whatever.

I went to the TCDSB, found my way by left turning everywhere. Luckily i have picture almost perfect memory and remembered where it was. Registered my damn self and now I'm in to obtain that damn 4 percent I'm down. But sometimes you have to work yourself backwards to push yourself twice as much forward. Arriving home, some dude was pushing on the 190 so i looked back and felt no pushing anymore lol. That solves every solution to those bus pushers aka assholes. Step 1) Come to a sudden halt Step 2) look back, don't turn fully as if you were going to cuss him. But to a good enough so he can see you are being invaded into your personal space. Step 3) Look forward and continue onto the doors. Step 4) only to be used if Step 2 doesn't work. Turn around fully and ask "Why are you pushing me?" following up with a cleaver stinger as in "You need to pee or something? is there a washroom on the bus? Because i have to go as well". Step 5) Continued If Step 2 doesn't work follow through with Step 4 continued with Step 5, turn back around facing the bus doors, satisfied, henceforth to your seat victorious.

Apart from all that, I have been getting compliments that are making my somewhat down pouring of shit life into a positive one. Just one word that sums up my whole day, "MATURE". Its a word that me, I, Phil can get used too. I guess ill keep this ongoing compliment and apply it to me; by evolving from immature to mature. Its a good trait, ill sit with my back straight with a newspaper while sipping on some venti latte caramel frapacrapacino from Starbucks(product placement rocks). Goodbye immature world, hello new Phil. But at the end i know myself that I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRT BAG BABY.


Expect nothing, live frugally on surprise.