-clenched fist. The asian guy who I was about to interview (until he pointed out that the bus was coming) has a very serious face. His backpack partially obstructs the view of the red headed ogre from Scotland. Of course I do not actually know if he is from Scotland, but that is the impression one get's when glimpsing at this person. There is a very old man directly in front of me... he is not wearing a poppy. Neither am I He seems to be looking at people. There is a girl with glasses near the front of the bus looking out. The bus seems to be predominately occupied by younger people. The glasses girl just moved back as people who were standing in the middle got off the bus. I feel happy to be sitting down on my journey. I am near my apartment at Oxford and Adelaide. I suspect the girl beside me is reading what I am writing. Should I get off the bus? Should I stay on the bus? Decisions, decisions. I guess I will get off... but I kind of want to stay on. I want to do some interviews but the busy is really too crowded for interviews. The girl to my left gathered her things a little bit but was just gathering not getting off, apparently. People are generally very quiet on the bus. A girl just sneezed twice and she looked around a bit with her eyes, maybe to see if anyone noticed. A girl wearing a brown scarf just got on the bus and is standing right in front of me. She is holding a book called "assholes finish first". I imagine it is not a very interesting book, given the title, probably has something to do with psychology, maybe vaguely related to Richard Dawkings.
A girl keeps running her hair through her fingers. This is my stop, I suppose.
I got on the bus. It is very crowded. I took one of the handicapped seats. People are standing but I insist on sitting. The bus cannot be healthy. Sitting across from me is a girl who has dyed her hair blonde, or so it appears. To my left is another girl who is wearing moccassins. The bus is very full of people. This is a crowded bus. I hear coughing. Is someone sick? it doesn't sound like a sick cough. Germs are contagious.
There is a dude sitting across from em with very bright orange hair. He has a lot of freckles. Many people are wearing poppies, since it is November. I feel vaguely uneasy being present on this bus. The girl who is sitting across from me is doing something with her hair. The guy to my right smells funny and is making a strange movement. There are so many people crammed into such a small place. The girl on my left has a semi-clenched fist. The asian guy who I was about to interview (until he pointed out that the bus was coming) has a very serious face. His backpack partially obstructs the view of the red headed ogre from Scotland. Of course I do not actually know if he is from Scotland, but that is the impression one get's when glimpsing at this person. There is a very old man directly in front of me... he is not wearing a poppy. Neither am I He seems to be looking at people. There is a girl with glasses near the front of the bus looking out. The bus seems to be predominately occupied by younger people. The glasses girl just moved back as people who were standing in the middle got off the bus. I feel happy to be sitting down on my journey. I am near my apartment at Oxford and Adelaide. I suspect the girl beside me is reading what I am writing. Should I get off the bus? Should I stay on the bus? Decisions, decisions. I guess I will get off... but I kind of want to stay on. I want to do some interviews but the busy is really too crowded for interviews. The girl to my left gathered her things a little bit but was just gathering not getting off, apparently. People are generally very quiet on the bus. A girl just sneezed twice and she looked around a bit with her eyes, maybe to see if anyone noticed. A girl wearing a brown scarf just got on the bus and is standing right in front of me. She is holding a book called "assholes finish first". I imagine it is not a very interesting book, given the title, probably has something to do with psychology, maybe vaguely related to Richard Dawkings.
A girl keeps running her hair through her fingers. This is my stop, I suppose.
new bus blog
I am sitting on a bus. The bus is very brightly light. I tripped over myself on the way to the bus. My toe hurts. A girl is reading a book called the look. There is a highschool kid who is primping We are at Oxford and Richmond. It is difficult to write in this seat. That makes it all the more worth while. People are getting off the bus. People are boarding the bus Two guys sit down to my left. A guy directly in front of me is trying not to look at me. His name is Mike. He keeps looking side to side.
I am preaching revolution on a bus. It is a very sedated revolution, filled will happiness and joy. We just want everyone to be free and love one another. Property rights are very important. There are only guys on this bus. That is unfortunate. I did some campaigning on the bus, sharing my ideas with people and expresssing my views. It was pretty successful. An old woman gets on the bus. We are almost downtown now, I hope. It is 10:14 pm. My hobby amuses me endlessly. There are no cute girls on this bus, unfortunately. My battery is running a little low. I feel the need to defecate. There is a girl at the front of the bus. All I can see of her is her hair and a white jacket. She seems cute. I enjoyed campaining on the bus. Two girls get on the bus, showing their bus pass. The bus is a very interesting way to meet people. All sorts of people get on the bus. This bus is moving rapidly. An old woman gets off the bus. The drugs are wearing off. I need to get higher. A young kid moves to the middle of the bus. There is a voice being broadcast over the bus. I cannot wait to get back to my apartment. I love my hobby, bus blogging. There are still another two hours to go. This bus is sparsely populated. There is a really gross guy with a shaved head and pimples sticking out onwith ear my right. On my left there are two brown skinned fellows with earings. They seem vaguely gay. Maybe they are. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I wish I could see more cute chicks... but alas, that is not to be. Where are we, I wonder? I wish to get off the bus. I want to go back to my apartment and do more drugs. I love my hobby, bus tripping. The two brown guys are talking about Family Guy the cartoon show. I cannot stand watching television lately. Someone has a really loud annoying ring tone. Where am i? what street am I on? It is 20 after 10. It is very dark out. The bus turns left. I think I am at Richmond and Regent. Two girls exist the bus. They are a little too chubby for my liking. I see only one cute girl six rows ahead. All I can see of her is her hair, and a collarede jacket and her ears.
