And so everyone still seems to be awfully overwhelmed by this whole Twilight thing; I must say that frankly, Edward Cullen is sooo two weeks ago.
Technically, I have all the rights in the world to be an insane teeny-bopper drooling at the thought of Bobby Pattinson, as I am still officially a TEENAGER. I still live with my parents, wear UGG's that I have not paid for (must thank the parentals for that, but I admit that Ugg's are called that for a reason-hint: it has to do with aesthetics) and am overall your average not-a-girl, far-from-a-woman, nineteen year old. I have read the book, mind you, which gives me an additional permission to join the legions of shrieking fans.
But I have moved
on to greater things, such as wondering why they removed those sticky triangle stickers from the subway...
The ones that show you where the metro door is supposed to be. (The city's hopeful investment in the crazy idea that it'll reduce subway traffic, and perhaps serve as a guideline to the underground etiquette. Umm yeah..)
Of course I being the amazing citizen that I am, have immediately assumed that these yellow arrows were there to indicate exactly where I should steer away from, to let the passengers out before proceeding to board. Obviously.
Most people took them as a personal invitation to monopolize the subway.
Sometimes I feel like I'm just
not on the same wavelength
as any other human
being in this city.
That is,
aside
of
Bunny...♥
Bunny has a theory as to why those stickies were removed about a day and three quarters after their majestic entrance to the not-so-glorious underground world.
[Just a fancy way to say subway.]
He says it's because they weren't all that sticky after all (and I must agree with him, we noticed a few peeling off after only a day) and that someone must've tripped and fallen onto the subway tracks and gotten shred to pieces by the subway and their family must've complained and threatened to sue the STM.
I'd feel awful to say good riddance, but part of me cannot help to wonder what kind of idiot would manage to die because of a dysfunctional sticker in the subway?
I mean, I most definitely agree with the removal of those unecessary stickers, that should have never been made to begin with, but this makes me wonder what kind of person that hypothetical and most probably fictional guy was
to selfishly rush himself to the metro doors as if he owned them?
(And I know for a fact that it was a man. How? I just know.)
Well let me tell you. Imagine this; an overweight grumpy 45 to 50 year old white collar employee that works in a tall building and eats Kojax too often for lunch. (Who would want to eat something that sounds like a cross between two toilet cleansers anyways?) That man reads the Metro every morning and throws it away in the garbage can, not the recyling one.
His motivation? He's the Grinch. He's evil and mean, and won't give his seat to an old lady and/or pregnant woman under any circumstance.
And now, assuming that Bunny's theory was real you'd expect me to feel sorry for that guy?
Fat chance...(pun intended)
Alright, I am grumpy. Lack of sleep+stress+finals+my first semester of university being almost over+lack of money+lousy job= me at this point.
I promise that I will write prettier things though. Not that anyone will read this, aside of Bunny. If I force him. I suspect Bunny doesn't like to read altogether, unless it's something that has to do with physics, quantum physics and um astrophysics? I think I made the last one up, but I believe that saying that he loves physics would be an understatement.
But guess what? He loves me more.
Aww that silly Bunny...
On a happier note, this week I have fallen in love with:
blueberry-flavoured (yes, flavoured) green tea, a pirate's heart, American Apparel's Le Sac Dress and blogging.
And you should too.
much love,
and wonderful things,
V. (It does not stand for any of the possibly dirty things your dirty mind can imagine.)
