Misadventuring Me
So here I am at school finally. I have just completed my first trip upon the Metro via two different bus lines. I have ridden the bus before, once or twice, a long time ago when I was living with Matt down in Clifton, but that was only to the downtown Library and it was under the supervision of someone who was experienced in riding the bus before (namely Matt). No this was the first time I took the 71 express downtown to hook up with another bus to take me up to school.
So how was it, you may ask. Well, to tell the truth, it was a dismal failure. Ha ha ha ha… This is how retarded I am, to start off my journey I got onto the wrong bus. The Metro website said only one bus stopped at the site where I got on, but I guess they were wrong. I didn’t even look at the bus number when I climbed up on board. Then I looked like a total moron asking the bus driver what the hell I was supposed to do next. The bus driver simply grunted and pointed to the money collector and took off before I could pay. So I fumbled around trying to slide a dollar into the machine while Mr. Caveman driver sped round turns and such. Anyway, long story short, I somehow managed to find a stop where a bus which was supposed to go to UC stops, and got off bus number one. Then I did it again, don’t ask me how, but I got on the wrong bus again. But again luck was in my favor and this bus also went close to Clifton. I decided to cut my losses and just get off the damn thing and walk up the hill with the desire not to screw up anymore. Sadly I watched the bus run up the next hill and go towards campus.
But who cares, right? Who cares that I am the day’s total jackass? I needed the exercise anyway right? I did have two hours before class began, so why not just hunker down and start walking up the hill? Oh well, Mr. Announcer please give my award for jackass-of-the-day to charity. I have no room for it in my back pack, and I got to start climbing this here hill.
Well, I am out of here. Though I may have an hour left before class, I hear some geology homework calling my name, and I am tired of sharin’. Stay tuned every Tuesday for More Misadventures on the Metro with Michael.
Peace out peoples,
-sib-
So how was it, you may ask. Well, to tell the truth, it was a dismal failure. Ha ha ha ha… This is how retarded I am, to start off my journey I got onto the wrong bus. The Metro website said only one bus stopped at the site where I got on, but I guess they were wrong. I didn’t even look at the bus number when I climbed up on board. Then I looked like a total moron asking the bus driver what the hell I was supposed to do next. The bus driver simply grunted and pointed to the money collector and took off before I could pay. So I fumbled around trying to slide a dollar into the machine while Mr. Caveman driver sped round turns and such. Anyway, long story short, I somehow managed to find a stop where a bus which was supposed to go to UC stops, and got off bus number one. Then I did it again, don’t ask me how, but I got on the wrong bus again. But again luck was in my favor and this bus also went close to Clifton. I decided to cut my losses and just get off the damn thing and walk up the hill with the desire not to screw up anymore. Sadly I watched the bus run up the next hill and go towards campus.
But who cares, right? Who cares that I am the day’s total jackass? I needed the exercise anyway right? I did have two hours before class began, so why not just hunker down and start walking up the hill? Oh well, Mr. Announcer please give my award for jackass-of-the-day to charity. I have no room for it in my back pack, and I got to start climbing this here hill.
Well, I am out of here. Though I may have an hour left before class, I hear some geology homework calling my name, and I am tired of sharin’. Stay tuned every Tuesday for More Misadventures on the Metro with Michael.
Peace out peoples,
-sib-
the Omnipotent... Everybody loves SuperInsignificantBoy wrote this at 5:25 PM
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Hmmmm...sounds just like a normal day in my life.
Nice to know I'm not the only one tho' -tee hee-
yeah...
*sigh*
though, i'd rather not look like a complete jackass all the time... is that too much to ask?
*sigh*
I suppose you're right...
I guess if I look at it like this one comedian i heard said, "Perhaps life would all be easier if you all just admit your dorks..."
I mean, you know those times where you're walking down a crowded street and your feet seem to trip over nothing at all, and you do that little stumble thing? Yeah, instead of looking sheepish and embaressed, just throw your arms up and scream "TAH-DAH! I meant to do that!" and just keep going on...
People spend too much energy trying to stick that "cool-stick" up their asses... By the end of the day, it's just got to wear them out... I mean something like that little trip can ruin a person like that's whole day...
so I dunno...
