Blogging on my birthday

This is probably the saddest blog post ever written. I mean who blogs on their birthday? I should be celebrating instead. Well in my defense, I’m on a bus right now and there’s not much I can do to celebrate at the moment. I mean I suppose I could have worn a party hat or a birthday tiara and a sash or something and then told random people around me that it was my birthday. And then have a birthday cake in my lap, complete with candles. And maybe a balloon. And request that they all sing for me? But alas, I’ve missed my chance. But this does sound like a good plan for next year… Because then I’ll be a quarter of a century and that seems like the appropriate way to deal with a mid-mid-life crisis.

I suppose I shouldn’t even be on a bus on my birthday. I should have someone to drive me around instead. There’s often this sense of entitlement that people have on their birthday. There are some that go all out and want it to be the best day ever and then there are others that prefer to treat it like any other day. Because why is it such a big deal that you were born? That was completely out of your control. Everyone around you was born too. It’s really not a major accomplishment.

But birthdays are still special, even for those who choose to ignore them. If you want them to be. It’s not just a celebration of the day you were born, it’s a celebration of you and of your life. But the sense of entitlement isn’t necessary. This is the first year that I’ve worked on my birthday. Because the past few years, it has fallen on the long weekend or I’ve requested it off. And before that I was unemployed. But I don’t mind anymore. A summer birthday is nice because I never had to go to school on my birthday like so many other people. But at the same time, the day was always depressing, because it meant that summer vacation was already half over.

I wasn’t going to blog today but a few people actually asked if I was writing a birthday blog post. Granted, they were probably joking. But I figured I may as well. I’m actually behind on my blogging at the moment. There are posts I would like to write but I haven’t had the time. So stay tuned for posts better than this one about night markets, dancing, and of course, birthdays. Because there’s only so much I can say in a blog post while commuting. But I liked the alliteration of “blogging on my birthday” and decided that a random post just had to be written. I apologize if it is lacking. But hey, it’s my birthday, so even if you don’t like this post, I’m entitled to your praise and acceptance.

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There’s a rat on the bus

I heard the bus driver say “Can you please put it away?” and I looked over at the two guys in the middle of the bus who he was talking to. And then I saw what it was. It was a rat. Or a mouse? I couldn’t quite tell from where I was sitting. Which is probably a good thing since it meant I maintained my distance.

But yeah they were holding this white rat. But they listened to the driver and put it away. One guy took it and put it down his own shirt. Is it still there now? I think so. I guess he had nowhere else to put it. But ew. It’s a fucking rat. That’s disgusting to have it down your shirt. It creeps me out just thinking about it.

I’m sort of glad he did it though. Because the alternative could have been to let it run loose around the bus. And that would have freaked out a lot of people, me included. Why did they even have a rat with them on the bus? Like not in a cage or anything? Who does that? Is it just because I’m not an animal person that I don’t understand?

I’m no longer on that bus now so I don’t know what happened to the rat or the guy. His friend got off the bus before he did, so it’s just him and the rat now. The rat did what it was supposed to do and stayed out of sight. I wouldn’t have known it was there, had I not seen it before it went down the guy’s shirt. But now I’m going to be paranoid that people around me on the bus secretly have rats down their shirts.

That one good morning

So I’m constantly complaining about Translink. And rightly so. The other day two of my buses didn’t come and they assured me that the one I asked about was running on time and was right where it was supposed to be. I informed them that it never came to my stop but they just continually said there had been no reports. Then they finally said that it had been running late and had skipped my stop to compensate.

I constantly deal with these types of problems, as well as the crowds of people that surround and annoy me during my commutes. Like the throat clearer this morning who would alternate between the throat clearing and deep breathing for no apparent reason. And the even worse guy standing between us who made noises with his mouth as if he was chewing when really he wasn’t. I don’t know how to describe the sound in words, other than that it was annoying and unnecessary.

But yesterday was a good morning. A key part of it anyway. The part when I was on the 43 bus. Why? Because not only was the bus on time, but it was almost completely empty. There were maybe five other people on it. But they sat away from me. I had pretty much the whole back of the bus to myself. It was so nice and spacious. Not that I made use of the space or anything, I only took up one seat. But it was nice to be able to look up and not have to bear witness to any annoying habits that I otherwise would have.

