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.