Things that I hate when they happen.

These things all happened between my last post and right now.

1 a) When I am sitting in a lecture hall before class and there are maybe 5 other students in the 250-seat room, and someone sits right next to me.

Now, not only where there like 250 other seats he could have sat in, but when I first walked into the lecture hall, I wanted to go sit in my usual seat (top back corner, extra leg room and no one watches me secretly Facebook). Sadly, I couldn't sit in my normal seat because there was already someone there. Well as soon as I sit down, the guy that was in my spot gets up, comes two rows down and sits right next to me. I wanted to punch him.

1 b) I was standing at the bus stop after class. I was feeling good about catching the bus the first time around (see #2) as there were not many other people at the bus stop with me. All of a sudden, this guy walks by, eyeing me weirdly out of the corner of his eye. He then proceeds to stand right next to me. And not like, "Greetings, stranger. I, too, am waiting for passage upon this vessel, here at a safe distance from you because you could be rabid or perhaps in an angry mood!" No. He stood RIGHT next to me, like the kind of close you stand next to someone you've been friends with for a long time, or perhaps someone you are discreetly trying to drug with roofies.

I did the math. There really is approximately 500 square feet at the bus stop.

2) I wait for the bus at the bus stop. People start crowding up all around me (see #1 b) and I am irritated. I was the first one at the bus stop today, but I definitely wasn't the only one who needed to use the bus.

Since I was the first one at the stop, I am at the back of the mob that has assembled. So when the bus comes, (already packed; everyone inside is standing up) I am the last person in line to get on. But since there were so many fucking idiots pushing and shoving their way ahead of me to get on this one particular god-forsaken bus...

The bus is overflowing with apathetic children and I have to wait for the next one. "It's okay," I think. "This bus came promptly and on time. I'm sure the next one will be just right around the corner!"

Then this happens.

In a fit of murderous rage, I being screaming in my mind at every living thing that comes within 100 yards of me. Douchebag on bike, bigger douchebag on vespa, HUGE gang of douchebags in one of said douchebag's father's Land Rovers, fucking squirrels trying to get food from every goddamn person on the sidewalk. I hate my life.

The plus side is, when the bus DOES come, I am the only person on it. But today there was one super-model-esque girl as well. When the bus stopped at a red light, she strutted to the front of the bus, asked the bus driver to stop at 30th street, then proceeded to sit down and give an extremely sensual hair toss and pouty-model-faced glance around the bus.

So I guess it's not all bad.