The bus has stalled. I guess we are waiting for people to get on the bus. I am sobering up now. I need to stop eating so frantically... it is giving me indigestion. Earlier I was joking with some people and I told them I was manic... not manic depressive, just manic. I had a point. It looks like I am back downtown again. I do not like this bus, becase of how the seats are. Every bus is different. Every bus is unique. I will need to bring my cam corder with me on my next bus ride, but I am afraid I will lose it. An old lady gets on the bus. Soon we will be back at my apartment. I love my hobby of bus blogging. It is the greatest. I am getting close to my apartment now. Soon I will have more drugs. Hurray!
A talkative black guy getson the bus. He slaps the ugly white guy on the shoulder. They appear to be friends of some sort.
I am preaching revolution on a bus. It is a very sedated revolution, filled will happiness and joy. We just want everyone to be free and love one another. Property rights are very important. There are only guys on this bus. That is unfortunate. I did some campaigning on the bus, sharing my ideas with people and expresssing my views. It was pretty successful. An old woman gets on the bus. We are almost downtown now, I hope. It is 10:14 pm. My hobby amuses me endlessly. There are no cute girls on this bus, unfortunately. My battery is running a little low. I feel the need to defecate. There is a girl at the front of the bus. All I can see of her is her hair and a white jacket. She seems cute. I enjoyed campaining on the bus. Two girls get on the bus, showing their bus pass. The bus is a very interesting way to meet people. All sorts of people get on the bus. This bus is moving rapidly. An old woman gets off the bus. The drugs are wearing off. I need to get higher. A young kid moves to the middle of the bus. There is a voice being broadcast over the bus. I cannot wait to get back to my apartment. I love my hobby, bus blogging. There are still another two hours to go. This bus is sparsely populated. There is a really gross guy with a shaved head and pimples sticking out onwith ear my right. On my left there are two brown skinned fellows with earings. They seem vaguely gay. Maybe they are. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I wish I could see more cute chicks... but alas, that is not to be. Where are we, I wonder? I wish to get off the bus. I want to go back to my apartment and do more drugs. I love my hobby, bus tripping. The two brown guys are talking about Family Guy the cartoon show. I cannot stand watching television lately. Someone has a really loud annoying ring tone. Where am i? what street am I on? It is 20 after 10. It is very dark out. The bus turns left. I think I am at Richmond and Regent. Two girls exist the bus. They are a little too chubby for my liking. I see only one cute girl six rows ahead. All I can see of her is her hair, and a collarede jacket and her ears.
The bus has stalled. I guess we are waiting for people to get on the bus. I am sobering up now. I need to stop eating so frantically... it is giving me indigestion. Earlier I was joking with some people and I told them I was manic... not manic depressive, just manic. I had a point. It looks like I am back downtown again. I do not like this bus, becase of how the seats are. Every bus is different. Every bus is unique. I will need to bring my cam corder with me on my next bus ride, but I am afraid I will lose it. An old lady gets on the bus. Soon we will be back at my apartment. I love my hobby of bus blogging. It is the greatest. I am getting close to my apartment now. Soon I will have more drugs. Hurray!
A talkative black guy getson the bus. He slaps the ugly white guy on the shoulder. They appear to be friends of some sort.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
generic
I am on a crowded bus. There are a lot of people on this bus. The bus seems busy. In front of me is a girl with auburn hair. There are track marks on the floor of the bus. This bus is diry. Two girls sit chatting avidly in front of me. It feels like the bus is in a hurry. We are at Oxford and Adelaideish. My headphones protect me from the world... from the sounds of other people. My foot hurts. It is a vague sort of pain. There is a glimmer in the grime on the floor of the bus... something about diamonds. A girl has requested a stop. Directly in front of me are a blonde and a brunette. The blonde seems vaguely annoying and the bruenttte seems tolerant. The bus is shaking. Sadly there are a lot of dudes on this bus. Directly to my left is a cute blonde. To my right is a hipster doofus. The blonde has painted her fingernails purple and all I can see of her is her hair.
A korean girl shows her face. I say korean but I am certainly no authority on south central east asia. Directly in front of me remain a blonde and a brunette. The brunette is peering at me. She seems vaguely pretty. The blonde has some annoying mannerisms about her. I return to Oxbury mall. What bus am I on, I wonder? Of the duo, the bruentte is much cuter than the blonde.
The duo departs. So does a guy who is sitting to the right of me holding a package. A girl just pointed at me and I am trying not to smile.
People fill the bus. I guess we are at some sort of central bussing place... a nexus of some kind. There is a girl with golden hair sitting by herself running her hand through her hair. She has earphones in her ears. A girl sits down beside me. I thought my black berry went off but apparently it did not. The golden coloured hair girl is wearing a scarf which she clutches nervously. She readjusts her ipod and looks out the window of the bus. Two seats ahead of her a girl has a towel attached to her back pack. This must be some sort of a student - beach fushion blend. The guy directly infront of me is dumbly nodding his head and a girl eats.
I just had a conversation with a cute chinese girl who told me she was eating an energy bar. It was difficult to really express oursleves fully but she has a great grasp of english and I did my best to learn a Mandarin phrase. Perhaps someday I will be able to speak Madarin or Cantonese. I hope so. Directly in front of me is some pimply faced university guy... he seems boring. Goldilacks is still here... the girl from before. She seems rather pleased with herself. Probably enjoying the music that is playing from her ipod or maybe she is happy to be near her distination. The girl who I chatted with is making motions like she is going to get off the bus. She told me her name is "Cindy" and I asked her what her real name is. She seemed very nice. The bus is suspiciously quiet. I love Canada. The bus driver is waiting. The bus departs.
