New layout? Yes? Yes? Yes.
Sorry. I lied about the posting tomorrow. Things like that usually happen when I make a commitment.
Anyway, I've been noticing more and more lately, that my body's internal clock seems to work only on half/hourly intervals. My bus leaves at 6:54. I THINK I'LL HAVE TO DISAGREE THERE.
God, it drives me nuts! Of all the abituary numbers to choose, WHYYY 54? I CAN'T GET THERE AT A '54th' MINUTE. I keep missing that bus (which, by the way, is the fastest, least going-to-jargon-destinations route there is. Plus, I don't need to change buses on this route) which usually ends up with me deciding to take a completely random bus to the city that takes approx. 1 hour to get there, by which time the bus which I need to catch from the city has left only a minute earlier and will decide, instead of coming once every 15 minutes, to skip a couple of busses and take about 45 mins. And when it does decide to come, I'll be a simple hour late for school.
FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE.
[oh. I just saw the little autosavedoobyfunctionthingy, and it last saved at 10:54. *sigh*]
Speaking of bus stations and etc., I have a dream. No, not to be a bus driver, but rather, TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR A TRAIL OF COMPACTION BEFORE I LEAVE SCHOOL!
PEE.ESS.: DEAR 'THE LIVING END': GET YOURSELF A REAL BASS PLAYER, WHO HAS A REAL BASS, PLUGGED INTO A REAL AMP, WHERE YOU CAN HEAR REAL NOISE COMING OUT OF IT, instead of some prentencious, image-seeking, "cool", "alternative" crap.
Labels: 54, bass, bus, compaction, half, hour, the living end