If I have to take public transit, it’s usually the bus, just because I love the busses and some of them get me closer to home than any of the C-Train stations do. But when Nate and I have been out walking, we’ve taken our fair share of C-Train rides.
But ever since the pandemic hit, we’ve been really limited in our walks due to 1) no public bathrooms being open, 2) being afraid of malls, which were our primary stopping points, and 3) being wary of public transportation (even though, in my opinion, it’s probably safer now than it ever has been due to the fact that there are so few people utilizing it).
So we haven’t had a C-Train ride in a while.
But I just found these two videos of both the Red and Blue C-Train lines, so I shall use them to travel the city vicariously.
This morning I had to sprint ten blocks* to the second bus I catch to get to campus because somehow, in the infinite wisdom that is my half-awake mindset, I managed to screw up the time my second alarm goes off while I was trying to get the first one to shut up. I wouldn’t have even bothered except I had to present for my Measurement class at 9:30 AM…not something you want to miss when the presentation is worth like 30% of your grade, and something I’m damn glad I remembered when I happened to glance at my clock and see a blurry “8:50 AM” displayed.
On the upside, I broke my old record of “this is the fastest I can get to school in panic mode.”
So after that insanity this morning, I then spent all afternoon spazzing over my Regression problem set (due tomorrow) as well as the write-up for my Measurement project (due tomorrow, too). Then I somehow stumbled across the fact that Brian Regan actually does do shows in Canada, and that he was performing tonight at 7:30. So I went to see him, which was super awesome. Worth every dollar, that man is freaking hilarious.
IN OTHER NEWS: classes are over, bitches! Now I just have to turn in these two things tomorrow, invigilate exams on the 21st and 22nd, take my Regression final on the 23rd, turn in the last Measurement homework on the 26th, and grade Infancy crap. Then first year = DONE.
Yeah, that’s all I got.
*Vancouver blocks are like twice the size of Moscow ones, for whatever the hell reason. It takes 15 minutes to walk from 41st to my house on 31st, and I walk pretty damn fast. Not a problem when I don’t have anywhere to be, but in the mornings I much prefer the 2 minute ride on the #7 to get to the UBC bus.
Today’s song: 栄光の架橋 by ゆず
The Inevitable Bus Rant
I like the bus. I really do. It gives me a chance to just zone out and listen to music while not worrying about anything else before school/after school/on the way to Safeway-Walmart-wherever. However, there are a couple of things that bug the hell out of me.
“There are thirty people waiting in a line to get on this bus…hmm, I’ll just barge my way to the front and get on first.”
I think this is my biggest pet peeve. This DRIVES ME CRAZY, mainly because the bus I take to campus in the morning is usually very crowded due to the time of day. I don’t think a person waiting patiently in a line should get screwed over and have to stand when another person decides they’re more important than the rest of the world and pushes other people out of the way to get on first. It’s not the last helicopter out of Vietnam, so stop being a dick.
“I’M ON A CELL PHONE, CAN YOU HEAR MY CONVERSATION?!”
Why the hell are you yelling? Tell me why? Does the reception suck that bad? And if so, why didn’t you call your friend BEFORE you got on the bus? I don’t care that you’re holding a huge party at your house on Thursday, and I’m sure the rest of the people on the bus don’t, either. Notice those angry glares you’re getting? Of course you don’t, no one exists in your world but you.
“I HAVE AN IPOD, CAN YOU HEAR MY MUSIC?!”
I’ve ranted about this before. The reason for headphones is so that other people don’t have to suffer through your Avril Lavigne habit. Did you notice that picture near the front of the bus with the little stereo crossed out on it? Yeah. That applies to you near-deaf or soon-to-be-deaf people who don’t understand that many decibels = hearing loss, both to yourself and the poor soul that has to sit next to you and listen to an obscenely loud and tinny version of “Hit Me Baby One More Time.”
“I’m going to stand right in front of the door, even though I’m not getting off the bus until it arrives at its final station!”
This doesn’t bother me when the bus is full and there’s no place else to stand. This bothers me when there are like ten seats still open and some dude with a backpack the size of France decides to blockade the door so that people have to maneuver around him to get off the bus. I think it’s acceptable if you’re getting off at one of the early stops, but if you’re not getting off until the bus reaches the other side of Vancouver? Sit down or stand somewhere else.
“Oh my god, I totally just went shopping and all my new purchases need their own seat!”
Not a problem on non-crowded buses; a big problem on the #7. Do you see that old lady standing because there aren’t any open seats? She’s standing there because of your shopping addiction, you jerk.