I am blogging from a crowded bus. I do not have any measure to estimate the number of people on the bus. It is a moderately crowded bus... an appropiate number of people per seat. We have arrived at Richmond and Dundas or actually Talbot and Dundas. I sat beside a hot chick and now have the entire seat to myself. There are a lot of strange people who ride the bus. I guess this is what people do. They ride the bus to their work and their jobs. There is an idiot standing in front of the bus. The bus has stalled. Bussses are unhealthy. A girl emarks. There is an eclectic range of people on this bus. In front of me are two very old people, they look like native americans. A checkoslovakian looking woman is in front of them. Generally people who ride the bus are unattractive, but perhaps there are rare exceptions. The bus is currently turning onto a street. Two passengers board the bus. Poppies are everywhere. The presence of poppies reminds me of the conversation I had with the German man not very long ago about the second world war. Sitting in the medical building at 450 central I encountered a man of German descent who described to me the circumstances in which he had been raised;. This bus route reminds me of my origin, growing up along the cove road. I wonder what bus I am on. I do not really care.
My vision is still a little blurry and I cannot quite express the proper vernacular to manouever my self. Sometimes I don't even know what I mean, which is a little frightnening. This is an old bus, packed to the brim of seats but no standers. What's up with that. We are near Eli and Raes house. Eli and Rae are in Mexico currently, part of their honeymoon. A strange looking foreigner is wearing a suit. I want to interview someone. It is not easy to interview someone on a bus.
The music keeps me entertained. Where is this bus heading. I am a long way from home. My toe feels numb because there is nerve damage in it. A stop has been requested. A couple depart. The girl wears the most interesting stockings. They seem a dire couple. Dreery. Probably unhappy. A fat bearded man leaves the bus. The bus is losing passengers. I count seven people in front of me and a few more behind me. The checkoslovaklian looking lady is still here. but a lot of the seats are empty. There are a lot of people behind me but I cannot describe what I cannot see. A girl gets off the bus. All I can see is her hair. It is very nice hair.
My left big toe hurts. It is an interesting pain. A pain of rebirth. The bus winds it's way through the streets.... somehow this bus get's people from their work to their home. Life is simple for most people. You work, get paid, go home, get up... Get on the bus get off the bus. I am at a light. The intersection is Andover and Beechwood - or something like that. There is a girl with beautiful brown hair getting off the buss. She just pulled the string that signals a stop. She is youthful. She departs. There are trees where we are. I am not sure what part of town this is. I want to interview someone. I guess it is in the south end of town somewhere. Hopefully this bus takes me back downtown... I am a long way from home. I want to interview someone... someone who has something interesting to say. Mostly I want to interview someone who just gets on the bus and has a long bus ride to go yet. The foreigner wearing a suit departs at some sort of a mall. I do not recognize this mall. London is a big city.
I just asked a girl if she would like to be the subjevt of a interview and she declined so I am going to blog about her. She is wearing a sweater and has several earings in her ear. I asked her if she wanted to be the subject of an interview... at first she tried ignoring me, then I repeated and she said "no thank you". She has ear buds in her ears and her hair is tied back in a pony tail. I can see four earings in her left year. She seems standoffish.
I just had a brief fight with the bus driver. Apparently he thinks it is wrong for me to blog on the bus and ask people questions. I do not care much for what he thinks. He even stopped the bus and yelled at me but I resolved the problem because someone needed to get their drugs and it wasn't me. Now the bus driver is radioing in what I am doing and complaining about it. I think that is rather funny. No matter where I go, no matter what I do I always get in some kind of trouble.
I am eager to get back to my apartment. Slowly the bus is filling again with people. There is a very cute girl sitting in front of me. I wanted to interview her but she had headphones in and could not hear me. She is wearing a purple hat and a black and white jacket. The fall is a wonderful time of year.
A korean girl shows her face. I say korean but I am certainly no authority on south central east asia. Directly in front of me remain a blonde and a brunette. The brunette is peering at me. She seems vaguely pretty. The blonde has some annoying mannerisms about her. I return to Oxbury mall. What bus am I on, I wonder? Of the duo, the bruentte is much cuter than the blonde.
The duo departs. So does a guy who is sitting to the right of me holding a package. A girl just pointed at me and I am trying not to smile.
People fill the bus. I guess we are at some sort of central bussing place... a nexus of some kind. There is a girl with golden hair sitting by herself running her hand through her hair. She has earphones in her ears. A girl sits down beside me. I thought my black berry went off but apparently it did not. The golden coloured hair girl is wearing a scarf which she clutches nervously. She readjusts her ipod and looks out the window of the bus. Two seats ahead of her a girl has a towel attached to her back pack. This must be some sort of a student - beach fushion blend. The guy directly infront of me is dumbly nodding his head and a girl eats.
I just had a conversation with a cute chinese girl who told me she was eating an energy bar. It was difficult to really express oursleves fully but she has a great grasp of english and I did my best to learn a Mandarin phrase. Perhaps someday I will be able to speak Madarin or Cantonese. I hope so. Directly in front of me is some pimply faced university guy... he seems boring. Goldilacks is still here... the girl from before. She seems rather pleased with herself. Probably enjoying the music that is playing from her ipod or maybe she is happy to be near her distination. The girl who I chatted with is making motions like she is going to get off the bus. She told me her name is "Cindy" and I asked her what her real name is. She seemed very nice. The bus is suspiciously quiet. I love Canada. The bus driver is waiting. The bus departs.
