First of all, I'd like to offer a much needed apology to all of you dear readers who I have kept waiting. My computer's hard drive broke, and I haven't had internet for a few weeks. As a tech-y teen, You can imagine how hard it was for me :P I had the bus post ready for you and was about to blog it when my 'puter died, so I'll go ahead and post it now.

It's 7:22 AM and I'm standing out here at my bus stop, yawning and feeling like the world should stop spinning in front of my eyes.
Oh, wait, I'm the one that's swaying.
I can see the bus turning out of the Elementary school where my boyfriend went when he was a kid, and its stopping at my driveway now. I get on and nearly choke on the axe body spray that my bus driver likes to use. "Good morning, Mr Jimmy," I say sleepily. He nods in response and I stagger to the second seat.
Every kid claims their seat on the bus, and woe be unto the person who takes it. This has been my seat since the second week of school.
Apparently I fall asleep for the next 3 stops, because the next thing I know, its 4 stops later and my boyfriend is rubbing my neck and quietly singing to me to get me to wake up. He knows, just like all of my friends do, that the only way to get me awake cheerful is to either sing or turn on music. I will smash my alarm clock, I will wake up yelling and cussing people out, but sing or turn on music and I'll be happy all day long.
A few stops later, and my friend Sayward gets on the bus. She's model-thin, with a flair for the 'emo kid' look. I love it. She is a talker, just like I used to be (and yes, I have slacked off quite a bit), and believe me, we fight for a word in edgewise.
The halfway point of my bus ride is probably my favorite. We stop for about 45 seconds by this field with a lake right in the middle of it. The sun is just peeking over the trees, and you can see the steam rising off the water. (Here Sayward usually starts singing "Smoke on the water) The sun is reflected of of the water and the mist, and its so gorgeous. There are also horses in this firled, and I love watching them. But then, I've always loved watching horses. They make me feel freer.
From here on out, the bus ride is pretty boring. We just want to get the day over with and go back home.
The blue leather seats are starting to stick to us, and they are very uncomfortable after an hour long bus ride. The bus is also dark inside, and while we can talk to each other, we can't see each other very well.
And of course, we are all tired.
Sometimes my boyfriend, who is an extreme nerd, will start random trains of thought out loud, and I just sit there, dumbfounded, and how he thinks. I'm a jock-tempered girl, so I have no idea what he's talking about. And yes, before you ask, he does do some of my homework, but I don't beat him up. I just slide it in front of him, give him my dumb smile/blank look/pleading grin and he can't refuse. And he explains it to me as he goes.
Although, I'm so busy dreaming about his voice and watching his face that I never remember half of it.
Ok, that was a rabbit trail :P
Once we get to the school, we all pile off - making a bottle neck at the bus door in the process- and walk inside to the media center...which is a post for another day.