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::I hate riding the bus. Hate hate hate it. In the morning, I must get up much too early... when my mom can drive me, I wake up over an hour later. In the afternoon, I am constantly pestered, particularly by Alec, sometimes by other people. I cannot state enough how much I HATE the bus. And our bus driver.. he doesn't talk... it's weird, and occasionally he will bring his son, who is even more annoying... a little kid, but so annoying. The ride home is worse annoyance wise, but in the morning, I miss that hour of sleep... a lot...
Here ends my rant on hating the bus....
with a final statement:
I HATE THE BUS.::
.:Arakatze blogged on 3/26/2004 10:21:00 PM:.
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quote:"I remember sitting in my car in the parking lot, overwhelmed with a single thought: That's what I want for my life: To be caught up in the sweep of history. To be in the center of things. To be making a difference. To be at the heart of the struggle between right and wrong, good and evil. My heart was almost breaking at the thought of a life of insignificance."
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