Well, it is freezing and I am standing at this stop, mitten-less, to make this blog post on my phone. So I hope whoever is reading this appreciates my dedication to the blog. It is coming! And I'm on the 140.
On the way home now, across from a cowboy with a Reese's jacket and next to a father-son goth duo.

At the bus stop. In the rain. But, at least I'm heading home. The 766 is crowded today! I am sitting across fom a balding man with dreadlocks and a cross and star of David around his neck. Someone in the back is cackling. I wish I knew what about. Somebody is saying "it fit last time, so it has to fit now!" I also wish I knew what that was about. The gal next to me keeps pulling really strange faces. Dreadlock Dude just smiled. All his teeth are gold.

Waiting for the 766...
On now, but there's only 8 people on right now, including myself and the driver. One od the people on here is a smelly guy with a big duffle bag full of... something.
The bus squeaks every time it turns right.
People are getting on! Some wacko just asked if they could "borrow" my phone. No thank you, I'd rather just blog about you. Her buddy is borrowing someone else's phone and telling his boss how he's running late to work because he had to hustle some people for bus money. More people piling in. And now every seat is full.
Someone is sneezing and coughing and hacking away. His germs better not fly up here. Sometimes I can't believe I've never caught some deathly disease from the people on the bus.

Made it onto the 140! Unfortunately, it's very full. I am standing while blogging and holding a heavy backpack and motorcycle helmet. It's very tricky.
Oh no! Screaming baby on board! The girl across from me has sparkly basketball shoes. They also have velvet on them. I wonder if she can actually play in them or if they're just for show.

stink and bling

On the 66 again. What is wrong with me? Sure doesn't smell pleasant on here. A really old man with a long beard is sitting across from me. His stare is kind of creeping me out. The guy next to him has a whole lot of bling going on. 5 necklaces, 7 rings, and 2 bracelets. All gold. In coloring, not the actual element.
On the 140 now. There's two guys across from me speaking Spanish and two guys next to me talking in sign language. What a cultural bus experience. Oh no, here come a bunch od high school kids. They're taking
up all the room!

Buses I Try Not to Take

So... I'm running late again, which means another bus that I don't usually take. Today, it's the 31. I'm at the stop right now, next to this kid who is hitting his older brother with his backpack. Now they are both tangled in one of the straps.
Not much is happening on the 31.
Off the 31 and onto the 66. I usually avoid the 66 at all costs, because the creepiest people ride the 66. I guess I'm among the creepiest today. Here come a whole bunch of them. Guy with a bag of laundry, gal with lip ring, guy with Lincoln-style tophat, and grandma with straw farmer's hat. Here come more! It's like the Foot Book or something . There's this kid with bangs so long, he has to flick his head every two seconds so he can see.
Another kid obviously has an Afro, but wants to be emo. His hair is straightened but isn't doing very well at lying flat. A comic-clasher is next to me now. He has a Green Lantern (DC) ring, and a Spider-man (Marvel) hoodie.

Ran to to catch the 777. Missed it. So I am waiting for whatever bus comes next.
On the 766, middle section. It's pretty full today.
Now I am waiting for the 140 and the sun is very bright. I can't really see the screen. Okay, on the 140. Stinks like Top Ramen. Lots of people piling in right now. The guy next to me is rapping in a really high voice on the phone to someone. It's quite bizarre. He keeps saying stuff like "let me spin ya somethin else" and "you gonna roll with me this Friday?"
Oh, and here come a guy with half a head of hair. And a really smelly guy who just sat down righ next to me. Tryint hard not to breathe! He moved! Hooray!
Th guy next to me has short pants on and long argyle socks.

Celery

So... on the 157 today, a bus I have never been on, but, I missed the 766. Now I am waiting for a bus to show up at Central. There is a plastic plate with celery on it here.
Sure hope a bus comes soon. I'm running late and this bench is freezing.
Okay, I am on the 777 now, heading toward school! It smells like celery on this bus. I wonder if it has to do with the plate full of the stuff at the stop.
Lots of people getting on right now. There's an old man with a pink plaid shirt and a pipe among them.

Two Months

It has now been two months since I started this blog, and I have to say, it has changed me.
Before, I used to wear headphones with nothing playing, so people wouldn't talk to me. Now, I strike up conversations with strangers and eavesdrop on arguments.
I used to try to sit by myself and avoid all the creepy people. Now, I pick the most crowded part of the bus, and sit next to the strangest person I can find.
I used to avoid taking the bus. Now, I look forward to it.

