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.