Took the bus for the first time from school today. Usually I would take the train...all three trains...but my dad insisted I take the bus so whatever. Well did I hit a stroke of luck for the day. My bus was at 12:01 and like an idiot I planned to catch an 11:54 train to the bus stop. I have no clue what I was thinking. I guess at the time I thought the bus was coming at 1:01...I don't know. Anyway I didn't realize this until this morning, a little bit before 11 when I was on my way to the ATM, and I was not packed either. Rushed my behind home, got packed in like 5minutes and was at the train station by 11:15. Now my girl, Tara,takes this bus all the time so she gave me all the needed instructions. I remember her saying something about the bus station being the first stop, the Market-East station, but these derfs on the Greyhound website said something about 30st station, which is the third stop so I figured she just mixed it up...WRONG!!! If I nerver called this chick to find the bus stop that was supposed to be across the street I probably never would have figured out I was at the wrong station, at least not in time to catch my bus. So with less than 15 minutes to spare I had to hop my behind on the subway. Messed around and asked the wrong people which stop I was supposed to get off; the first lady was talking too much about things that didn't even matter so I knew she did me no good, thank God for that last guy who finally gave me correct information. Finally I'm off with about five minutes to run up 80 thousand stairs and run across the street. But wait...there's more. Following the directions of one of the employees of CinnaBon, I went out the wrong door and couldn't find the bus station. Instead of was in front of freakin Chinatown. Meanwhile, Tara's in my ear like "What the hell are you doing?", understandably since I was lost all over the place. So I asked this mailman and turns out it was like the next building over to my right. Got on the line with less than a minute to spare, but it was longer then a mug. After a good amount of people get on I hear the driver say to another that there's almost no more room. How bout I'm the last person to get on, mind you there's mad people behind me. Yea that whole ordeal was pure luck. HOWEVER I get to Penn Station and it was all over. I got like a half hour to spare before my train comes so I go to get me a donut. Now it's bad enough theses suckers are $1.25, $0.45 more than a regular Dunkin Donuts, but then I take my Strawberry Frosted out the bag and it's like half the frosting missing....these jokers got me!!! So I'm already not too happy about that but ladies and gentleman, well ok ladies, do you know the Long Island Motherfreakin Railroad is now $14.00 for a round trip. Now I'm basing this off the fact that it was $13.50 since forever. you know I gave it the benefit of the doubt and thought maybe it's because Baldwin station is after Freeport station so they're charging an extra $0.50. No negro Baldwin is before so you know what...son these suckers got me. And to top it off I'm at my sister's high school's annual "Blue and Gold" show, where 48% of the show is white people proving more than ever before that they can't dance, 36% is bad acting, and 6% is for the few girls out of a good 200 that actually can dance. I'm falling asleep...not even joking you. But I figure the freakin ticket is $10 (!!!!!!...$15 at the door...for this crap!!!) so I mines well write a blog czu I need to stay up (good thing for sidekicks). However the fun has ended...my sister's team is up now so kind of have to pay attention.
...its been real peoplez ---> DEUCES
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