Letters Make Buses [More] Confusing

My knowledge of buses is entirely restricted to the 743, 744, 721 and the 722; beyond them, I am whatever is the bus version of illiterate [and even within them my knowledge is lacking]. The 743 &744 are simple and striaght forward [and conviently stop right in front of my house], but the 721 & 722 are less so.

Here is my basic understanding. Both travel between the city and noarlunga interchange, stopping at both the reynella interchange and flinders medical centre along the way; and between these two locations they're course is virtually identical. Before the reynella interchange, the 722 takes a very long, roundabout course, while the 721 is much more direct. The 721 is always packed. And that's it.

While this small [lets say, four inches] amount of knowledge is enough for my purposes, the whole situation is made much more complicated by the extension of the bus number with a letter. What is the difference between the 721 and the 721A?? I mean, I get that the 721F and 721X are meant to stand for "Fast" and "Express" respectively, but one day I came across the 721R. What the hell is R meant to stand for??

Retarded?? Randy?? Is it some sort of sex-bus?? [If there are any porn writers reading this, I want my name mentioned.] Why would there be a bus of sex?? What if there are old people on it?? Why have I completely changed topic??

Well I've gone off at a tangent, coz I actually know that it is supposed to stand for reynella. This means that it follows the same path from the city to the reynella interchange, but stops there. So it's effectively the 721 with the tip snipped off.

Kind of like a circumcision.

Blogospherical [I Don't Know What That's Meant To Mean]

I have come to the decision that my blog will be week-dayly. That is not word. I mean that I'll make one new post every weekday. Why?? Just coz. Holidays will not be exceptions, with the exception of Xmas [confusing to your little mind, isn't it??]. Even if I get sick I probably still will [whatever you may have been led to believe, it is not difficult to type words], so barring extreme injury or someone I like dying, you will get to read my sweet, sweet goodness.

There is no guarantee what I may blog about too. It might be about cheese, stupid people, why I think all infants deserve to die [in all seriousness, that one is coming], me hating things, me loving things, anything at all. And often I will swear. Or be gross. Or use big words. I'm just like that.

Why am I telling you this?? Well, firstly, so that you know [ya fuckin retard, wasting my time...grumble...] and also because you, as my readers, have a part to play as well. I have now promised you a new post every weekday, and should I fail to provide [except for {see above}] I leave it to you, no, it is your duty to harass me for that. Berate me like it's going out of fashion.

Coz I like it what way.

I Fucking Hate Radio Hosts

I like listening to the radio. It lets me hear songs that I otherwise might not have, leading me to not know popular songs at a party and being osctricised by my friends [only about three of which possess souls]. I also like the radio for the fact that I don't have to choose what comes next, which on a standard bus ride takes up about 15% of the full time I could spend listening to music.

There is however one thing I detest about listening to the radio. No, it isn't the commercials, though they certainly don't help anything. What I hate is the god damned radio presenters eating up song time. And I don't mean the little 'shows' they do like gotcha' calls and talking about stuff, that's usually funny. When the presenters talk into the opening of a song or start talking before it properly finishes is what makes me furious.

I mean really, you can't make it start about THREE FUCKING SECONDS LATER?? Or wait about HALF A GOD DAMNED SECOND for the song to finish?? And it's not like they have anything interesting to say. Whenever they do either of these, it's so they can tell you that you are listening to 107-1, SAFM. [Assuming that is the station you are listening to.] No way!! Really??!! WELL OF COURSE I AM, I TUNED THE RADIO TO THAT STATION YOU RETARD!!!!

God I hope they die. [Except Hamish & Andy, I like them.]

This Post is a Little Weird.

There is a girl who I have noticed at my Uni multiple times but have never spoken to. I know nothing about her; what her name is, what she likes, who here friends are. All I have to go on is her appearance. And to be honest to a weird degree, I have developed what you could term a crush on her. [I don't know the grown-up terminology.]

The first thing that caught my eye was actually her hair; it's long and black. Then I checked what she was wearing, and since then I've been hooked [in as little creepiness as possible]. I cant remember it exactly, but it was a pretty dark purple dress with what I could only discern as black polka dots. On the other occassions I've seen her she has worn black leggings with one of those blue farm-hand style shirts and a plain black top with a pretty [and not slutty] white skirt.

