Around noon and a half we began making plans. We decided to pick him up at about 4:15 and get to the movie soon afterwards. At 4:30 we were rejected, because we couldn't get into Phone Booth without ID. I called my mom, and she bought tickets for us. The booth-guy didn't even look up at her. This pissed me off. Carl suggested we always go to the attendant without estrogen. So we saw the movie. It was good things. Kiefer Sutherland had a gun and was in a split screen production, as always.

So Carl and I left and decided to hang out in Best Buy. He killed me in Mechassault, and we mocked the videogames on the shelves. There were a lot of Battlefield 1942 ripoffs. We departed when we realized it was 7:15.

We walked down Central looking for a bus stop, before we decided to just walk the way back. I stopped at a gas station for gum and a restroom. We walked down the road and nearly got hit by a few cars. And we had to walk in the mud.

So anyhow, at one point there's an old man in a Go-Kart behind us. A slow go-kart. Almost like a no-kart. Anyhow, the no-karter was behind us, and he was noing slightly faster than us. We ran. He caught up. We were screaming about how it was some sort of terrible horror movie.

I then detailed to him my plan to liberate him. It included calling 1-800-LIQUOR, stealing all his parents' 196 (!) proof liquor, pouring it on a guy's car, urinating on it, setting it on fire, setting the owner on fire, putting the remains in his pocket, hitting anyone that asked "Is that a charred car in your pocket or are you just having an erection?" with the car, throwing the remains through a window, attacking a bus driver, and dying. It was a perfect plan.

We then detailed our experiences about how stupid our exes are. But on the topic of women, Carl's up on me, 2 to -1. Later, Carl brought up an interesting point.

He said something along the lines of "We need to find you someone who's one, two, three times a lady".

Ha.

So we were at Jefferson Park by the time we finished discussing dumb exes. I got on the bus, with only two other people there - the bus driver, and some bizarre student. The driver and the student had a weird conversation. The driver was surprisingly intelligent looking for a bus driver, and the student had a strange accent I couldn't place. It could have been Bosnian and it could have been Indianan. They bickered. Playfully, I think.

The student asked him if he knew where Bosnia was, and the driver told her he didn't.

Didn't you get an education, she says.

Nope, he says. Do you take this bus often, he says.

Yes, she says, I go to school around here. Why do you work as a bus driver, she asks. Are you paid well?

They were hard to hear. It was interesting to listen to.

When I got home, I went to my computer. I started thinking about writing an entry.

I didn't write it for another 3 or 4 hours. As interesting as I found my day in retrospect, I have other things to make myself do.
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