Walking Downtown

Does my face always look this fat? I hope not.

So I went walking around downtown aaaalll day yesterday. AMAZING. It's been a little gloomy and rainy. But that's how I like it for taking photos. I'll post some in my other blog here.

Then Jerry and I went and saw The A-Team. Definitely a good movie. Pretty funny. :) Although I'm more of a fan of the original MR. T. I pity the fool. Haha!

Anyways I was riding the bus and I was kind of inspired to write. So I whipped out my Becki Bible and just started writing. So here you go:


There's just something about riding on the bus. You see the most interesting, yet the most normal people on the bus. I sat on the seat, waiting for my stop. Gave me plenty of time to think. I looked at every person on the bus. And I wondered what their story was.
There was a young man. Probably in his early twenties. He had a pink floyd hoodie on, long hair in a pony tail, and very large working boots. He looked troubled, but tried to hide it with his heavy brown boots.
There was a very old Asian lady. With so many wrinkles she resembled a pug dog. She kept nodding off, probably on her way home from work because she's stubborn and refuses to retire.
Two young teenage boys sat at the back. Their long sleek hair said, 'I'm hot stuff now, but a couple years down the road I'll realize how stupid I look'. They were carefree, it seemed, and joked around a lot.
An older man, probably about fifty years old sat across from me. His dirty face and extremely bony knees told me he probably didn't remember the last time he had a decent meal. He stared at his ratty shoes the whole time, deep in his thoughts. I hoped he wasn't thinking about the safest park he could sleep at tonight.
And then there was me.
What would they wonder about me?
Heavy Boots would probably see my Rage Against the Machine shirt and speculate about the type of music I listen to.
The old lady would probably wonder if I knew what I was in for, life-wise.Wonder if that young red head would someday end up with just as many wrinkles as she.
the two boys would probably wonder about my age. And debate on whether or not either of them had a chance flirting with me.
Skinny Bones would see me and wonder if I knew how lucky I was. Lucky that I have a place to sleep. Lucky that I can remember the last time I had steak and potatoes for dinner.
And the reality is...
I'm just a red headed nineteen year old girl. With these words running through my head. I'm just on the bus on my way home to make myself a turkey cheese and mustard sandwich.