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Dear UofC Buses,
I would say "stop being so freaking late", but I fear any use of the word 'stop' would mean you wouldn't run at all, and then I'd never get to class. So now I have two rolls of film staring at me going "We want to know what's on us, too!" and I can't do anything about it, because at this point I wouldn't get to the darkroom until nearly 6, and it closes at 7. And it takes me at least an hour to develop film. You know, I never thought I'd seriously regret not stealing a supply of chemicals that have to be put into a hazardous materials bin when I'm done with them so that I wouldn't have to worry about things like this. For seriously, buses, now I have to get up early tomorrow and go to the darkroom before class, which means not only getting up early (which is a travesty on my sleep schedule), but having to deal with the vicious overcrowding on the early buses. UofC buses, your schedules were supposed to be fixed months ago. You're supposed to be reliable, because silly people like me rather enjoy having a spacious room with a view of the lake and being able to go to class. Now it's going to be forever before I know how my ninjas, dinos, and grapes experiment turned out on actual film.
And now I have to go read poetry because of your evilness. Evil Bus McEvilfaces. I'll show you someday. I'll show you.
With Much Fist-Shaking,
evilhippo
P.S. It's 5:44 and I've been watching out my window. Glad I wasn't still waiting for you, bus, since you still haven't come.
I would say "stop being so freaking late", but I fear any use of the word 'stop' would mean you wouldn't run at all, and then I'd never get to class. So now I have two rolls of film staring at me going "We want to know what's on us, too!" and I can't do anything about it, because at this point I wouldn't get to the darkroom until nearly 6, and it closes at 7. And it takes me at least an hour to develop film. You know, I never thought I'd seriously regret not stealing a supply of chemicals that have to be put into a hazardous materials bin when I'm done with them so that I wouldn't have to worry about things like this. For seriously, buses, now I have to get up early tomorrow and go to the darkroom before class, which means not only getting up early (which is a travesty on my sleep schedule), but having to deal with the vicious overcrowding on the early buses. UofC buses, your schedules were supposed to be fixed months ago. You're supposed to be reliable, because silly people like me rather enjoy having a spacious room with a view of the lake and being able to go to class. Now it's going to be forever before I know how my ninjas, dinos, and grapes experiment turned out on actual film.
And now I have to go read poetry because of your evilness. Evil Bus McEvilfaces. I'll show you someday. I'll show you.
With Much Fist-Shaking,
evilhippo
P.S. It's 5:44 and I've been watching out my window. Glad I wasn't still waiting for you, bus, since you still haven't come.
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