I am blogging from a crowded bus. I do not have any measure to estimate the number of people on the bus. It is a moderately crowded bus... an appropiate number of people per seat. We have arrived at Richmond and Dundas or actually Talbot and Dundas. I sat beside a hot chick and now have the entire seat to myself. There are a lot of strange people who ride the bus. I guess this is what people do. They ride the bus to their work and their jobs. There is an idiot standing in front of the bus. The bus has stalled. Bussses are unhealthy. A girl emarks. There is an eclectic range of people on this bus. In front of me are two very old people, they look like native americans. A checkoslovakian looking woman is in front of them. Generally people who ride the bus are unattractive, but perhaps there are rare exceptions. The bus is currently turning onto a street. Two passengers board the bus. Poppies are everywhere. The presence of poppies reminds me of the conversation I had with the German man not very long ago about the second world war. Sitting in the medical building at 450 central I encountered a man of German descent who described to me the circumstances in which he had been raised;. This bus route reminds me of my origin, growing up along the cove road. I wonder what bus I am on. I do not really care.
My vision is still a little blurry and I cannot quite express the proper vernacular to manouever my self. Sometimes I don't even know what I mean, which is a little frightnening. This is an old bus, packed to the brim of seats but no standers. What's up with that. We are near Eli and Raes house. Eli and Rae are in Mexico currently, part of their honeymoon. A strange looking foreigner is wearing a suit. I want to interview someone. It is not easy to interview someone on a bus.
The music keeps me entertained. Where is this bus heading. I am a long way from home. My toe feels numb because there is nerve damage in it. A stop has been requested. A couple depart. The girl wears the most interesting stockings. They seem a dire couple. Dreery. Probably unhappy. A fat bearded man leaves the bus. The bus is losing passengers. I count seven people in front of me and a few more behind me. The checkoslovaklian looking lady is still here. but a lot of the seats are empty. There are a lot of people behind me but I cannot describe what I cannot see. A girl gets off the bus. All I can see is her hair. It is very nice hair.
My left big toe hurts. It is an interesting pain. A pain of rebirth. The bus winds it's way through the streets.... somehow this bus get's people from their work to their home. Life is simple for most people. You work, get paid, go home, get up... Get on the bus get off the bus. I am at a light. The intersection is Andover and Beechwood - or something like that. There is a girl with beautiful brown hair getting off the buss. She just pulled the string that signals a stop. She is youthful. She departs. There are trees where we are. I am not sure what part of town this is. I want to interview someone. I guess it is in the south end of town somewhere. Hopefully this bus takes me back downtown... I am a long way from home. I want to interview someone... someone who has something interesting to say. Mostly I want to interview someone who just gets on the bus and has a long bus ride to go yet. The foreigner wearing a suit departs at some sort of a mall. I do not recognize this mall. London is a big city.
I just asked a girl if she would like to be the subjevt of a interview and she declined so I am going to blog about her. She is wearing a sweater and has several earings in her ear. I asked her if she wanted to be the subject of an interview... at first she tried ignoring me, then I repeated and she said "no thank you". She has ear buds in her ears and her hair is tied back in a pony tail. I can see four earings in her left year. She seems standoffish.
I just had a brief fight with the bus driver. Apparently he thinks it is wrong for me to blog on the bus and ask people questions. I do not care much for what he thinks. He even stopped the bus and yelled at me but I resolved the problem because someone needed to get their drugs and it wasn't me. Now the bus driver is radioing in what I am doing and complaining about it. I think that is rather funny. No matter where I go, no matter what I do I always get in some kind of trouble.
I am eager to get back to my apartment. Slowly the bus is filling again with people. There is a very cute girl sitting in front of me. I wanted to interview her but she had headphones in and could not hear me. She is wearing a purple hat and a black and white jacket. The fall is a wonderful time of year.
random blog entry
I just killed a spider. I am on the city bus. The spider was crawling all over my bus. There is something off pudding about this bus. I receive negative vibes from the bus. It is an old and deteriorated bus. To my left is a typical canadian with his hands clenched in his lap. This bus is war torn. We are driving up some street, maybe Richmond. The bus bumps. It is uncomfortable to sit on the bus. This is a crowded section of the bus. Keep your germs to yourself. I am curious about the other occupants of this bus. There is no one in front of me. This bus seems to be predomintably occupied by men. A girl gets on the bus. A guy with long hair also gets on the bus. To my left there is a man who looks like he is of It Vietnamiese descent and to my right is a couple with dark skin. They are having a conversation. It probably is not very interesting. A girl with very long hair departs the bus.
It is strange to sit on the side of the bus. Bus seats are placed hap hazardly without regard for commen sense or logic. A man departs the bus. From the corner of my eye I see a cute chinses girl. She is looking forward. This bus is moderately crowded. There are a lot of open seats, it is not jammed pack but still. I switched seats. From here I spy two girls. All I can see is there hair. One of them is brunette and the other is dark haired died blonde. The bus is stalled. The bus is stuck.
The bus is idling. This must be bad for the environment. No one is getting on the bus. A girl just asked if she could be let off the bus. She was bored I presume. She must attend this university. Now she is sitting on the bus. What I am curious about is if she wanted to get off the bus, why did she not do so. Perhaps she does not know what she wants and is stuck riding the bus. This girl has dark brown hair and just rang the bus string. Apparently she has had enough. There is a black girl on the bus. She looks very serious.
I see only two people in front of me, aside from the bus driver. The guy on my left loks like a bit of a douche. He has gel in his hair and is staring forward. The serious black girl is the only other +passenger, aside from the douche, and she is not doing anything at the moment. She wears glasses and earings and a black leather jacket. There is one guy behind me. Bit of a creeper.
The bus is stalled. I guess we are waiting for whatever... for the bus driver to catch up to his route or some such. The guy in front of me has red hair and glasses. His pants balloon at the end. Right now the bus is shaking and standing in place.
