13th of August 2005
I think that god either hates me or some ones trying to tell me not to come here, or to make he hate the ‘experience’ so much that I’d just go home at the first chance I get.
So I get on to the flight and get pushed all the way back to the tail of the plane stuck between some fat Mexican and a pregnant woman would twitched at every little bump the plane made. So for about 4 or so hours I was stuck between a fat sweaty Mexican and a woman who would just whimper every 2 seconds and twitch at the slightest movement from anything while sitting through massive turbulence. Not a great flight. But that’s ok, I force myself to sleep through most of it. And when I get down to Chicago I get out, and I think awesome, I’m out of a plane and I wont be getting into one for a while and I’ll have at least 4 hours to catch some sleep before my bus. And that’s what I did, and it worked out fine. That is until the bus came.
So I’m standing at the bus stop and the bus pulls in, I think I should take the time to say its not really a bus, but more like a mini van, when a whole Indian family appear from nowhere. Looked like the 4 brothers were all going to Purdue, and so mum and dad thought they’d come along, and since they’re coming so did grandma, and since she was getting her old wrinkled arse they brought the baby sister along as well. So next think I know I’m getting fucked on by this family who insisted on cramming their luggage in my face and forcing me to get out of the bus so they can get extra leg room, well fuck them. I stayed on the bus, which in hindsight was a bad idea. So for the next 3 hours it took to get down to the university I was stuck in a van with no room to move because the family had decided to bring 3 pieces of luggage each. Point of this story, it was a shit ride to get to the university, and fuck me if I’m going to repeat it.
So I get on to the flight and get pushed all the way back to the tail of the plane stuck between some fat Mexican and a pregnant woman would twitched at every little bump the plane made. So for about 4 or so hours I was stuck between a fat sweaty Mexican and a woman who would just whimper every 2 seconds and twitch at the slightest movement from anything while sitting through massive turbulence. Not a great flight. But that’s ok, I force myself to sleep through most of it. And when I get down to Chicago I get out, and I think awesome, I’m out of a plane and I wont be getting into one for a while and I’ll have at least 4 hours to catch some sleep before my bus. And that’s what I did, and it worked out fine. That is until the bus came.
So I’m standing at the bus stop and the bus pulls in, I think I should take the time to say its not really a bus, but more like a mini van, when a whole Indian family appear from nowhere. Looked like the 4 brothers were all going to Purdue, and so mum and dad thought they’d come along, and since they’re coming so did grandma, and since she was getting her old wrinkled arse they brought the baby sister along as well. So next think I know I’m getting fucked on by this family who insisted on cramming their luggage in my face and forcing me to get out of the bus so they can get extra leg room, well fuck them. I stayed on the bus, which in hindsight was a bad idea. So for the next 3 hours it took to get down to the university I was stuck in a van with no room to move because the family had decided to bring 3 pieces of luggage each. Point of this story, it was a shit ride to get to the university, and fuck me if I’m going to repeat it.
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