I don't know how you responded to that [or would have if you'd seen it in person], but I love it. I'm so sick of the genericness and objectification of that damn tank top + denim shorts combo that I am physically sickened by it, and this girl, whoever she is, dresses so prettily I want to die. [That sentence makes sense in my head.]

One day last week, we both came around the same corner and nearly walked straight into each other. She made this adorable cross between squeak and a pop and shyly kept walking, barely looking at me. It was wonderful. I'm not good at describing faces, but she was pretty. Bodily, she's a little shorter than me and fairly skinny, and that's all I've got.

I get that I'm creepy. But shes so amazing!

I Want Better Buses

As a four-day per week Uni student, I clock a reasonable amount of bus time. And just like anyone who has ever used the bus system, I have noticed a few flaws, and there are two which get me, at once, on the same bus, every freaking day. That bus is the 721F whih leaves Flinders Medical Centre at 3:26 away from the city.

Firstly, that bus is consistently, with out fail, full. And I don't mean every double seat is taken with a few stangers sharing and a couple standing up, I mean the place is packed full like public transport in freaking India. Okay, it's not quite that bad, and smells less of curry, but still, every square centimetre of seat is taken up and there is no room for people to move around for the army of people standing. And this isn't just every once in a while, it is every fucking day. Those double-length buses exist, and they're even used for the 5:26 one which HAS LESS PEOPLE ON IT!, so why aren't one of these used for Cthulu's sake?

My other complaint is not about the size of the buses, but the age. The usual bus for my 721 [and I have no idea why sometimes it different] was probably top of the line back in 1986, and the crazy-assed, fucked up arrangement of the seats will always confound me. I mean, maybe there would be groups of four on some buses, so I could forgive those which are reversed to face another seat, but those shitty three-person ones which take up enough space for two double seaters that line the wall and have a freaking pole coming up the middle of it has got to be one of the most retarded things I have ever seen. And this doesnt even compare to the rust buckets from the 50's that 've seen as the 600. I get that you only have so much money to spend Adelaide Metro, but how about having buses from the last thirty years instead of a bunch of new stations that, while nice, are IN NO WAY NECESSARY.

Stupid buses.

What the hell was going through my head? [As a child]

I am going to make a horrible confession here. I spend about 30% of my waking thoughts on actual things, 30% either hating someone/thing or just general violent thoughts and the remaining 40% thinking about sex. Sure some days it'll be less, or more, but it all averages around there. Don't believe me? Well it's my head so how the fuck you would know and I hope you die.

So that's how it is. And I'm sure many people [and I'm not just talking guys here] have a similar proportion [maybe minus the violence and hatred], and others whho think about sex even more often in their day. I'm not here to judge anyone, or for anyone to judge me. Or for anyone to judge anyone. Is that all of the possibilities? Okay good. What was I saying? Oh right, no judging.

So why bring it up? Well I have a question readers, and that is what the hell did we think about all the time when we were kids? You know, before we even knew what sex was or were attracted to anything? Seriously, what the fuck did we replace with all that awesome sex-thought? [I plan on patenting that term.] Was it like, TV shows? Was that where we stored that 'innocence' we all completely lost long, long ago? Was that our imagination part of the brain? Is that why we can actively imagine crazy sex with dozens if not hundred of people?

I like to think so.

Why I'm stupid for not blogging before now.

I only just found this website today, and was wondering why. Being one of those annoying people who answers questions with questions, I came up with "Why would I have heard of it?", and answered that instead.

I should have heard about this website before now for a whole bunch of reasons. Primarily because blogging is kool. It lets absolutely anyone post anything they want where anyone who is looking for something to read can...well...read it. These sorts of things are used to convey opinions ranging from politics to which sexual positions are better on which holidays [Feel free to input your opinion. I honeslty want to know].

Anyone who knows me or has heard of me knows that these are only two of many, many topics I'm unreasonably opinionated about and have way too much to say on. Any of oyu reading this, upon about negative two seconds of reflection are probably wondering why the hell I have never blogged before, and the honest answer is I just don't know. iFail.

But do not fear. My insightful, hilarious, unintelligible and bigoted pearls of wisdom will be corrupting your minds from now on.

Stay tuned. [Or whatever the blogging equivalent is, I'm new to this leave me alone.]