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So this blog has been started as a creative writing project. I weighed the option of writing it down in a journal and keeping it under wraps but in the end I decided that the thoughts, ideas, and ramblings that happen to travel through my mind are much too important to not be shared with the world. That being said, let's start talking about my day.

 
Today I reluctantly woke up at 8:30 because I was under the impression that I would have to catch the bus to school.

Unfortunately before I continue this story (too soon! I know I know!) I'm going to have to interrupt with thoughts on the Duluth Transit Authority. I am eternally grateful that the DTA provides the college students of Duluth with free fare on bus rides. More often than I can recall I have been saved from the occasional card peddling Evangelist or brown-toothed drug dealer by a royalty-free escort donning an extremely flattering black sweater and blue shirt combo. This message isn't for my guardian angels behind the big horizontal wheel. This message goes the "The Man" at that DTA station who calls the scheduling and but route shots.

You see, I'm a student at Lake Superior College. I don't have much money and when my five hundred dollar car breaks down for some strange reason I rely on the bus to bring me to my campus for class. Since I live on the lower east side the only two buses (both number 13L) that I have the opportunity to catch that take me directly to the campus are at eight and nine in the morning. None of my classes start before noon, so you see, this is a pain in my insomniatic(<--not a word) ass. But it goes further than that. None of my classes end before 4:50. This is a terrible situation for my return journey home you see, because no DTA buses bound for my living area (the number 9L) leave the campus after four o'clock. Therefore, if I want to take the bus home, I have to take the number five up to the mall, then the number ten from the mall to the corner of 4th and 4th east. then walk the remaining ten blocks home through what I have been told is a pretty rough neighborhood, though I have never been involved in an altercation there myself.

Think it stops there do you? well prepare yourself for the most depressing part of my tale of woe! My final class on Mondays and Wednesdays doesn't let out until 6:50. The last bus to leave the campus for the mall is at 6:30. So unless I get let out of class early or skip the last twenty minutes, I have to take the number five to the west side, then the one, two, three, or four (depending on my timing, location, and amount of pepper spray to ward off anyone who is frightfully interested in popping my personal bubble). Then I have to hope there is a number 13 leaving the DTA transit center soon, because they close the shelter and it's frickin' cold out here.

So you see, Mr. or Mrs. DTA assho-er route planner. I would sincerely appreciate it if you could provide a few more 9Ls and a few more 13Ls for people like me who enjoy the comforts of both a lower class East side situated neighborhood and cheaper community college atmosphere.

Anyways I forget what I was saying. Ah yes, my day. for the rest of the day I skipped one class to get more than 3 hours of sleep, got a ride from my roommate later in the afternoon, read a little of everything, played diablo 2, finished this homework assignment, and ended my day with my beautiful girlfriend Emma. Thanks for listening world.