i spent more time today on the bus than not, so naturally today was absolute shit.
generally my days are all the same:
-get up at 6:30am
-out of the house by 7:20am
-hour bus ride to school
-class from 8:30am til 4:30pm
-hour bus ride home
-go boxing straight from home til 6:30pm
-homework til 8:30pm
-bed usually between 11:00pm or 12:00am
-rinse and repeat
but today i got to sleep in til 9:45am and i was the happiest person in the world.. until i had to get the bus. sometimes i think the people on the bus aren't real, like they are actors or something, paid to look that ridiculous and act so creepy.
for instant today an old man stared at me for the longest time i actually thought he was trying to shoot lasers or levitate me. he noticed i was creeped out by this whole thing, and he tried to play it off. (not this time buddy.) he said "excuse me, can i ask you a silly question?" and i said "uh, yeah." and he began "i was just wondering what your mother's name was, you look like someone i once knew." and i lied to him, said something like joan little or something. and it was sooo clear he just wanted me to know he wasn't a diddler. but i think he deep down actually was one.
today i had to go to the oral surgeons (that's why i slept in; any excuse to not go to class), and i got there at 11:30am and my appointment wasn't until 12:30pm. i had nowhere to be and i wanted to avoid the shops because i have a spending habit i like to control. so i went into the clinic(i don't think this is the right word, it was the place were you wait, with the chairs) and started fiddling with my phone to avoid small talk with the elderly. unfortunately that is the hardest thing to do in life and this cute old man started commenting about the size of my purse. something like "gee, that sure's small bag, how do ya keep all yer things init?" and i smiled and gave him an acknowledgment laugh. which is the wrong thing to do because he started to pour out his life story right there in that room with the chairs and the old magazines. just for the record he loved to dabble in art of crafting with leather (hens why he commented on my purse).
so like an hour was wasted by that old man and he left, so i was left to wait another thirty minutes on my own with the chairs. i put my headphones on and started to listen to some VLR, and the teeth-nurse called me into the room with the plastic la-z-boy and i actually waited there for two-fucked-up hours. just enough time to see a new batch of kids fucked out of their heads from getting their wisdom teeth out. and this one guy was hil-fucking-arious, for a bit..
he was asking all these dumb questions like "do i have a bald spot" "should i feel tingly" "is that girl looking at me" "can i swallow" etc. but then he started to sing, really loud, a song i don't know. it was awful. anyways. this was over very soon, they wheeled him away.
my appointment literally took seconds (in my head), he came in felt the muscles in my jaw, and then took out a tiny pair of scissors and a tiny pair of pliers. the interns piled in, and he did his procedure (which was pretty much, cutting some skin around my poking-out-jawbone and snapping the bit that you could see off, and putting in two stitches), it was nothing big. and i got up and went to the bus stop (didn't want to be late for my accounting class) i went to the bus stop and there was a guy hanging off the bus shelter doing chin-ups. cool, that's not weird or anything. then another guy shows up and comes over to me and says "have you been waiting here long?" and i get out my phone look at the time and say "no, not too.." and he then interrupts me and says "can i get your phone number?" umm, no. who the hell are you? i then made up some lame excuse along the lines of "this isn't actually my phone.." and he left me alone. also i have to note there was a lady at the bus stop holding a bag of seaweed, she was also eating it. it was vile.
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