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January 07, 2003 ( Tuesday, January 07, 2003 ) ugh. College is actually about how I'd expect it to be. Nobody really gives a damn about anyone else, which is good in case you do something stupid, but it's hard when you don't know anybody else in your class. Today was the first day of my bus-taking to and from college. It's pretty much a given when I take the bus, that I A) accidently miss the bus B) take the wrong bus , or C) end up having weird people talk to me about their personal lives. The last one happens the most frequent, if not every time I board the bus. Things would have been so much easier if my Philosophy class had actually ended when it was supposed to. But no. For about 15 minutes I sat and listened to this lady talk about many unimportant (at least to me) details of her day to day life which included,but isn't limited to: ripping the first layer of skin off her finger, her recipie for battered and fried fish, how she doesn't drive anymore because she was in a car accident. Another man started telling me the benifits of riding a bike to school. Apparently, my four year son will really enjoy being dropped off at day care in a large red bucket. That's really only the beginning of my troubles while on the bus. And, lucky me, I have 4 months left of meeting the same people, at the same time, waiting for the same freakin' bus as me. And no Deanne, I haven't uploaded the pictures yet. You can take the train right up my ass. Goodnight |
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