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bliumchikSo there's this thing called "Class Clowns" which is a Comedyfest schoolkids thing that I somehow found myself signed up for. All cos I aid it would be cool to make up a funny skit, and when I couldn't find anyone else for my group ms Jukic said to just put my name down by myself anyway. So I got called out of science (yaay) which later turned out to be a computer lesson (not yay), in order to meet with ms Surbey and the other poor suckers. Who turned out to be Cat and Ronnie, of Eighth Grade Meat fame. So they are doing a skit while I have to endlessly script an improvised speech. O_o well, it made more sense when Ms Surbey explained it. I suppose I can do standup, it's just a question of whether people aside from my friends will find it funny...
Yaargh I just spilled hot tea everywhere.
So anyway, on the bus home the bus driver was either having an extremely long day or he was on steroids, cos he completely lost it when some guys pressed the buttons without getting off, stopped at some obscure Kingsford stop and sai: "Okay, get off here unless your going to Malabar". And we're like, WTF? And he's like, "I'm not stopping again until we reach Malabar." And we're like... okay... is he joking or what? And we didn't get off. And then he sipped the Uni stop, so we started to get worried. I slipped off quickly at Kingsford cos he stopped to let an adult off the bus, and aparant at the next stop he relented and let the kingsford people get out.
Work was exhausting, and my dad couldn't pick me up, so I spent half an hour sitting at Easties waiting for the completely non-existent 400 bus, staring at the rain cascading from the gray sky and thinking about how beautiful it was. only, the point about rain is, you like to experience the pretty without the wet and cold. This rarely happens. I eventually gave up and got a 392 to kingsford, where I caught an L94 home. After standing in a chicken shop at Kingsford for about 15 minutes talking to Masha on my mobile. She was imitating a hippy. When my bus finally came, THEN I realised I had an umbrella - good thing, too, or I'da had to walk three streets in the rain.
And this little piggy went "Fcuk crap good god it's cold" all the way home.
Yaargh I just spilled hot tea everywhere.
So anyway, on the bus home the bus driver was either having an extremely long day or he was on steroids, cos he completely lost it when some guys pressed the buttons without getting off, stopped at some obscure Kingsford stop and sai: "Okay, get off here unless your going to Malabar". And we're like, WTF? And he's like, "I'm not stopping again until we reach Malabar." And we're like... okay... is he joking or what? And we didn't get off. And then he sipped the Uni stop, so we started to get worried. I slipped off quickly at Kingsford cos he stopped to let an adult off the bus, and aparant at the next stop he relented and let the kingsford people get out.
Work was exhausting, and my dad couldn't pick me up, so I spent half an hour sitting at Easties waiting for the completely non-existent 400 bus, staring at the rain cascading from the gray sky and thinking about how beautiful it was. only, the point about rain is, you like to experience the pretty without the wet and cold. This rarely happens. I eventually gave up and got a 392 to kingsford, where I caught an L94 home. After standing in a chicken shop at Kingsford for about 15 minutes talking to Masha on my mobile. She was imitating a hippy. When my bus finally came, THEN I realised I had an umbrella - good thing, too, or I'da had to walk three streets in the rain.
And this little piggy went "Fcuk crap good god it's cold" all the way home.
