From the Notebook
Apr. 2nd, 2005 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikThe bus is late. I've been here fifteen minutes. fter the first ten I started singing Jack Johnson songs. A classic fat bearded Greek with pizza boxes has been listening intently. After Flake and Taylor and a bit of Muse, I got bored enough to dredge up some ancient Russian music. Larissa Dolina. Never did look up all the words. I meant to.
I keep getting interrupted by coughing fits. I'm thinking what it would look like from the side. What does the greek think of a random girl singing to no0one in Russian at a lonely bus stop? The coughing and the lyrics I happened to remember must have sounded like I was dying of tuberculosis.
Boredom. I guess I could play mobile games. But they get so boring. I could sing some more, but now I'd feel self conscious, because the Greek came out and made conversation.
Where is the bus?
I keep getting interrupted by coughing fits. I'm thinking what it would look like from the side. What does the greek think of a random girl singing to no0one in Russian at a lonely bus stop? The coughing and the lyrics I happened to remember must have sounded like I was dying of tuberculosis.
Boredom. I guess I could play mobile games. But they get so boring. I could sing some more, but now I'd feel self conscious, because the Greek came out and made conversation.
Where is the bus?