It was odd. It was like a miracle. I began to wonder why it was so empty. I almost felt like tweeting translink to ask them why my bus was empty and what they did with the people. Were they gone for my benefit? I remember this Twilight Zone episode where for some reason this kid has power over this small town and when people think bad thoughts about him he can wish them away. At one point he complains to his dad that there aren’t any other children there for him to play with and his dad explains to him that it’s because he had wished all the other children away. He was an annoying kid. But yeah, maybe I had somehow subconsciously wished away the annoying people on the bus, before the bus even arrived at my stop. Although why I’d want to compare myself to an evil and disturbed little kid, I don’t know.

But clearly that wasn’t the case. Because I’m on the bus this morning and there are people on it. Unless they’re still gone and now I’m just hallucinating. Maybe I’m not even on a bus right now? Am I dreaming? Whatever the case, it’s not so bad. The bus isn’t completely full and the people on this bus are far less annoying than the ones on the Canada Line. If only I could have wished away some of those people. Particularly the throat clearer and the fake chewer. But alas this is real life and not the Twilight Zone. But still, a girl can dream.

The broken seat

I went to the movies last night.  It’s busy on Tuesdays because the tickets are cheaper.  But we managed to find seats.  And not just any seats either.  The chair next to my chair was under repair (that rhyme was not intentional but now I feel like I should have written this as a poem), which meant that no one could sit in it.  I love it when the seat beside me is empty.  I thoroughly enjoyed having that arm rest all to myself.  I often get angry when things are out of service or under repair.  This was a rare occurrence where it worked in my favour.

The most upsetting thing

So I went grocery shopping at Safeway with my dad on Sunday. I picked up some essentials, you know, a lumberjack sandwich, a tub of ice cream, a box of donuts. They also have pie in their baked goods section. I noticed they had a key lime meringue pie. Obviously I had to get one.

That night, I had a very small piece of it. It was good. I was looking forward to having more the following day. I considered taking a piece to work with my lunch but then I would have had to find a container for it and I just couldn’t be bothered. Waiting until I got home the next day would be fine. Or so I thought.

When I came home yesterday, my family was watching Fear Factor. People were in a giant tub of cow’s blood and they had to put the cow’s hearts in their mouths. My only question was why? Seriously, why? Isn’t that highly unsanitary? Not to mention disgusting? Oh wait, I guess I do have more questions than why? Anyway, you would think that would have been the most upsetting thing I saw that day. But you would be wrong.

I went into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter was the foil dish that the pie had been on, as well as the cover. It was empty. Completely empty. I interrupted my family mid Fear Factor viewing to yell “You ate the entire pie?!!”. Seriously, I wasn’t even expecting anyone else to eat any of it, let alone the whole thing. My brothers sort of pointed to each other, blaming one another for having eaten it, or having eaten most of it. But yeah, seeing the empty pie dish was the most upsetting thing I saw yesterday. The awfulness of Fear Factor came in at a very close second.

I rewarded myself with some Yogen Fruz

So after going to that yoga class yesterday, I thought I deserved a reward. It just so happens there’s a Yogen Fruz on Robson Street, not too far from the yoga place. So naturally I went there. It made sense. Yoga, yogurt, they both start with “yog”. It was meant to be.

I hadn’t been to a Yogen Fruz in a really long time. I remember way back when there used to be one at Lansdowne Centre and I would go there sometimes as a kid with my parents. I remember being upset when it closed down. There’s still one at Oakridge Centre, but I never really go there. So I was kind of excited.

When I went in, this guy pretty much pushed me out of the way so he could get to the self serve machines. The cups were all big. I picked one up and asked what size it was. The lady told me you could fill it up as much as you want, and then you pay by weight, so if you don’t want a lot, you can just fill it up a little bit.

The plan was to just fill it up a little bit. But obviously that didn’t happen. The cup was so big that it just looked stupid to have a small amount in it. It was just a waste of cup space. So I filled it up some more, until it looked like a decent amount. And I had to throw in a few strawberries, blueberries, and pieces of granola, otherwise that would defeat the purpose of the whole create your own aspect. Of course these added to the weight, but I didn’t care. It was worth it.

I ended up paying more than I would have had I I just ordered a yogurt and let them do it for me. But it was more fun this way. And this way to don’t have to choose a size. If small isn’t enough, but the bigger size is too much, you just create your own size. It’s great having that freedom.

As I walked down the street eating my frozen yogurt, I felt people were staring at me. I bet they were jealous. Or maybe it was just cause I looked gross after yoga. But a couple girls walked by me and I heard them say “Oh my God that Yogen Fruz looks so good!”. So yeah, they were jealous. I’m pretty sure I drove more customers their way by eating my frozen yogurt on a busy street. I think I should get something for my advertising efforts. Don’t you?