Afternoon Philosophy

Oftentimes on the long and arduous 15-minute journey from the bus stop to my home, I get bored, despite the average of 5 songs I have tiome to listen to on the way. In these intermittent periods of boredom, I do what you might call philosophise. Although, if anyone ever tried to follow my train of thought, it'd probably confuse them quite a bit. In this post, I will simply write down whatever thoughts run through my head. This may let things out that I would otherwise never reveal, so feel priveleged! Feeling priveleged? Good. Then let's begin.

(Leaves bus)
*music*
*music*
Maybe I should write a blog post tonight.
What would I write it on, though?
*Composes literary piece in mind, to be forgotten before anything can be done with it*
That'd be pretty cool to post on my blog.
Nah, people would think I was weird if I wrote that.
Dammit, I need to grow a pair and ask her out.
But she was away today, and that was when I was going to.
Why has Lydia been away so long? I hope nothing's wrong.
*Wonders why I always feel pissed-off when walking home*
*Sees some random walking past, envisages random and I having a fight, me winning*
*Wonders where the sudden srge of aggresiveness came from*
Hmm, it's been ages since I've really talked to anyone in that group. I wonder how they're all going.
I miss sitting with tha tgroup.
Ah well, I'm sure it'd only be awkward if I went back there at this point.
Dammit, I need to grow a pair and ask her out!
DAMMIT!
*Agressiveness passes*
Maybe I should look up some more tabs for my guitar.
Meh, can't be buggred.
What will I do tonight?
Probably sit on the computer unti lway too late, then regret it when I get up feeling dead tomorrow morning.
Meh.
Oh, this is the bit that destroys me in this song.
Yes!
Why do so many people trust me with their secrets, and others, who are pobably smarter, not?
(Arrives home)

And so, on revision, I realised that this is actually pretty followable. Oops, hers another bit of my stream of consciousness, pulled it out for you just now.

Makes me wonder...
Ooooh-ooh, it make me wonder (And she's buying a stairway to heaven)









And she was bu-uy-ing a stai-ir-way...to heaven...