Cause I Don't Know Where I'm Going.
I finally woke up from Adam knocking on my door. "Get up fuck. You decent?" He asked. That usually means "if you're jerking off I don't wanna come in". Truth is I wasn't, I was laying in bed fiddling with my cell phone so that the alarm will stay off. I really didn't want to get up. "Yeah, come in." I responded. The door jiggled. Locked. I roll my eyes and get out of bed to unlock and let Adam in. I keep it locked to avoid pranks, even though I know no one would play one on me. Better be safe than sorry.
"Are you going for breakfast with Kristen."
"Man, I can't, I let her know last night I have another group meeting. Are you going?"
"I got kickboxing to do."
"Ah, yeah I gotta catch the bus sometime soon I think."
"Well get on it son, it comes like quarter after and runs on the hour."
At this point I realize he's right, so I quickly check out the bus schedule online. It leaves the bus terminal at 11:30, that gives me thirty minutes. I don't have time for a shower cause I have to print out all the necessary material for the meeting to take place. Grab a breakfast bar and head out the door.
It's pretty sunny out so I have my Oakleys on over my camo toque, cargo pants, Globe shoes, and my grey Trent sweater on with the leather jacket over it. I scurry across the street to the bus stop and wait for the bus at the stop. A small group of students have lined up at the stop with me. On the wooden telephone post has the orange bus stop with the front end of the bus outlined in white. The rest has a cluster of old rusty staples from old posters, and some new posters taped on with clear packaging tape. No events I'm really interested in. The bus rolls up and I take a seat at the back on the side bench-like spots. Across from me is a student with a Moscow police winter hat, on his school bag there is some sort of Russia insignia, and he's wearing aviator shades. Right beside me at the very back seats is a guy and girl, the girl has some sort of accent, I can't make it out though, and the dude is some lug from Ontario.
The Traill college stop comes up and a horde of students walk on. A girl and guy come to the back and the girl sits beside me. She looks at me and I look back with my shades on but don't say anything. She talks with the guy just then. Russian, I could tell from the accent. She looks at me again. Alright fine, you're lucky you have the fucking Moscow police with ya on the bus. I move over for her friend to sit down and she thanks me.
I walk down the hallways in OC and there is a lot of noise just outside of WenJack theatre and in front are a bunch of students dressed up. Some in Ukrainian dresses, a guy in a Kung-Fu gi, some girls in latino stuff, a native outfight and so on. Must be Cultural Outreach. It's a show they put on every year and apparently it's a lot of fun. I can't be bothered to check it out though. I realize I have a bit of time so I went to the OC caf and got a plain cheese pizza and milk. The choice breakfast before doing some work. I make my way to the meeting spot and noticed the Russian girl from the bus has taken her big jacket off, pretty nice body. We choose this abandoned cafe that Trent has, it's up above the lecture hall, has bright orange seats that are attached to the tables, windows overlooking parts of the campus, and a counter that has a pull down sheet metal as an indication that the place is closed (forever) on the far wall. It doesn't have a name to it, it's sort of just there, forgotten, but it's usually the desired meeting place among classmates because everyone in Trent knows the place with the orange chairs.
The meeting didn't take very long and after it was done we went out seperate ways. Chris informed me that I just missed the bus. And that really sucks cause it only comes on the hour. I go towards the library bus stop anyways though, soaking in the sun as I walk across the bridge. I find out that it doesn't come til 16:00 hours and it is 15:19 right now. Well I might as well walk. So I start to begin my journey when the George North rolls up. It's not the bus I need, but it could take me a little way in my direction. I get on the bus and make my way to the back. I stop for a second. Three black girls are sitting at the very tail of the bus, all with black straight hair done up, and all three wearing the same style of sunglasses which is sort of a bug-eyed look. I was shook for a second but then I sit down and the bus takes off. It continues it's way until it reaches the street lights that lead into the Peterborough zoo. I get off at this stuff and begin my trek back home. Even though the bus cut some distance I still have a long way to go.
Part 2, The Journey, will be posted tomorrow.
Peace.
"Are you going for breakfast with Kristen."
"Man, I can't, I let her know last night I have another group meeting. Are you going?"
"I got kickboxing to do."
"Ah, yeah I gotta catch the bus sometime soon I think."
"Well get on it son, it comes like quarter after and runs on the hour."
At this point I realize he's right, so I quickly check out the bus schedule online. It leaves the bus terminal at 11:30, that gives me thirty minutes. I don't have time for a shower cause I have to print out all the necessary material for the meeting to take place. Grab a breakfast bar and head out the door.
It's pretty sunny out so I have my Oakleys on over my camo toque, cargo pants, Globe shoes, and my grey Trent sweater on with the leather jacket over it. I scurry across the street to the bus stop and wait for the bus at the stop. A small group of students have lined up at the stop with me. On the wooden telephone post has the orange bus stop with the front end of the bus outlined in white. The rest has a cluster of old rusty staples from old posters, and some new posters taped on with clear packaging tape. No events I'm really interested in. The bus rolls up and I take a seat at the back on the side bench-like spots. Across from me is a student with a Moscow police winter hat, on his school bag there is some sort of Russia insignia, and he's wearing aviator shades. Right beside me at the very back seats is a guy and girl, the girl has some sort of accent, I can't make it out though, and the dude is some lug from Ontario.
The Traill college stop comes up and a horde of students walk on. A girl and guy come to the back and the girl sits beside me. She looks at me and I look back with my shades on but don't say anything. She talks with the guy just then. Russian, I could tell from the accent. She looks at me again. Alright fine, you're lucky you have the fucking Moscow police with ya on the bus. I move over for her friend to sit down and she thanks me.
I walk down the hallways in OC and there is a lot of noise just outside of WenJack theatre and in front are a bunch of students dressed up. Some in Ukrainian dresses, a guy in a Kung-Fu gi, some girls in latino stuff, a native outfight and so on. Must be Cultural Outreach. It's a show they put on every year and apparently it's a lot of fun. I can't be bothered to check it out though. I realize I have a bit of time so I went to the OC caf and got a plain cheese pizza and milk. The choice breakfast before doing some work. I make my way to the meeting spot and noticed the Russian girl from the bus has taken her big jacket off, pretty nice body. We choose this abandoned cafe that Trent has, it's up above the lecture hall, has bright orange seats that are attached to the tables, windows overlooking parts of the campus, and a counter that has a pull down sheet metal as an indication that the place is closed (forever) on the far wall. It doesn't have a name to it, it's sort of just there, forgotten, but it's usually the desired meeting place among classmates because everyone in Trent knows the place with the orange chairs.
The meeting didn't take very long and after it was done we went out seperate ways. Chris informed me that I just missed the bus. And that really sucks cause it only comes on the hour. I go towards the library bus stop anyways though, soaking in the sun as I walk across the bridge. I find out that it doesn't come til 16:00 hours and it is 15:19 right now. Well I might as well walk. So I start to begin my journey when the George North rolls up. It's not the bus I need, but it could take me a little way in my direction. I get on the bus and make my way to the back. I stop for a second. Three black girls are sitting at the very tail of the bus, all with black straight hair done up, and all three wearing the same style of sunglasses which is sort of a bug-eyed look. I was shook for a second but then I sit down and the bus takes off. It continues it's way until it reaches the street lights that lead into the Peterborough zoo. I get off at this stuff and begin my trek back home. Even though the bus cut some distance I still have a long way to go.
Part 2, The Journey, will be posted tomorrow.
Peace.
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