Daniel Devito, What the Bus, Leah's Lounge Advice Column?
Hey y’all happy Friday welcome to the lounge. How’s it going? Are you okay? You might not be okay and that’s okay. I hope you are okay soon. Onto the good stuff that you all happily subscribe for. Happy Danny Devito’s birthday.
This week is probably not going to be remotely funny. Life has been chaotic lately and my thoughts are not organized at all.
I’ve started riding the bus around campus because I am TIRED. The semester is exhausting. My legs are only so long. According to my Fibit™ I walk around six miles per day. I don’t want to walk ANY of those miles. So I’ve begun riding the bus around campus, which I have not done at all this year. PLEBEIANS ride the bus. So now I’m a plebeian because I bought into campus transit once more.
I remembered why I haven’t ridden the bus. Mostly because in the time it takes for me to wait for a bus, get on the bus, and ride it, I would’ve already been at my destination. But I unfortunately had to repeat a previous event that happened when I read the bus often. History repeats itself.
Freshman year it was raining quite a bit and I hopped onto the bus to avoid getting soaked. The steps were slippery, and as I got on I fell down and people LAUGHED AT ME. I love making people laugh but I want it to be on my terms. I want them to laugh because of my wonderful puns and shear and obvious talent, hence why all of you are here, my dearest and closest friends.
Well this week in another cross-campus caravan cruise I got up around North Lawn where I have had previous experiences with falling down (see: nose breaking disaster of 2017 detailed in uGH toO maNy CarBs). Either way, I stood up prematurely as I have a weird fear of bus drivers skipping stops even though deep down I know that won’t happen. I stood up anyway and was hit with the karma of not trusting the bus driver to complete their job wonderfully and I fell over sort of but stuck the landing.
I was of course at the best spot on the bus to fall down, the very very front, or the bow in nautical terms. I heard people laugh AGAIN. The guy next to me muttered “oh god”, so when I regained balance I weakly said “caught me almost dying there” followed by an awkward laugh and me sprinting off the bus. The point is, I can’t ride that same bus with the same exact combination of people ever again.
The problem with me is that I talk very often but I never say anything at all. I also have a bad habit of talking up people at the cash register, which I know can be a terrible thing for retail workers at times. When people ask me how my day is going I want to tell them, and when I ask them how their day is going I want to know about it! (I know I need to learn how to read cashiers better so I do not harass anyone who is very much not having a good day and not subject them to having to hear about the mundane ramblings of myself. You all have chosen to read this blog, and my ramblings. People don’t really choose that in the actual world)
I might post a midweek edition because I will probably forget to post on Thanksgiving, and won’t post during the battle that is Black Friday. Either way, the current Leah’s Lounge Playlist is an ode to Thanksgiving. The song “Green Bean Casserole” is actually fantastic, and I did not expect Spotify to deliver when I typed that in the search bar.
Nonetheless, I love you all! Please continue to subject yourself to this mess that is me, even if it is to just make fun of me. Seeing the views on my posts makes me smile at least once so that’s nice! I might start doing an advice column so if you want to, email me at busbyschair@gmail.com with dumb questions you have. The harder they are for me to answer, the better. Happy Murdering of Turkey festival.
Spotify Playlist
This week is probably not going to be remotely funny. Life has been chaotic lately and my thoughts are not organized at all.
I’ve started riding the bus around campus because I am TIRED. The semester is exhausting. My legs are only so long. According to my Fibit™ I walk around six miles per day. I don’t want to walk ANY of those miles. So I’ve begun riding the bus around campus, which I have not done at all this year. PLEBEIANS ride the bus. So now I’m a plebeian because I bought into campus transit once more.
I remembered why I haven’t ridden the bus. Mostly because in the time it takes for me to wait for a bus, get on the bus, and ride it, I would’ve already been at my destination. But I unfortunately had to repeat a previous event that happened when I read the bus often. History repeats itself.
Freshman year it was raining quite a bit and I hopped onto the bus to avoid getting soaked. The steps were slippery, and as I got on I fell down and people LAUGHED AT ME. I love making people laugh but I want it to be on my terms. I want them to laugh because of my wonderful puns and shear and obvious talent, hence why all of you are here, my dearest and closest friends.
Well this week in another cross-campus caravan cruise I got up around North Lawn where I have had previous experiences with falling down (see: nose breaking disaster of 2017 detailed in uGH toO maNy CarBs). Either way, I stood up prematurely as I have a weird fear of bus drivers skipping stops even though deep down I know that won’t happen. I stood up anyway and was hit with the karma of not trusting the bus driver to complete their job wonderfully and I fell over sort of but stuck the landing.
I was of course at the best spot on the bus to fall down, the very very front, or the bow in nautical terms. I heard people laugh AGAIN. The guy next to me muttered “oh god”, so when I regained balance I weakly said “caught me almost dying there” followed by an awkward laugh and me sprinting off the bus. The point is, I can’t ride that same bus with the same exact combination of people ever again.
The problem with me is that I talk very often but I never say anything at all. I also have a bad habit of talking up people at the cash register, which I know can be a terrible thing for retail workers at times. When people ask me how my day is going I want to tell them, and when I ask them how their day is going I want to know about it! (I know I need to learn how to read cashiers better so I do not harass anyone who is very much not having a good day and not subject them to having to hear about the mundane ramblings of myself. You all have chosen to read this blog, and my ramblings. People don’t really choose that in the actual world)
I might post a midweek edition because I will probably forget to post on Thanksgiving, and won’t post during the battle that is Black Friday. Either way, the current Leah’s Lounge Playlist is an ode to Thanksgiving. The song “Green Bean Casserole” is actually fantastic, and I did not expect Spotify to deliver when I typed that in the search bar.
Nonetheless, I love you all! Please continue to subject yourself to this mess that is me, even if it is to just make fun of me. Seeing the views on my posts makes me smile at least once so that’s nice! I might start doing an advice column so if you want to, email me at busbyschair@gmail.com with dumb questions you have. The harder they are for me to answer, the better. Happy Murdering of Turkey festival.
Spotify Playlist
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