Yes, They Still Exist

I was really really really close to missing my bus this morning. I'm talking the poor driver had to open the door back up I was so late...Late. But whatever, I made it.
 When I got on the bus, however, I immediately wished I hadn't been so late. ALL the seats were full and multiple people were standing. So, much to my dismay, I took off my huge backpack and got ready to stand all the way down to orem.
 Then a man, probably in his late thirties and cutely brown (i like those kind of men), offered me his seat. I asked if he was sure and he replied "of course."

People, they still exist.

I missed out on getting a seat because I was late. This was in no way the man's problem, but he was a gentlemen. I graciously accepted his offer, I love chivalrous men. They still exist, on public transportation :)

Only in College

Some days are more interesting than others. Today was one of those "some days."
I got on the bus and as soon as we drove away someone began playing the ukulele. Seriously. ALL THE WAY DOWN TO OREM. People, this is not hawaii.
THEN...after my first class I was hustling to meteorology and there was a girl dressed as Pikachu. WTF. She had ears, a tail, and pikachu pajama pants. Have you no shame? At all?
Oh people, it gets better.
The other night chelsea told me she saw some strange people walking around at BYU with cloaks on. Yes, full on, hood and everything, just walked out of harry potter, cloaks. I laughed, thinking "only at BYU."
I was mistaken.
In my meteorology class....someone had on a full on green cloak. Nothing says fall like a hooded cloak.
Take your pick, today was a day full of  college weirdos.
Thank goodness tomorrow is friday.

Another story from Public Transportation

Yes, I am still riding the bus. I like it. I like having an hour to read my text books or the newspaper. I like having time to be productive. I also like not having people flip me off because i'm driving  mph in the construction zones. PEOPLE...that is the speed limit and i can not afford a ticket. Also, i have a new fear of crashing my car. The less i drive it, the less likely that is. Don't worry, in four years when it's paid off, i'll drive again.
ANYWAYS...so the bus today was an adventure.
I should have know it would be when i miss EVERY SINGLE STOPLIGHT on the way to the station.
or when i had to pull over for the firetruck and ambulance.
maybe i could have gotten the hint when i made it to the stop and the bus was already leaving. but no...i am persistant. I decided to drive a bit of the route and catch up with the bus.
when i got on i, as well as three others, had to stand. with a humungo backpack mind you. I felt so self concious. Then a couple people got off and i made it to a seat. i started reading my history book. SUDDENLY...a loud mouth lady gets on the phone and calls UTA to complain about the bus. While she's on it?! she was mad that people had to stand. she argued it was a health hazard...to stand? lady, that's why we have legs. she's all loud an complaining for like fifteen minutes.  it was awkward for us all. then some kids get on the bus. they're talking and the same loud mouth lady shouts to them..."NO SWEARING" super loud. everyone just looks around. they weren't swearing. haha
then some other girl runs up to the front of the bus and grabs the trash can. bus sickness. great.
she needs a seat, so a kid beside me gives her his seat. the whole time i'm picturing her throwing up on me. ya, i know....i'm the worst. then the loud mouth lady yells to the bus driver "bus driver, there are some kids swearing back here." he pulls the bus over and scolds the boys. i still haven't heard a swear word. then we get to school. thank goodness! i'm praying for a less active ride home.

in other news...something weird is happening to me. I'm sick. not like a cold...but i can't eat anything. I'm hungry, then i go to eat and gag and get sick. (no i'm not preggo. i haven't even kissed a boy in 11 months.) i'm just sick. i haven't "eaten" since monday night. i've just had lots of water! and some soup broth. but i'm not complaining...Maybe i'll have a reverse freshman fifteen. that'd be great.

in other other news. i have a date on saturday. i'm excited. maybe i'm not as pathetic as i think.

a Tid-Bit i forgot to share about the Public Bus

the public bus.

