Anyway, I started college a week and a half ago. I told you ALL about it in the Rosetta Stone. It will be in the history books.
However, the really important/harrible (imagine Shirley Maclaine's voice saying "horrible") thing I want to get across in this post is...buses. And the harribleness thereof.
The first few days of school were so nice. I was dropped off and picked up by various cool people. It was all good. Then came the day.
I had to ride a bus to college.
I hate buses. (Truth be told, I've only ever ridden on one in Portland.)
Now, this animosity towards the public transportation system may be slightly unnecessary. BUT SERIOUSLY, I have been watching A LOT of The Fugitive this summer (my library finally got all three seasons that are on DVD).
Buses are not happy places in The Fugitive (also if Robert Duvall shows up ever, it's NOT going to end well for the Doctor).
The bus is either hijacked, blown up, flipped over, or has various law enforcement officials on board who enjoy escorting innocent people to the electric chair.
I was fully certain that the man (who oddly resembled Robert Duvall) sitting across from me was going to start taking hostages at any time.
Obviously, my thought process is highly rational.
|Avoid public transportation, Dr. Richard Kimble!|
It's like the time a few months ago, when I had been watching tons of The Saint. I heard a loud beeping noise coming through my wall from my brother's room (it ended up being his computer), and I didn't even stop to think before running out of my room and almost all the way out of the house.
It was clearly a bomb.
Placed in my brother's room by some communist spy.
I'm not joking.
(Was this post, not just THE best for a triumphant return to blogging?! ;-D How is everyone?!"