Sort of a Protest Blog

Hm. Just upgraded Wordpress and now I’m listening to The Eagles.

The sunny weather is getting to me! I miss the rain :D. I just noticed that this thing changes smilies into real smilies. Anyway, I was grumpy on my bus ride home (as usual) until I get to the skytrain. I stood there waiting for my next bus when I see Lara, Leah, and Emily come out of the special. I think Lara yelled out my name or something but I wasn’t really paying attention to anything. I replied with “where are your paddles?” and then I forgot what happened. Still grumpy til I got onto the bus for my one stop journey. Talked to some random girl and she was really friendly. Randomly thought of those pickup lines from lunch then eventually parted ways.

A lot of interest for the MPH armbands. If you have any questions that I haven’t answered in the thread ask away. I thought about giving the school one of the posters but then it came to me that noone would give a fuck about MPH there.

I recorded myself to see how long my speech was and to see how I sounded. I sound great but I have to up the tempo on the speech. Fritz delayed me again, I have to read it tommorow instead. Geeze.

I want to write more Nash poetry.

Oh my stars. BCFerries has the worst service ever. I was stuck in the lineup for four hours yesterday night and got home at around midnight. I had gone to Victoria the day before and this was my ride home back to the Tsawwassen terminal.

It was kind of interesting though because I bought a model airplane and finished building it way before I got to board the ferry. The car next to mine was filled with some guys from Quebec and they had a bong in the trunk. Yeah, good times.

So what did I actually do in Victoria? Well I met some girl in the hotel lobby but she was checking out already then her dad went and interrupted. That was really lame. It would have been a long-distance call anyway.

I checked out the Military and Navy museum and the Air Museum. I looked at that wax museum too and minature world. Minature world was the worst place ever.

Yeah, I’m still tired from having to wait four hours at Swartz Bay so later.

Oh yeah, NF turned one yesterday! But I was stuck in the line.

I got home late that night. She called me on my cellphone and probably heard my stupid voicemail greeting. She said her parents weren’t home and that she missed me. Messing with my head again, she was.

I know we’ve had our ins and outs but yeah… I want to talk. I know you love me. Come over, my parents aren’t home.

My phone asked me if I wanted to delete the message and I immediately pressed seven. I don’t fucking love you, I never have and never will. It’s a stupid game we’ve played for 2 years. I knew her as a friend but not a close one. We met at a mall, Metrotown actually. It was summer, we watched a movie. I think it was a Harry Potter movie. It doesn’t matter.

I actually thought about going over but I didn’t. I went out for dinner with my parents instead. I couldn’t think of anything else. I’ve been so preoccupied about everything. Make the grades, have fun, keep everything together. But she’s really messed me up again. I’ve been with other girls before, better girls. But she was different. Maybe it’s because she’s fucked up like I can be sometimes. I just don’t care anymore.

My head was still killing me but a lot of things were.

Maybe all I’m supposed to get are the bitches, the psychos, and the mindfuckers. I think I don’t want to play anymore. I’m leaving.

I narrowly made it to the bus today as I wasn’t expecting to actually have to take one today but I made it. A bit out of breath (and a bit out of shape) I made it over the bench and into the bus. I slid my ticket into the validator and walked towards the back of the bus. I headed for the back door and leaned against the barrier, a girl I knew but never really talked to sat accross from where I stood. She stared blankly toward me while I proceeded to look forward. The bus jerked forward and I held onto the support for balance. It was all going as usual until we arrived at the Skytrain station. It smelled particularly foul today as some man was smoking off in the corner. I attempted to restrain my breathing but was urged to cough after a few moments. A girl approached me from the left with her baby in its stroller. This girl couldn’t have been much older than 18. Her face was wrinkled and seemed almost burned. She wore a pink schoolgirl uniform which led me to the conclusion that she was a street worker. I couldn’t decide whether to feel bad for her or not so I resumed feeling nothing about her at all. Who am I to judge anyway?

The next bus came into the terminal and I joined the lineup. This was going to be a short but odd ride. Again, I headed for the back of the bus and stood next to the door. Two minutes or so later the bus was loaded and we moved off out of the terminal. I held onto the railing again and looked out to the right when a man suddenly laughed. I turned to see what was going on and saw a man drawing on a paper coffee cup. I didn’t mind it at first until I noticed he was laughing to himself. The woman beside radiated a feeling of awkwardness. I came to the conclusion that this man suffered from some sort of mental illness so I tried not to stare. We drove on and approached my station when he laughed again. More looked upon him while he sat there not noticing. The cup was gone now, probably resting on his lap so he was drawing on his hand. He drew what appeared to be a man’s head then licked his thumb and poorly rubbed off some of the ink on his hands. A young boy stood beside me talking to his friend about his K’nex Robot and how it would shoot spikes from its arms and cut other robots to pieces. It wasn’t too long ago that I dreamed of fighting robots and played with Legos. Alright, I still play with Lego. I pushed the handlebar on the door and it opened. I walked off the bus and headed home to write this.

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