it is truly something i have experienced...however for multiple reasons including the preservation of my new beloved car, i'll be riding it for a while. my first day's bus ride goes as follows:

My dad and I planned out my whole route the night before school. I planned out what time I would leave the house, what time I would get to the station, and the route I would take to the station. I had my route 811 map handy and I was ready to go. (but most definitely nervous) When I woke up the morning of...my first day of college, my dad offered to ride over to the bus station with me to make sure I got there okay. (isn't he the greatest? answer. yes.) so we rode over so the sandy station. I saw a group of adults with backpacks on and my dad and I headed their direction. I tested out my student id/bus pass on a tap on-off machine outside the train, and with the confirmation that it was indeed working, my dad left me to get on trax.
my bus was about five minutes late.
not a big deal, but when you are standing around, with a bunch of strangers...it becomes a big deal.

I got to orem with plenty of time to spare.
then i went to classes. my last professor let us out of class about ten minutes early, so i decided to high tail it to the bus stop to make the 6:44 bus instead of the 7:05 bus i'll normally take.
You would not believe how fast my 33inch legs were moving...while looking at my watch. i guarantee people were frightened.
I made the bus.
BIG mistake.

This was the looney bus. no joke.
the bus was almost completely full, except for a couple seats in the front. I sat by a very, very old man. i'm talking like 82 to be exact. old.
across from us are the LOUDEST guys i've ever met. one has a i'm-traveling-the-world-as-a-free-spirit-back-packer-type-back-pack on. and the other has a harley t-shirt.
that was my first clue.
A lady with tattoos (relevant to the story) sits in the seat beside me with a white teenage Buddhist.
public transportation.

this odd group begins talking and of course, soon after they start ranting on about...mormons.
in utah county.
after talking about how stupid and weird they are the tattoo lady says she was kicked out of a mormon funeral because of her tattoo sleeve. this bugs the crap out of my so I roll my eyes and turn my head to the side to see a very nice looking, attractive man roll his eyes as well and smile at me. as the crazy people's mormon ranting continued the nice stranger and i continued rolling our eyes at their stupid comments and smiling at one another. they were so stupid. no joke.

then the tattoo lady and the Buddhist teenager get off. a drunk man stumbles on.
the drunk man catches his sleeve on a passenger's bike and starts a scene. he yells and cusses and starts fighting with the backpack man. the bus driver pulls the bus over and demands the drunk guys gets off the bus. he doesn't. the bus driver tells him multiple times to get off the bus and the drunk guys promises he'll "be good" the bus driver lets him stay on. he sits next to me, where tattoo lady once sat.
i'd rather have tattoo.
I make eye contact and exchange smiles with the nice stranger man again.

then the two loud mouths start talking about how cute my...FEET are. guess i shouldn't have worn sandals!
we make more stops and eventually the nice stranger gets off the bus. I look at him and he looks back. we make eye contact and both smile.
I made a friend on my first day. YAY!
too bad i never talked to him or learned his name.

I got off the bus. that was the adventure.
I guess it wasn't a small tid-bit like i said early, but it was an interesting experience.

oh ya, and the old man i sat next to, used to be a seminary teacher. he's now 82 and probably the cutest old thing i've ever seen.

the end.

my FIRST day of college

things from today:

i met a super sweet lady on the bus.
the super cute lady asked me if i was married.
i learned that if i walk faster than the "chelsea pace" i can get to my classes with time to spare.
i learned that when i walk down hallways, people stare at me. why? i don't know.
i searched everywhere for a bathroom.
i eventually found one.
i have the greatest meteorology professor.
his name is Dr. Dinkledge.
i made it to the library.
i found a microwave...in the library! bring on the leftovers for lunch.
i have a pretty cool american government teacher...he's australian. go figure.
i look at my watch a lot.
i suck at choosing spots on the bus. (at least on the way home)
i get home around 8:30.

good first day at college.

first day of school!

I am an official wolverine. what ever that is :)