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.
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