3:30 is decidedly the worst time to be on the bus. Between the fat children intentionally barking like dogs, spouting swearwords in order to irritate the driver, and the sardine can-esque personal space factor, I rarely enjoy a 3:30 trip home.
I would even go as far as to say that when I start paying out the ass for a car in a couple of months, I probably will not miss the 3:30 bus all that much.
I have too much to talk about this week. I’ve been quiet for so long. What has become of me?
We’ve got a new apartment for May and I have an interview for a possible co-op placement! Excitement follows. So many people I know have this same interview coming up, which is discouraging for me somehow. I’ll have to be really suave to sweep these folks off their feet.
A dirty guy with dreadlocks* told my professor to “hold [his] horses” yesterday when he asked the guy to turn off the metalhead music he had blaring from the earphones of his mp3 player in Stats class. I’m beginning to wonder just who some people are, and what kind of zoo I’m attending school at. When’s feeding time??
God I stink today; I just realized now. I hope no one smelled my B.O.
*Not all guys with dreadlocks are dirty, but most are.