Today I took the bus home from school where I had been working/spending time outside of my house. (Working from home starts to feel awfully prison-like when you have no car, but then I think any summer job starts to feel awfully prison-like). Everyone on the bus got off at my stop, which always leaves me wondering about what a driver does with an empty bus. I suppose the answer is that he keeps driving his normal route in his normal way, but I like to pretend that he dances across the bus and invites his friends to have a tea party with him on the bus or something to just completely abuse the bus driver authority.
A little woman who got off the bus with me was met by her husband waiting at the bus stop to walk home with her. There was just something about it. He was wearing socks with sandals and he took her backpack off her back and wore it for her. And they met each other with huge smiles.
In other news, I had a dream last night that I was on some sort of reality show that took place at a camp where there were an equal number of boys and girls. And every week one of the girls murdered one of the guys and whichever girl everyone thought did it had to go home. We had this challenge where the girls had to kiss one of the guys, and this girl murdered the guy I kissed and I was really upset because I thought I was going to be sent home since he was the guy that I kissed.
Lastly, there are a lot of girls from my high school choir who are either recently married (including my beautiful best friend) or they are engaged. It's like they put something in the water because the choir was small (about 26ish people half of which being girls) and 4-5 of the girls are married/engaged.
and those are my thoughts about love.
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