I had to run to my bus stop this morning. It was rather embarrassing, yet I totally deserved it with my prideful thoughts. Usually I walk out my door around 6:10-6:15AM and have a little time to spare upon arriving at the bus-stop. Today, I left my house at 6:19 AM. I should have started running immediately after getting to the street, but was too prideful to do so when two girls came walking onto the same sidewalk with their dog. I didn't want them to see that I was obviously late, when they would observe my head bobbing and unbalanced bag wavering behind me on my back. Instead, I chose to walk briskly. I rounded the corner and what did I see? The bus making it's turn onto the street nearing quickly where I needed to be standing. I bolted as soon as I saw it while praying in my head that he would either 1) drive by me and not see my pathetic self running with great amazon-like effort and thinking to himself "sucka, she should have been there on-time! Maybe next time!" or 2) see my sad, out of shape body running towards him in hopes to find a merciful bus driver await my presence on the bus.
He waited! So did everyone else on the bus. All were staring at me when I boarded and I am sure that they all watched me run a block and a half to join on. I thanked the bus driver for waiting when I arrived... and also when I got off at the U. Maybe I will send in a compliment to UTA regarding this specific driver and acknowledge his compassion for the young straggler Thursday morning...
On another note:
1) School is kicking my trash. I am grateful it is. It is nice to have something to do with my brain outside of work to serve as a distraction from the incessant complaining thoughts that occupy my mind of how terrible my job is when I come home.
2) I am seriously contemplating the philosophies of Henry Thoreau and thinking that his way of life might be really good for me. Some of his theories match my own and I wonder what it would be like to live almost with nothing, work 6 weeks out of the year, and devote the rest of my time to study to avoid the evil that the commercial world inevitably offers.
3) Frugality is not always bad. I have been cooking more which has been nice. I love cooking and with my limited funding I have been forced to make a lot of things from scratch. The highlight of this week's cooking has been Extra Hot Buffalo Wing sauce. Okay, so it has been the high light for the past two weeks, but none the less it is fantastic! I can't even remember the last time I ate out.
I started riding the bus (obviously as stated above), since I get a free bus pass for being a student, and have loved ALMOST every minute of it. I get time to brush up on my studies on my way to school. I get to read the paper on the way home. I enjoy the scenery, including the cute hairy man that gets on the bus with me at the U and gets off somewhere in Sugarhouse.
Freeway drivers definitely hate me. On my drive to work, since that is the only time I ever drive my car, I stay in the right lane and never go over 55 MPH. Yes, the speed limit is 65 MPH. I am a jerk, but also just trying to conserve my gas. Vehicles always get better gas mileage when driving between 55-60 MPH, therefore I have fewer fill-ups. I really don't mind semi's passing me anymore, or getting stuck behind the really slow Uhaul truck drivers. In fact, I get excited when I am able to get behind them because they always go slower than the speed limit.
Despite my life-long worries, things are really great right now...
If you were here a couple weekends ago, when Katie stayed the night, and you shared the brief moments of reading through my old adolescent journals that had nothing but love poems to the boys I thought I loved... you would be glad that I didn't make up any ridiculous poems to attach to this
So instead I am going to post a few pictures of you
that have people in them that love you
And memories that you will never forget
With family that makes you laugh
and a bratty sister that can never resist throwing in pictures like this even though I know you will hate me for it. You are the one that took it though.
If you were here a couple weekends ago, when Katie stayed the night, and you shared the brief moments of reading through my old adolescent journals that had nothing but love poems to the boys I thought I loved... you would be glad that I didn't make up any ridiculous poems to attach to this
So instead I am going to post a few pictures of you
that have people in them that love you
And memories that you will never forget
With family that makes you laugh
and a bratty sister that can never resist throwing in pictures like this even though I know you will hate me for it. You are the one that took it though.
