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.
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