hahahah really?

so I am a GENIUS. I left my phone on the bus I can't believe it the bus may end up making me crazy. Wait that makes perfect sense, that is why I started this blog in the first place the crazies of the bus, they are CRAZY because of the bus. Make perfect sense to me. when I turn 60 I'm sure ill still be on the bus and effin insane I'll see people I went to elementary school with, like these two old guys the other day. They were like "man we go way back, elementary school," "yeah back when I was rolling joints." Um excuse me you were smoking weed in elementary school. No wonder you RIDE THE CITY BUS and live on the streets. I honestly couldn't believe how loud they said it to, one of the old men was like "shhh" and the one who originally said it just laughed and screamed it again. I guess if your gonna be proud it has to be of something. lol

With Love
Alicia

The day of Awkwardness

So the BUS ride to school was normal besides the 45min wait heading west, that really is never any fun especially in the 100 degree heat and you sweat balls and you then get to school sit down and you realize its time to get stronger deodorant.

When I was sitting waiting for the BUS to go home, a guy who I kind of assumed  to have autism from my experience, sat down on the bench next to me and introduced himself and being the kind person I am I did the same, my momma taught me well. He then asked me if I attended the school I was sitting at and I explained to him yes I did, I asked the question in return and came to find out that he just comes to campus to hang out. We had some more basic small talk but he then kept creeping close, then asked, "do you like to be touched?", i said "NO!" head shake and all, he then apologized and didn't want me to be mad at him, I explained I was not mad just that I didn't like to be touched. He the asked where do you live I said "FAR FROM HERE."  he asked if we could be friends I told him yes that was fine, he then asked for my number, I in return told him I did not just give my number out to someone I just met. He asked me why people were so anti-social and that he had no friends, because people didn't like him, so I couldn't get up and just move I felt sorry for the guy.
****(Going back to all my psychology classes and childhood development classes I knew that this is a full grown man with male functions but probably with the cognitive development of a 10 year old. I did make it a point to make sure a person was around at all times because I have heard horror stories, about the anger of a child with the physical strength of a full grown man.)**** 

It did continue, he touched my arm and said, "you don't like that?" and I said, "no I do not" and then he told me he was scientist and that he like to test things, I then explained the personal bubble to him and how all people have it and you have to ask if you can cross their personal bubble and if they say no then respect that, he proceeded to ask if he could cross my bubble I explained no he could not. he then said I was very pretty which I thanked him for the compliment. But please understand the whole time this was happening my internal radar was on RED and I knew if the BUS didn't come soon I would have had to excuse my self and leave the situation, but moments later the bus came and I stood up so fast and thank him for the conversation and wished him a good rest of the day,  I looked behind me to make sure I hadn't left anything behind and there on the bench where my butt was sitting was a sweat mark from my ass cheeks, I'm sure from the heat, but I believe mostly from my sympathetic nervous system being heightened.


With Love
Alicia

Welcome to The People of the BUS

Where to start how about why I am on a BUS and why i am writing about the the people on the BUS, well this is because I HAVE NO CAR, but why don't I have a car I wont bore you with my stupidity I will just say I am a poor starving (not really starving but that what everyone says) college student who cannot afford a car so I take THE BUS. Haha now what brings me to this blog and why I am sharing it with you, this is because of the very "entertaining" people that happen to be on the bus with me while I travel to school, lets just say maybe 10% of the people I ride with are students, business people, NORMAL, to say the least, the rest of the 90% are not, to put it nicely.

     I will start with my recent ride with the scum of Tucson, I take a BUS from school where normal people get on but then while I am traveling to work, which is located in the not so pleasant part of Tucson, the normal people get off and the NOT SO "NORMAL" people get on. By the time I get to work the BUS is wall to wall people, my mother asks me why I don't read and do homework on my HOUR BUS ride, this is because of the PEOPLE MOM. So every new stop I am either getting up for a pregnant woman, a blind guy, an old lady with her 10 bags of groceries. I find a seat when someone gets off and the process starts at the next stop again so I DON'T SIT ANYMORE. The BUS is filled with "cool" teenagers" who find it appropriate to basically fornicate on the bus, and those teens are not the ones moving for the elderly, disabled, or lady with 15 kids under the ages of 6, I AM. I recently had to face a very DRUNK, delusional, old, African American drunk man who felt the necessity need to serenade all the patrons on the BUS, I believe 2 out of 20 people found it entertaining, this was prolly because they were drunk as well. I could not stop glaring at this lost man, who actually prolly had no idea he was even on a BUS, maybe in his mind he was still at karaoke in the bar he just left. When the BUS came to his stop he tuns around in the isle at the front and yells at everyone "THIS IS MY STOP SEE YOU ALL LATER PEOPLE."

This may get even more entertain and I hope it does, this really is noting but a place for me to tell my stories and make people laugh i hope you enjoy my future post!

with love
Alicia