I'm a DO-ER

SO there I was...I could have waited for everyone till they were done with class, but I've said it once...and I'll say it again...no one gets ahead by sitting on their behind...SO I was off...I walked myself ALL the way to the bus stop and got on...ALL by myself....I was a little apprehensive...but I was doing it...I'm a "DO-ER" and I had my mind set that I...was DEFINETELY going to do this...While waiting for the bus a woman started speaking at me....I think she thinks she was talking to me...but I feel like everyone is yelling at me...I HAD a ton of things I know I could have said...but it just didn't happen....All I said was..."English?" and she looked killer dissapointed...it didn't stop her from speaking at me...I think she had a lot to say....she laughed a lot....I got a little questionable inside....WHAT is she laughing at? ANYWAY...SO I got on the bus...BARELY...let's talk about how I had no room....NO room....the old women here are small...and intense...THEY KNOW what they want...and frankly they intimidate the crap out of me....I have no problem talking to little old men or just people in general...but seriously...YOU do not mess with little old ladies....EXCEPT if you approch them....they are nice...hmm did that whole rant make sense? Then Katalavena....which is phonetically spelled for "I don't understand"...NOW that I know this...I'm taking this with me EVERYWHERE! OK so I MADE it...all by myself...AND I walked allllll the way home, got off at the right spot..and I am so freaking proud of myself....Hlock wins again...(Dear Atet I miss you) As I was walking back...I had an epiphany. OK...I understand that sometimes I get up on the right side the of bed...and SOMETIMES I manage to dress to impress...BUT SERIOUSLY...what part of I'm not a horse, dog, donkey, or ANY SORT of Animal do these guys NOT understand!? You know the nose that you make a horses to make them go...its like a clicking sound...ok well HERE that is equivalent to the whistle...so I think...ok WHAT!? MAKING That nose does not make me just draw towards you....I don't sit when you tell me too..and the only time I come when I here a whistle is if Madre busts out the "lockwood we're in walmart and its hard to find you whistle" that we have used ALL my life...THAT is really the only time...(ps. I will so do that to my kids...insert thankyou madre here(thanks mom)...SO walking home it was click click more than it should of been...I mean the night before was HEATHER's 21st..and we had a TON of fun....not too much fun...though if you ask other people...both Heather and I may have had too much fun....IT WAS so worth it...SO THAT is my bus story all by myself WOO me. If my computer wasn't so slow I'd put on more pictures I promise when I have the patience I'll add them slowly but surely.

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