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Friday, March 6, 2009
I Rode the Bus and I Liked It: Bus Rides With Miko & Kiko 1:22 PM

Not really.

 

I used a purple bus for the first time in my entire life today. (What an odd coincidence, Izaq rode the purple bus for the first time ever yesterday as well! Either everyone’s parents can’t pick them up anymore or we’ve been hanging out with Miks & Kiks way too much.) But anyway, my first time. Like ever.

 

It was... short. Well, my house is only about 5 minutes from school. Ha-ha. But it was sort of fun. In some twisted way.

 

 

Chels: Dude. We’re almost to my house. How do I make the bus stop?

Miko: You tell the bus driver to stop.

Chels: How?

Miko: You just tell him to.

Chels: Will you do it please? Never done it before so...

Miko: I’m not saying it. [to Kiks] Don’t say it.

Kiks: I’m not saying it.

Chels: My house is right there! We’re gonna pass it!

Miko: We’re not saying it.

Kiko: No way, nuh-uh.

Chels: Seriously! If you don’t stop the bus I’m not gonna talk to you guys ever again in my entire life!

 

 

Nothing could be more pointless than threatening not to talk to Miko or Kiks for the rest of my life, but... it works. Got down right at my stop and all I have to do now is cross my fingers and hope my mom won’t mind me using public transport. I know. It’s public transport, but you don’t know my mom. Or dad, for that matter.

 

I think I’m gonna be using the bus more often now. I need rides to school and music class and all and my parents won’t be around as much to pick me anymore, seeing as they transferred companies and have strict-ass rules about leaving the office before hours. Actually no, I don’t mind using the purple limo from now on.

 

Haha. That’s so weird, me using the bus... everyday. It’s definitely something new. Oh gosh, what’s wrong with me today? I sound boring. Anyway, I gotta go, my Commerce and POA textbooks await and if I continue to ignore them any longer, I’d be getting Fs for my tests tomorrow. God save the queen.

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-Indecision Is a Bitch (Pardon the Vulgarity)
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