I did a quick interview with some kid and am now almost alone on a deserted bus. There are three other passengers aside from me and the bus driver. The bus has stopped. Hopefully more people will get on soon. From the curve in the road it looks like we are near the Grand street liquor store but there is really no telling what is going on. An ugly lady ahead of me is talking on her phone. She has a blackberry just as I do. The douche is still on this bus. I do not like this guy. His gelled hair seems phony and his glasses... well there is nothing bad I can really say about his glasses. It sucks that his eyesight is going. I am quite glad my own eyesight is not yet fading. It appears we are back in Old North, from the looks of the street. I used to bike these roads. I am looking forward to getting off the bus and getting high again. A hot blonde walks up to the bus. She is very young and sits down at the front of the bus. It is very difficult to see her because another passenger blocks my view. I shift seats so I can see her better. A cute girl gets on the bus. This bus ride is looking up. Both of the girls are sitting in their seats facing the front and all I can see is their hair.
There are three girls on the bus. Make that two. One of the girls who just got on the bus got off. She just took the bus for a block or two. Alas. She must not have been a serious bus rider. Maybe she just took the bus for a lark, or decided she wanted to walk. there are two girls left on the bus. The black girl from earlier and a girl with red hair and a back pack. Some dude gets on the bus. What a loser. What street am I at? Where am I? I have no idea. I do not recognize this part of the city and it is tough to see through the windows being webbed as they are. All I can see is a no truck sign. Huron and something. Huron and Regent.
A girl gets off the bus. She is moderately attractive, nothing special really. I think I am back on Richmond now. No wait. The bus is crusing by the university hospital. I see writing the walll that says Hospital Parking Garage. My bus is behind another bus. We are going down hill now. There are some people on the side walk. Finally my bus passes the bus it was behind. Victory is ours! The bus is triumphant. And here I am at Oxford and Richmond. The drugs are starting to wear off and I am getting closer to my apartment. Very convenient. There are four people on this bus still... a black girl. the douche, some young teenage kid and a grey haired guy. No hot chicks, sadly. Perhaps on the next bus ride.
The bus is stalled in traffic. I feel safe in the bus. The bus is such a large automobile it would be difficult to damage me in the bus. Earlier I asked a bus driver if it was difficult to drive a bus and he said no, but I suspect it is. Once you get good at something you discount the time it takes you to learn the skill. Some bus drivers are better than others. A girl on her cell phone gets off the bus, and is thrown forward by inertia. I am almost back at my apartment and am very excited abotu that. Oxford at Waterloo, a female electronic voice calls out to me. An old man wearing a poppy walks by.
Just a few more stops and I will get back to my ketamine. What a great hobby I have, riding the bus and then blogging about it. It truly is a fun time. The bus turns right on Colborne. I really do like London's transit system. It took a lot of work to figure it all out and it is very coin
I am on a moderately crowded bus. We are waiting at a street. I just lost my ipod and head phones. I am disappointed in this loss... just he hazards of bus travels I suppose. When you take the bus all the time you are bound to lose things. There is are two dark skinned men sitting near by me and a girl drinking a starbucks drink to my left. An old chinese guy looks tired. This bus is right downtown.
I asked one of the passengers if he would like to be interviewed. He declined in a manner that showed some amusement at the conept. This bus is full of people. It is at exactly the right number of people per seat. That is not to say that every seat is full, but rather that there is a comfortable level of occuptancy on the bus. I asked a girl she would like to be interviewed.... she declines. 18 people on the bus. That is how many I count. There might be more, I did not take any pains in counting the people on the bus. This is not an accurate census just a rough estimate. A chocholate colored boy gets on the bus. There are some voices in wafting in the distance but I pay no attention to them.
A cute girl gets on the bus and sits down at the front. The bus seems evenly mixed in gender. There is a guy wearing a bandana on his forehead. He looks like a retard. Four girls get on the bus. Three of them are asian. They stand. The asain girl standing closest to me has a yellow tie in her hair and a monkey on her back pack. She is talking to her friend in an Oriental language. I wish I could speak mandarin or Cantonese. They talk to each other rapidly while sipping tim hortons coffee. The two chinese girls are sitting together. All I can see of them is their hair and their necks. The one on the left wears a back pack. Perhaps she is in high school.
The bus is at Adelaide and Huron. We have come to a complete stop. The bus vibrates in a jarring fashion. It makes people uncomfortable. There is a girl sitting alone behind the two chines girls. She is also chinese, or so it appears. I bet she is bored. The two chinese girls talking to each other in their foreign language get off the bus. Who knos what they were talking about. People get on, people get off. A bunch of old dudes get on the bus. What a sad bus ride... cute chinese girls get off the bus and old white dudes get on... that is not a welcome change in my books.
The area around me is getting less crowded, which I like. There are still a lot of people on the bus. I think we are near Adelaide and Fanshawe. Maybe not. The girl who is sittting beside me two seats over has a purple purse and is wearing faded blue jeans. This is the girl who was drinking starbucks earlier. She just got off the bus.
The old chinese guy who is close to me is still on the bus. When will he get off, I wonder? At the front of the bus is a girl wearing snlasses and headphones looking around. She has brown boots and is wearing blue jeans. Fairly pretty. She keeps looking back. Now she is staring straight ahead. Finally the old chinese guy gets off the bus. The girl with sunglasses at the front of the bus is incognito with her irsises, but I think she keeps looking back at me. Two guys get on the bus.I know one of them.
It is strange to sit on the side of the bus. Bus seats are placed hap hazardly without regard for commen sense or logic. A man departs the bus. From the corner of my eye I see a cute chinses girl. She is looking forward. This bus is moderately crowded. There are a lot of open seats, it is not jammed pack but still. I switched seats. From here I spy two girls. All I can see is there hair. One of them is brunette and the other is dark haired died blonde. The bus is stalled. The bus is stuck.
