If you lived in Sydney, you would hate late buses too

Hey guys
I wrote this little post when I was waiting at the bus stop because I was bored. Here it is:

Hey guys
If you lived in Sydney, you would hate late buses too. I hate late buses, even though I'm usually late to everything. Which technically means I should love buses because they're a great excuse for being late.
Well, it's cold. I'm probably going to develop a rare species of flu from Norway because of this temperature.
Anyway. I was at my BFF's house and I slept over last night and then we woke up at 10AM today and got dressed and talked and ate and talked and listened to music and talked. You get the point. My dad couldn't pick me up because he's "working" and my mom couldn't because she just had an eye operation so she can't really drive. And it's too far for me to walk from Vaucluse to Double Bay, so I had to catch the 325. I was walking up my friends drive-way and the 325 drives past and I'm running towards it screaming "STOP! STOP!"
But, of course, the deaf driver doesn't hear me. I found out the next bus comes at 12:52PM and I was like "Crap, I need to be home by 1!". Because that's just how my dad works. So I call my dad and leave him a message telling him that I'm going to be a bit late. So that's all good. Then the 000 SPECIAL bus comes and the driver stops and opens the door and is like "All the buses are late today. Where do you need to go?" And I'm like "Stalker, I'm not telling you where I freaking live!" But instead I say "Double Bay". And he says "Well I'm going to Rose Bay and you can walk from there." And I'm like "Dude, that's two freaking kilometers! I barly have the energy to step onto your specail bus." But I say "No, it's fine. I'll just wait for my bus." And he says "It's going to be late. You'll get cold". And I'm like "Bit late for that one."
So the dude in the special bus drives away and I'm standing here, constantly checking my phone, jingling my $1.60 (BTW buses should be free) in my pocket and listening to B.O.B telling me how there are so many beautiful girls all over the world.
My bus FINALLY comes at 1:30PM and by now, my dad had called me twice and me being the genius I am, had put my phone on silent. So I couldn't hear it (duh!).
I finally get home and I'm walking up the hill and my dad drives past and stops and is like "I was about to call the police!"
And I'm like "It's a good thing you didn't."


So I'm at home now. The heater is on but it only blows out mildly warm air, not hot air that burns you if you put your arm in the vent (trust me, I've tried).

I'm going to keep writing to annoy you because that's the kind of person I am.

Changed my mind. I'm going to go and enter a Girlfriend contest to see if I could write a blog for them! Quickly read all the previous posts because I'm going to delete everything about Justin Bieber.

Xx GWKE