I got nothin'
Oh - I regualarly am found with shoes intent on detatching themselves from my feet while my hair blows in front of my eyes so I can't see, at exactly the moment my bag strap decides to break, spilling the contents all over the street, into the path of on-coming traffic (sigh).
As for the tripping and stumbling thing - well, I have been known to do better and full-on FALL OVER right in the shopping centre, while passers-by either laugh and point or stare at me like I'm a complete fuckwit...did I tell you about the time I even managed to fall off a bridge into a lake? I was on a date at the time...God, that was awful!
Yeah. I think these things make you an interesting person. It shows an honesty and vulnerability...well, its always worked for me!!!
ha ha ha
in a lake you say...
ha ha ha
sounds like a lovely evening out...
Yep.
I sort of flew; it must have been quite magnificent; shouting "fffufuuuukkkkk!" as I went...then SPLOSH.
I'm not the greatest swimmer ("drowning" I call it), so it was as well that the lake wasn't very deep - but it was March and pretty cold.
And I had to stay in those wet things until I got home...y'know, about five or six hours later...oh, how I laughed about it - later, MUCH later
ha ha ha
that would have been hilarious...
Did your date laugh their ass off???
I would have... wouldn't have been able to help it...
incidenty, you're "not the greatest swimmer" is a very odd... I mean you do live on an island... how can you not be a good swimmer?
There are too many times I hear of accidental drownings because the poor sod couldnt swim... How do people not know how to swim at all? Just seems wierd that's all... no offense...
Oh no - I can swim ok, I'm just not brilliant at it. But Mother never learnt to swim; she hates the water. Its not something we do in school; I guess if your parents aren't into sport then you never get to learn.
And no-one in their right mind goes in the sea here...it's FR--RRRRRRRRR--EEZING all year round! And yes, there is the odd shark, which is majorly off-putting.
Uh - did he laugh? Yes. But he did help me out, bless 'im. And it was something we laughed about for ages after. Until we went out one night and some random person threw an egg at him, which broke and went all over his new shirt...which then became the new "funny incident", hahahahaahah
Um - you do realise that my "little" island is still nearly 800 miles top to tip and up to 200 miles across at the widest point?
Wow, that's only 2,697,441 square miles less than mine... and I know how to swim...
ha ha ha
ask me how far away I am from the coast...
Oh okay, you can wim, but still... isnt it amazing that there are those who cannot???
I guess I buy the cold water deal, but, water is cold everywhere... at least until sept. or so, when it finally heats up down south... only to be warm because the air above it is now cold as hell...
In america, swimming isn't so much a sport, but a leisure activity... every neighborhood has a pool, and many houses have their own private one... it's what we neighborhood kids used to go do durring the summers... hang out at the pool for nine hours (or the woods, the grocery store--stealing candy bars)...
Ah...its a bit different here (ok - so I do mean COLDER).
No-one has a pool; it would be insanity 'cos there's only about 2 days a year you could use it.
So we have the BMX bikes, skateboarding or roller-blading. And then sitting in the park, drinking cider and smoking fags -grin-...and hanging outside shops, frightening old people -grin-
there are such things as indoor pools
if you (plural you) aint got em, that is for sux...
if you do have them, and you don't use them, then I say that you are for sux....
A pool sitting idle wasted is the only type of blasphemy there is...
Hahahahahaha - 'course we have indoor pools. They live in leisure centres and are generally frequented by fuckin' tiny screaming brats who shit and piss in them.
As a kid I was always more interested in the Roller D (roller disco, YEAH!) in the huge sports hall next to the pool...and fighting...I had two gangs; I was in both but told each I was really their leader but was going to pretend to be in the other gang as a spy. It meant I got to fight twice as many people, which is great when you're seven...
ha ha ha ha
no gangs for me...
I grew up comfortable in my nice suburban setting away from all that nonsense...
though, I guess all the parents in our neighborhood hated my brother and I, we were little hellians... "Damn you Merz boys!" was often heard up and down the street...
There were others that went around with us, but they were tollerated...
So...what was the craziest thing you ever did?
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