bus tripping

This bus simply lists as it's route University. There is a guy on the bus at the back wearing sunglasses and a girl who just got on has a pair of shoes dangling from her back pack. The gentleman to her left is sipping Tim Horton's as he listens to another person beside him. The bus is filling now, people are getting on and it is getting crowded.
A girl sits down directly in front of me. She is peering around, anxious not to stare at me but unsure of where to look. She seems nervous. Her backpack is pink with a brownish stain. People seem for the most part stationary and inert. Taking the bus must be an uncomfortable experience.
I wonder where all these people are going... what is their destination... what made them get on this bus? The girl on my left has an interesting pair of mittens. Should I ask her where she got them? Is that rude? What is proper etiquette for bus riding? What are the things one is allowed to do or not do on the bus? I feel like I am taking up too much space, but I also do not want anyone to sit too close to me. I guess I wouldn't be bothered by it. There are eight or 9 people standing. It is probably smarter to be standing on a bus than sitting on a bus... after all, you are gaining the benefit of exercise while standing. I presume most of these individuals on the bus are students... they mostly look like students. The guy in front of me, who is sitting right next to the girl with the dirty pink backpack is tapping his finger with his thumb as he listens to his ipod. There is now a guy standing directly in front of me. He is wearing some sort of a scarf and a poppy. He was facing me but has moved... I guess because he did not want to be rude. Of course no matter where you are on a bus you are going to be staring at someone. The bell dings... stop requested.
The two seats on my left are left momentarily vacant before being filled by a dude with gelled hair who is also listening to head phones. What music is he listening to, I wonder? I asked him. He is listening to Joseph and the Amazing Techni Colour Dream Coat. My sister used to be into that... I am not really sure what it is. We arrive at the university... perhaps people will depart from this bus now, since it is a "University" bus. The girl with her shoes attached to her backpack peered at me momentarily. I am really curious about why she has shoes attached to her backpack. She is now blocked by another girl with roots back pack. The guy who I asked what music he is listening to tried to read what I was writing but I suspet he cannot see the screen. Maybe he I can. Someone almost stepped on my foot. Dangerous hobby, bus riding.
We are now right into the university. I wonder if this bus will turn around and take me home so I can do more drugs and go out bus-blogging again. This hobby makes me ridiculously happy. I just asked a guy if he wanted to be interviewed but he declined. Owing to that experiment I predict that if I ask someone else they will also say no, so I will wait for a bit and then ask someone when that does not harbour over things. There is a term for that I think, for how people imitate and copy... I forget what I am talking about... also I don't think harbour was the right word. Maybe he said no because he knew he was getting off the bus. Almost everyone is getting off the bus now. It will be a lot less crowded, which can only be a good thing. As people depart I take a look at their feet... very interesting feet these people. The bus is completely empty now, except for myself, the bus driver and a girl at the front. Apparently the bus is called a "tripper" bus... that is what the bus driver told me. Very fitting.
Now I am waiting at the bus stop. I am not sure where to go or what to do. I think I want to go back to my apartment to do more drugs. What a silly hobby I have... but how amusing it is to me. I could catch the Wonderland but I have no idea what to do with that bus and I don`t think it takes me downtown. I hope I am waiting at the right bus stop... it is funny how I don`t know what bus I am going to catch, or where I am going to takehere is a d of makes the whole 'waiting' for a bus thing totally irrelevant... yet I still wish the bus would hurry up and arrive. There are a lot of girls here at the university... another bus arrives... this one is "not in service"... damn busses... I paid good money for my bus pass I want to use it! Apparently the 2 dundas should be here in two minutes... that is what the electronic display sign says. An interesting looking girl holding a manilla envelope walk racces by. A girl clutching her wallot has a worried look on her face. A grl w steps out from behind a pillar. She is holding her phone an clutching her fist nervously. A blonde looks lost. The 2C dundas arrives. I better get on. This is my bus. I head straight for the back. This is a very long bus... it looks like two busses stuck together. Busses smell funny and they vibrate. Slowly the bus begins to fill. If anyone sits near me, I will ask them if they would like to be interviewed. So far everyone has sat mostly to the front and middle of the bus, there is only one girl in the section past the last doors. She has a purple burret in her hair. A guy wearing a Miami sweater sits down in front of me.
A cute blonde gets on the bus and makes her way back but sits down nearly half way. The bus is getting packed.
I just had a long conversation with Nick, a fifth year math student. He consented to an interview but sadly my camcorder was out of charge. I need to get home to charge it ASAP. We are at oxford and riverside currently. I want to upload this blog as well. Nick voted NDP federally and we talked about that briefly... I told him to vote for me and shook his hand. He seemed like a nice guy. Did not vote in the federal election. It was a pretty good conversation... I felt I represented the libertarian party well. I need to use the word libertarian more often when speaking with people about politics. Make some converts. The bus went over a jump and I let out a woooo! It turned some heads. We are arriving now downtown... I will get out at Central or Colborne... Colborne I guess. Go back to my apartment and do some more drugs. I need to find a way to do the drugs while on the bus. That is really crucial. Bus tripping should be the name of my bus. Everyone but me and a brownish fellow are off the bus... he looked back at me so I said hello. He just took another look. I am smiliing hilariously. Today is a great day.
I am at Dundas and Richmond momentarily before continuing on. This is a noisy bus. Clarence, then Wellington, then Colborne. Soon I will get off the bus. Soon. The bus turns left on Wellington. How great!