Of Tardiness

I missed my bus to work last Saturday and had to pay $9.60 for a cab. That's $9.60 more than what I normally pay for my bus fair.

Today I set my watch five minutes ahead of time in order to trick myself into being punctual. It worked. I managed to make it to the bus terminal well before the bus did. I even managed to grab a cup of coffee for the bus ride.

As the bus took off through downtown I settled in my seat with the warm feeling of having achieved something significant. Along the way I saw the apartment that I was going to move into in a few months' time. I hadn't noticed this before although I've taken the bus to work for the past two weeks. Funny. All the same I thought, 'How convenient. I'll have to make a note of the bus stop and the schedule.' I peered through the bus window to look at the street name and noticed that we were on a different route.

That's when I realized that I was on the wrong bus.

Holiday Blues II

When the final weeks of the term were getting saturated with deadlines, my only motivation was the prospect of the coming break - the late night hours to be filled with reading the books that have been patiently waiting on my bookshelf, my empty blog that wants updating, the abundance of photos waiting to be edited and uploaded for loved ones across the ocean to see - the prospects are endless.

Now, 5 days into the break, I'm beginning to wish for school to start again.

Have I turned into a nerd?

Busy busy busy

All it takes is a busy weekend to put last week a lifetime away.