The bus is idling. This must be bad for the environment. No one is getting on the bus. A girl just asked if she could be let off the bus. She was bored I presume. She must attend this university. Now she is sitting on the bus. What I am curious about is if she wanted to get off the bus, why did she not do so. Perhaps she does not know what she wants and is stuck riding the bus. This girl has dark brown hair and just rang the bus string. Apparently she has had enough. There is a black girl on the bus. She looks very serious.
I see only two people in front of me, aside from the bus driver. The guy on my left loks like a bit of a douche. He has gel in his hair and is staring forward. The serious black girl is the only other +passenger, aside from the douche, and she is not doing anything at the moment. She wears glasses and earings and a black leather jacket. There is one guy behind me. Bit of a creeper.
The bus is stalled. I guess we are waiting for whatever... for the bus driver to catch up to his route or some such. The guy in front of me has red hair and glasses. His pants balloon at the end. Right now the bus is shaking and standing in place.
I did a quick interview with some kid and am now almost alone on a deserted bus. There are three other passengers aside from me and the bus driver. The bus has stopped. Hopefully more people will get on soon. From the curve in the road it looks like we are near the Grand street liquor store but there is really no telling what is going on. An ugly lady ahead of me is talking on her phone. She has a blackberry just as I do. The douche is still on this bus. I do not like this guy. His gelled hair seems phony and his glasses... well there is nothing bad I can really say about his glasses. It sucks that his eyesight is going. I am quite glad my own eyesight is not yet fading. It appears we are back in Old North, from the looks of the street. I used to bike these roads. I am looking forward to getting off the bus and getting high again. A hot blonde walks up to the bus. She is very young and sits down at the front of the bus. It is very difficult to see her because another passenger blocks my view. I shift seats so I can see her better. A cute girl gets on the bus. This bus ride is looking up. Both of the girls are sitting in their seats facing the front and all I can see is their hair.
There are three girls on the bus. Make that two. One of the girls who just got on the bus got off. She just took the bus for a block or two. Alas. She must not have been a serious bus rider. Maybe she just took the bus for a lark, or decided she wanted to walk. there are two girls left on the bus. The black girl from earlier and a girl with red hair and a back pack. Some dude gets on the bus. What a loser. What street am I at? Where am I? I have no idea. I do not recognize this part of the city and it is tough to see through the windows being webbed as they are. All I can see is a no truck sign. Huron and something. Huron and Regent.
A girl gets off the bus. She is moderately attractive, nothing special really. I think I am back on Richmond now. No wait. The bus is crusing by the university hospital. I see writing the walll that says Hospital Parking Garage. My bus is behind another bus. We are going down hill now. There are some people on the side walk. Finally my bus passes the bus it was behind. Victory is ours! The bus is triumphant. And here I am at Oxford and Richmond. The drugs are starting to wear off and I am getting closer to my apartment. Very convenient. There are four people on this bus still... a black girl. the douche, some young teenage kid and a grey haired guy. No hot chicks, sadly. Perhaps on the next bus ride.
The bus is stalled in traffic. I feel safe in the bus. The bus is such a large automobile it would be difficult to damage me in the bus. Earlier I asked a bus driver if it was difficult to drive a bus and he said no, but I suspect it is. Once you get good at something you discount the time it takes you to learn the skill. Some bus drivers are better than others. A girl on her cell phone gets off the bus, and is thrown forward by inertia. I am almost back at my apartment and am very excited abotu that. Oxford at Waterloo, a female electronic voice calls out to me. An old man wearing a poppy walks by.
Just a few more stops and I will get back to my ketamine. What a great hobby I have, riding the bus and then blogging about it. It truly is a fun time. The bus turns right on Colborne. I really do like London's transit system. It took a lot of work to figure it all out and it is very coin
I am on a moderately crowded bus. We are waiting at a street. I just lost my ipod and head phones. I am disappointed in this loss... just he hazards of bus travels I suppose. When you take the bus all the time you are bound to lose things. There is are two dark skinned men sitting near by me and a girl drinking a starbucks drink to my left. An old chinese guy looks tired. This bus is right downtown.
I asked one of the passengers if he would like to be interviewed. He declined in a manner that showed some amusement at the conept. This bus is full of people. It is at exactly the right number of people per seat. That is not to say that every seat is full, but rather that there is a comfortable level of occuptancy on the bus. I asked a girl she would like to be interviewed.... she declines. 18 people on the bus. That is how many I count. There might be more, I did not take any pains in counting the people on the bus. This is not an accurate census just a rough estimate. A chocholate colored boy gets on the bus. There are some voices in wafting in the distance but I pay no attention to them.
A cute girl gets on the bus and sits down at the front. The bus seems evenly mixed in gender. There is a guy wearing a bandana on his forehead. He looks like a retard. Four girls get on the bus. Three of them are asian. They stand. The asain girl standing closest to me has a yellow tie in her hair and a monkey on her back pack. She is talking to her friend in an Oriental language. I wish I could speak mandarin or Cantonese. They talk to each other rapidly while sipping tim hortons coffee. The two chinese girls are sitting together. All I can see of them is their hair and their necks. The one on the left wears a back pack. Perhaps she is in high school.
The bus is at Adelaide and Huron. We have come to a complete stop. The bus vibrates in a jarring fashion. It makes people uncomfortable. There is a girl sitting alone behind the two chines girls. She is also chinese, or so it appears. I bet she is bored. The two chinese girls talking to each other in their foreign language get off the bus. Who knos what they were talking about. People get on, people get off. A bunch of old dudes get on the bus. What a sad bus ride... cute chinese girls get off the bus and old white dudes get on... that is not a welcome change in my books.
