i love u(vu)

reason #86:

 clever.

reason #71:

{on the shuttle today}

boy:  (to girl sitting next to him) sorry i smell.

girl:  oh.  you don't smell that bad.

me:  (falling more in love with the shuttle.)

 

{thanks a bundle.}

i wish i was bulimic.

wait...what?!

guess this movie...

matilda:  i became...

hansel:  what?

matilda:  bulimic.

derek:  you can read minds?

if you guessed this

you're right.

now do you see

where i'm going with this?

like previously mention, the uvu shuttle is a magnificent mode of transportation.  but today's adventure on the mean green mobile wasn't heard or seen.  no no.  i believe the true adventure was going on inside the heads of the riders.  but, since i am not bulimic, i could only watch their mind adventures by their facial expressions.

i wish i knew...

• 
  
  why cap {afternoon's version of shades} listens to bird sounds while speeding around the shuttle stops.
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  why the girl in red glasses was smiling the entire ride.  i think the big shiny diamond that she couldn't take her eyes off of might have something to do with it.
• 
  
  what the shuttle riders thought of me when i wasn't wearing a coat today {fyi:  i am still not wearing a coat to spite mother nature}during a sudden snow storm.
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  what mother nature was thinking when she took vengeance on the county of utah after tricking us all into believing that my anti-coat stand was really working.

but these are only wishes.  at least until the day when i become a bulimic that is...

p.s.  please don't think i am bulimic.

or was bulimic.

or support bulimia whatsoever

{who supports bulimia?}

because i think we are beautiful.

aren't we?

my life is {above} average.

we all know about this right?
tres amusant, non?
i feel like those stories came from my mouth,
because odd, awkward, silly things
happen to me basically ever day.
today's focus...

the uvu shuttle.

i ride the shuttle.  all the time.  it makes me feel like i live in a big city where public transportation is the norm.  this is where the majority of my bits come from.  the most interesting people ride the shuttle {another reason why i ride} and the most priceless moments happen inside that wolverine green vehicle.  today, however, there was an abnormal amount of odd riding in the shuttle.  

• every morning the shuttle driver, who is always wearing sunglasses and looks about the age of my great grandparents, listens to country legends one oh seven point five.  i hate country.  and the hate for it grows more every morning.  my hate for that station shrunk a size when this came blaring out of the speakers today "happy straw wrapper appreciation day!"  huh?
• the bus driver, shades is the name, is on a tight schedule.  at least he drives the shuttle as if he is.  usually he hits curbs, exceeds the limit of speed for such a beastly automobile, cuts in front of people on the roundabout, and today he added to his list of wild shuttle operating.  as a student who was talking on his cell phone while carrying one of those ridiculous backpacks with wheels {come on man, its a couple of books not your vacation suitcase}, yes carrying not pulling, was trying to exit the shuttle at his stop.  it took him some time to get from the back of the shuttle to the door due to his large baggage and cell phone distraction, not to mention all of the people entering the shuttle.  apparently shades thought wheels {man trying to exit shuttle} was taking to long to get off so he shut the doors on him mid-exit.  that upset wheels.  so much so that he tossed his bag out the door {something magnificent must be in that case since he saved it from the closing doors} as he fell to the floor of the uvu-mobile and shouted "i must get off here!"  everyone tried to get shades attention away from country legends and on to wheels who was fuming mad.  eventually he noticed, opened the doors for a split second, and proceeded to anger the surrounding cars with his terrible shuttle skills.
• a lot of creppin' {flirting, hitting on, ect} goes on around utah county, and especially in the shuttle.  maybe since the seats are made for tiny bums so everyone basically sits atop of each other for the time spent on the shuttle, that triggers the fellas to creep.  i noticed a particularity interesting run in with a creep and his victim today.  the convo went  a little like this...

creeper:  "hey...you are in my english class."
victim:  "no i'm not."
{they didn't even so much as glance at each other for the remainder of the ride.  even when they both got off at the same stop and i assume walked into the same class.  the same english class, that is.}

uvu.  i love you.