When I got on the bus and sat down, I was happily listening to Nico Fucking Vega and staring in nothingness right in front of me. Two girls got on the next stop and stood right in front of me. I can't look forward anymore, since they'd think I'm staring them down, I sit on the aisle side of chairs, so can't look outside windows, people everywhere else so I look directly down on my fucking hands as if I were ashamed. Well, I was, since other people don't usually have a problem with riding a full bus. And, as I continue to stare down and listen to music, I don't notice the lady next to me wants to get off.
And in school everything suddenly turned out alright, I enjoyed the sociology class yet again, despite the moment when "The lecturer is married." "Shit."
For some reason, I got overly happy, probably just because I talked to people I like, which is always nice. The coffee was a mistake that made my excitement escalate out of hand, but, no worries, at least I was able to do a homework almost before deadline.
The happiness has ran out, now even the "happy" stereomood playlist is unhelpful. Seriously, how is this song happy?
A concert tomorrow that seems absolutely unappealing to me. And I have to wear suit pants on the way to school already, but the classy shoes wouldn't survive the snow, so there will be the fugly combination of suit pants and winter boots. I hate being ugly.
So here's me being all 17 and shit.
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