The area around me is getting less crowded, which I like. There are still a lot of people on the bus. I think we are near Adelaide and Fanshawe. Maybe not. The girl who is sittting beside me two seats over has a purple purse and is wearing faded blue jeans. This is the girl who was drinking starbucks earlier. She just got off the bus.
The old chinese guy who is close to me is still on the bus. When will he get off, I wonder? At the front of the bus is a girl wearing snlasses and headphones looking around. She has brown boots and is wearing blue jeans. Fairly pretty. She keeps looking back. Now she is staring straight ahead. Finally the old chinese guy gets off the bus. The girl with sunglasses at the front of the bus is incognito with her irsises, but I think she keeps looking back at me. Two guys get on the bus.I know one of them.
november 11th... bus bloggign
The bus I just got on has tinted windows... not quite tinted more of a hazy feel to them. It must be some sort of christmas theme. A girl just got on the bus. She is blonde and cute. She sat down near me, towards the back of the bus. I am sitting at the absolute back of the bus, listening to my ipod through my headphones. The bus is at a stop. We are waiting for the light to change. I count five other people on the bus but there is a sixth person I cannot quite see. I see their leg and their shoe. A lady stands at the front of the bus talking to the bus driver. I am feeling too warm. The lady talking to the bus driver sits down. Where is this bus heading, I wonder? It is a very convenient bus, given that I had just got out of my apartment and there it was. I ran to catch it. A man departs the bus, or I should say he prepares to depart the bus.
The bus is turning right on Richmond. It is an almost deserted bus. I want to do an interview but no one is sitting close enough to me. Soon. Riding the bus is inconvenient. There is a lot of starting and stopping. Lady Gaga blares in my head phones. Vageuly my head hurts.
This morning I went to the hospital because I was in pain. The doctor was pretty nice and gave me a perscription but the pain had gone away by the time he got there. Luckily I did not die. I took a taxi to the hospital. I thought it was an overdose or withdrawal pain... the doctor told me it couldn't be related to the ketamine. I am not really sure what was going on but I feel a lot bettter now. I vomited earlier today. Also I lost my debit card at some point. Should probably get that replaced. We are at St. Joesphs hospital now and the cute blonde is getting off the bus. All I can see of this girl is her hair. I count four people, aside from myself and the bus driver on this bus. It would be safe to say this is a deserted bus. A lady carries a baby off the bus in a stroller. There is a muslim looking woman and an old guy left. I say she looks like she is a Muslim because she has a purple cloth covering her head. She just looked back at me. Sometimes I ironically call muslims Terrorists. I noticed the inverse punctuation here but left it, although one cannot say I did it purposefully. A hidden lady departs the bus, or prepares to. She was blocked from my sight by the divider. Right now we are at adelaide and huron.
The bus is cruising by some apartment buildings. No one is getting on the bus. I see three people aside from myself and the bus driver. We have the muslim lady from earlier, an old white gentleman and an old ladyish looking person. I say ladyish because I am not 100% sure on the gender from this angle. People beA lady gin to board the bus.
An asian guy who is talking on his phone gets on, as well as a couple of old ladies and a young strange woman. There are many poppies being worn by people. Myself, I do not wear a poppy. The bus waits. A fat girl just got on the bus. A lady gets off the bus. As we sit here waiting the bus vibrates strangely. There is an older woman who's hair is bright red sitting near the front of the bus. That is clearly not her real hair colour... it is sort of a strange purplish red colour. Vaguely reminiscient of a peacock. A very pretty girl boards the bus. She says a few words o the bus driver and sits down. She is wearing jeans and and boots and looking through her purse. The bus driver just exited the bus. The asain guy used his bus pass to scratch his head. The cute girl is applying lipstick and beautifying herself. The bus driver reboards and is standing side his seat sipping something. I woner what he is drinking? Maybe coffee? He is now standing in the entrance of the bus where people would noramlly get on. Maybe he is ahead of schedule and is killing time to catch up. A cute asian girl gets on the bus and takes a seat not very far away from me. She has gorgeous hair, sort of a light chestnut colour to it. She is well groomed. I hear coughing. Who is coughing? I feel unwell. Vaguely.
Time drags on. Why are we waiting here. The bus begins to roar. The bus begins to move. I wonder if taking the bus so often can make you sick. From all the germs of all the people. I am trying to keep my mouth shut. The cute blonde is reading the advertisements on the bus. She must be bored. I should interview her, but I do not want to get up and move. A security guard boards the bus. He is wearing a poppy and has head phones in. I want to interview someone. The bus is beginning to fill. A girl gets n the bus and walks closer to me. I think if someone sits in the seats directly in front of me on my left and right I will ask them if they want to be interviewed. An old lady lets a young lady out. The young lady doesn't get off the bus but instead returns to her seat. A guy just sat down near me and I asked him if he wanted to be interviewed. He said no. I want to interview him but it is of no consequence. I feel vaguely nauseaus and am eager to return home to my apartment.
An asian guy gets on the bus. I want to interview him. I talked with Eric, a chinese guy, but he would not consent to a filmed interview. Apparently he is studying economics. I told him to vote for me in the provincial election. I think our conversation made him uncomfortable and he probably did not understand a lot of what I said, since his English was still rather rudimentary but I did my best to explain things to him and he taught me how to say hello in Cantonese. I wish to learn how to speak Chinese for when I visit Macau. He is a student of economics and I wanted to discuss the subject with him but he did not know much about it, or maybe he couldn't speak English that well. Who is to say. I got him to say my name a few times and told him to vote for me. Maybe that worked... who knows. We'll find out in a year or so.