People

Very noisy at the bus stop today. A whole bunch of hippies are having a protest across the street in front of the university, and every car that drives by is honking the driver's approval or disapproval.
On the bunch next to me, this drunk guy with bloodshot eyes is talking about Canada. "Canada! I always wanted to go o Canada and do a show there!"
Now, I am on the 766, heading toward the 140. And now I am at the 140 stop. I am sitting next to this gal who keeps coughing and it sounds like a duck.
On the bus, heading toward the other campus. A bunch of high-school kids just got on. One has two inch gauges in his ears. Gross. Another... well I can't really see his face because all his hair is in the way. A guy with spider web tattoos on his ears just got on.
Getting off now...

Quote from the driver: "catch the next bus, dude. I don't want you sleepin on my bus again!"
The guy next to me is rubbing some kind of weird lotion all over his arms and face. I would lke to think it's just sun screen, but you never know about those weirdos on the bus.
Behind me, this little man with a beard has his head on the shoulder of a very big woman with some bright lipstick. It's an odd sight.

Million-Year-Old Stop

So this is the ancient bus stop I ended up waiting at the other day when I got on the 140 that was really the 141.

One of Those Days

Waiting for the 140 and this girl with pink streaks in her hair and several facial piercings walks by, moaning and howling like some bus stop ghost.
Next to me is a girl with bright pink lipstick and a cigarette in her mouth. On her other side, a very tall man with a vest and a walking stick is standing. Lipstick girl only has one sock on. Man with stick is now smoking something funny. And, he's wearing a hat that says "SAY NO TO DRUGS." Oh, the irony.
On the bus now. Sitting across from another girl with pink hair. The driver just announced, "everyone knows this is the 141?"
WHAT?
Why on earth would the lights on the front of the bus display "140" if it is NOT the 140 bus? Oh, I am glad I left early.
Now I'm on the 140 and it smells horrid. It reeks like vomit. Oh, I want to get off.

Freezing on this bench. All of the bus stop benches are made of metal, so sitting on them makes you very cold. Sometimes I take a text book out if my backback and sit on that. It actually does make me a little warmer. On the heated bus now! A few seats down from me is this very very grumpy-looking woman. She looks angry, and she's wearing all black... except for her butterfly socks.
More people just got on: a nerd boy, a tall, lanky guy with his hair in braids of random sizes. Oh, there is another guy with a curly ponytail, but this one has a bandana headband. Then some kid with saggy bggy pants took so long paying with change, I'm pretty sure he paid in pennies.

So, it's really hot on the bus right now. However, I am hiding from someone I know, so my sweatshirt is on and my hood is up. I'm getting pretty toasty in here. My stop is coming up soon, thank goodness. Wahoo! I made it!
I am now waiting for the next bus and it is free-zing.
Finally on the bus.
A middle-aged woman just had this conversation on her phone:
"I can't talk now, I'm on the bus! I don't wanna text! I'll call you later!" You'd think she was a teenager.
There sure are a lot of smelly peopleon this particular bus. It smells like a sweaty swamp.

The Things People Wear...

We've got some interesting outfits today. There's a lady in nice shoes and slacks with a Tweety-bird scrubs shirt. The man next to me has a seriously bad 90s sweater on, knitted and brown. The gal across from me is wearing a neon pink tracksuit. On comes a lady in a brown hat with a wide brim and a mustard-yellow hoodie. What occasion is she dressed for?

The Ups and Downs

I am sitting on the only dry part of the bench-- clearly someone else's butt has been there recently. I will try not to think too hard about that. I hardly had to wait at all. I am on the 777 heading toward the 140. Across from me, there is a man in a long black coat, rubbing his hands together evilly. A guy near the front has very crossed eyes. It's hard to tell what exactly he is looking at. And older guy, who should really know better, is wearing a cap with the rim popped up, like he's eight or something.
Now waiting for the 140. And I'm on! I haven't had this much not-waiting in a long time.
Someone has something that smells very strongly of fake cheese. It's stinking up the whole bus. It smells worse than McDonald's in here. The cheese is toxic.

On the 766. It's busier than usual today. However, no one too exciting is on right now. My sister is telling me all about how everyone in her second grade class was dumb except for her. An old lady in the most hideously brown pattered shirt just got on. The man next to me has a big metal yard stick. It looks more like a weapon than a ruler. That thing definitely would not be allowes on an airplane.
There's a lot more people piling in. A guy with a long braid, and a guy with a long hat. Ooh, and a guy with a curly ponytail but no hair on top. Getting off soon...