Bus thoughts

1 bus is awesome. 2 buses is normal travel. 3 seems completely outrageous. I'm glad that I'm not alone in this.

Why is it my natural inclination is just to hug people. I just can't get enough. Mostly because more often than not, I refrain from hugging the brotherly figures that populate my workplace . I feel like it might be too much for them.

There was a girl on the bus today yammering on about who knows what, chomping down on her bag of tortilla chips. Crunched up soggy bits sat on her tongue as she continued yelling and chomping. I refrained from laughing/gaping in horror.

I like being called kiddo. It makes me miss my brothers. Wait. But Not by everyone

I have rules that I live by. This doesn't come from being Mormon. It comes from being me. While it occasionally walks hand in hand, don't confuse the two. I'm Mormon and peculiar- but Amanda's in a league of her own. ;)

my finger tips are dry from too much stickering.

My natural inclination is to go defensive and threaten. I have little follow through on this.

Sometimes I get shooting pains up my spine. The wind has changed and they are coming. It's like electric shock. None fun.

I love looking around on the bus and seeing a bunch of people reading.

Note, there's also something insanely attractive about seeing a guy reading. Shoot-dang

I occasionally get little reminders that I live in Seattle. My heart palpitates and I smile to myself that I'm actually here. Then laugh because I've lived here a year.