The bus is returning downtown. I want to go back to my apartment. I feel uneasy and sickish. Maybe i do have a fever. I am over heated. There is a cute girl standing at the front of the bus holding her purse. She just looked back. I need to upload some of the videos from my laptop to my youtube site. The bus is almost back downtown. The great thing about living where I do is most buses go there. I wish I felt better. Maybe I am dehydrated. My urine was very yellow when I gave a urine sample at the hospital.
The bus is turning left on Oxford. Bus blogging is not as fun when you are sober. I wish there was some way I could get high while on the bus, but I do not want to get arrested and I feel like doing drugs on the bus might end up with me getting arrested, so I may have to stick with doing drugs in my apartment and then walking to the bus and getting on the bus. At least I get some exercise this way. eric seemed like a nice guy... I hope he votes for me.
The bus is turning right on Richmond. It is an almost deserted bus. I want to do an interview but no one is sitting close enough to me. Soon. Riding the bus is inconvenient. There is a lot of starting and stopping. Lady Gaga blares in my head phones. Vageuly my head hurts.
This morning I went to the hospital because I was in pain. The doctor was pretty nice and gave me a perscription but the pain had gone away by the time he got there. Luckily I did not die. I took a taxi to the hospital. I thought it was an overdose or withdrawal pain... the doctor told me it couldn't be related to the ketamine. I am not really sure what was going on but I feel a lot bettter now. I vomited earlier today. Also I lost my debit card at some point. Should probably get that replaced. We are at St. Joesphs hospital now and the cute blonde is getting off the bus. All I can see of this girl is her hair. I count four people, aside from myself and the bus driver on this bus. It would be safe to say this is a deserted bus. A lady carries a baby off the bus in a stroller. There is a muslim looking woman and an old guy left. I say she looks like she is a Muslim because she has a purple cloth covering her head. She just looked back at me. Sometimes I ironically call muslims Terrorists. I noticed the inverse punctuation here but left it, although one cannot say I did it purposefully. A hidden lady departs the bus, or prepares to. She was blocked from my sight by the divider. Right now we are at adelaide and huron.
The bus is cruising by some apartment buildings. No one is getting on the bus. I see three people aside from myself and the bus driver. We have the muslim lady from earlier, an old white gentleman and an old ladyish looking person. I say ladyish because I am not 100% sure on the gender from this angle. People beA lady gin to board the bus.
An asian guy who is talking on his phone gets on, as well as a couple of old ladies and a young strange woman. There are many poppies being worn by people. Myself, I do not wear a poppy. The bus waits. A fat girl just got on the bus. A lady gets off the bus. As we sit here waiting the bus vibrates strangely. There is an older woman who's hair is bright red sitting near the front of the bus. That is clearly not her real hair colour... it is sort of a strange purplish red colour. Vaguely reminiscient of a peacock. A very pretty girl boards the bus. She says a few words o the bus driver and sits down. She is wearing jeans and and boots and looking through her purse. The bus driver just exited the bus. The asain guy used his bus pass to scratch his head. The cute girl is applying lipstick and beautifying herself. The bus driver reboards and is standing side his seat sipping something. I woner what he is drinking? Maybe coffee? He is now standing in the entrance of the bus where people would noramlly get on. Maybe he is ahead of schedule and is killing time to catch up. A cute asian girl gets on the bus and takes a seat not very far away from me. She has gorgeous hair, sort of a light chestnut colour to it. She is well groomed. I hear coughing. Who is coughing? I feel unwell. Vaguely.
Time drags on. Why are we waiting here. The bus begins to roar. The bus begins to move. I wonder if taking the bus so often can make you sick. From all the germs of all the people. I am trying to keep my mouth shut. The cute blonde is reading the advertisements on the bus. She must be bored. I should interview her, but I do not want to get up and move. A security guard boards the bus. He is wearing a poppy and has head phones in. I want to interview someone. The bus is beginning to fill. A girl gets n the bus and walks closer to me. I think if someone sits in the seats directly in front of me on my left and right I will ask them if they want to be interviewed. An old lady lets a young lady out. The young lady doesn't get off the bus but instead returns to her seat. A guy just sat down near me and I asked him if he wanted to be interviewed. He said no. I want to interview him but it is of no consequence. I feel vaguely nauseaus and am eager to return home to my apartment.
An asian guy gets on the bus. I want to interview him. I talked with Eric, a chinese guy, but he would not consent to a filmed interview. Apparently he is studying economics. I told him to vote for me in the provincial election. I think our conversation made him uncomfortable and he probably did not understand a lot of what I said, since his English was still rather rudimentary but I did my best to explain things to him and he taught me how to say hello in Cantonese. I wish to learn how to speak Chinese for when I visit Macau. He is a student of economics and I wanted to discuss the subject with him but he did not know much about it, or maybe he couldn't speak English that well. Who is to say. I got him to say my name a few times and told him to vote for me. Maybe that worked... who knows. We'll find out in a year or so.
The bus is returning downtown. I want to go back to my apartment. I feel uneasy and sickish. Maybe i do have a fever. I am over heated. There is a cute girl standing at the front of the bus holding her purse. She just looked back. I need to upload some of the videos from my laptop to my youtube site. The bus is almost back downtown. The great thing about living where I do is most buses go there. I wish I felt better. Maybe I am dehydrated. My urine was very yellow when I gave a urine sample at the hospital.
The bus is turning left on Oxford. Bus blogging is not as fun when you are sober. I wish there was some way I could get high while on the bus, but I do not want to get arrested and I feel like doing drugs on the bus might end up with me getting arrested, so I may have to stick with doing drugs in my apartment and then walking to the bus and getting on the bus. At least I get some exercise this way. eric seemed like a nice guy... I hope he votes for me.
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