Well, this feels different. Itâ€™s now been three weeks since Iâ€™ve been on this bus with my laptop, writing away. So whatâ€™s on the docket for today?
Today was just about the same as yesterday. I started getting tired around 9:30 am and the attention span went downhill from there. The co-ops went out for lunch again today, but I decided to stick around the office instead, since I left early for catch the bus. I somewhat regret that since it was an extremely nice day and we had made reservations for a patio spot. It felt like summer with the sun blazing down, 20C temperature and a nice warm breeze. Couldnâ€™t ask for anything more.
To keep some sort of attentiveness at work, I decided to crank out the old Seussical MP3s that I ripped from the CD about a year ago. That was quite a trip down memory lane. It kept me awake, but I wasnâ€™t really doing any work. I was transported back to those days when I ate, breathed and lived Seussical in some shape or form. I was quite surprised just how many lines I still remember from all those songs. And I can still picture those notes on the page that I played over and over so many times. It also got me thinking about theatre and acting in general.
I can definitely see how theatre or acting would be an extremely enjoyable career. Now Iâ€™m not really talking about the bigshot movies or anything. Iâ€™m talking about the musicals and plays presented on a stage. Itâ€™s the sort of thing where you get one crack at it and only one crack. That rush of adrenaline is quite a feeling. And when the showâ€™s over, that feeling of elation and satisfaction is so very addictive. The way that people grow together through all the hard work and fun is remarkable. I got such a little taste and yet I crave it so. I know a few people who are still at it. You canâ€™t even begin to understand the envy I have for you sometimes. Engineeringâ€™s pretty much the opposite of what youâ€™re doing. Donâ€™t see too many musicals put on in engineering firms. 😉
In other news, Iâ€™ve become a big fan of Michael Bubleâ€™s Itâ€™s Time album. I remember listening to it quite some time ago and hating it. Well, for one reason or another, Iâ€™d probably have to say it I like it more than his self-titled album. I think itâ€™s because thereâ€™s a great mix of big band tunes along with some more mellow ones. Okay, so Iâ€™m not a big fan of Home as itâ€™s one of his more â€˜poppyâ€™ sounding songs, but the other song of his that seems to get played quite a bit is Save The Last Dance, but I absolutely love that one.
I almost forgot to say I did something awfully flukey today. I had looked up the bust times on the Coach Canada site. I decided Iâ€™d take the 4:30pm bus from Kitchener. So I backtracked to see what buses I would need to take to get there in time. After some searching I found I needed to take the 14 down to Conestoga Mall then Iâ€™d have 15 minutes until I needed to leave on the iXpress for the Kitchener terminal. I decided Iâ€™d spend those 15 minutes at the Bell Mobility store checking out some phones. Well, when I got to the Conestoga on the 14, I saw the iXpress just pull into the terminal. So I thought, ugh, Iâ€™ve got this big, heavy bag. Iâ€™ll just take this iXpress.
Well, when I actually got down to the Kitchener terminal, I waited only 10 minutes or so before the Coach Canada bus came and left. I made it. But if I had of done what I had intended to at the mall, I would have missed this bus. Iâ€™m not exactly sure which bus this is, since I really donâ€™t think theyâ€™d just leave 15 minutes early for no reasonâ€¦ I told my parents Iâ€™d be in St. Catharines at 7:30pm or so, but I donâ€™t think itâ€™s going to take that long. I still need to ask the drive when weâ€™re actually supposed to arrive in St. Catharines.
Well, that was an awfully long and rambling post, but itâ€™s because Iâ€™m bored on this bus. I can hardly wait to eat some home-cooked food and sleep in my own bed. Oh, Iâ€™m so tired right now. Iâ€™m also hungry. This is probably a good time to break out those two-bite brownies I got just for this occasion. Toodles.