oh, the MBTA...

So as much as I'm getting more comfortable with public transportation, every time I think I have it figured out, I realize I don't. Remember last night, how I had everything planned to get to the bar? How I wasn't going to wander around Boston in the middle of the night? Well.

I caught my first bus just fine. It was going pretty slow though, and I was worried I was going to miss the connection. When I saw a stop ahead of my planned one that had the bus number I was looking for on it, I went ahead and jumped off. Oh, my naivete. After waiting like, 20 minutes, I was starting to get concerned. I'd seen a million buses go by, but not mine. I asked the kind lady sitting next to me if she knew whether my bus was coming. She seemed skeptical and told me that just because the number was there, didn't mean that bus always came. She told me to take the next available bus to the main transfer station (where I'd planned to go originally) and wait there. I got there, and of course I had just missed my bus (that only came every 30 mins). So I waited, again.

When I finally made it to the bar... there was a line. Because apparently Boston is really serious about fire hazards and it was only a little hole in the wall place. So I waited... again. For like 30 minutes. When I finally got inside, it was at least two hours after I'd left the house. And of course I couldn't stay very long, because I had to catch one of the last buses out.

Naturally, I missed it.

So I walked through a somewhat sketchy part of town at like, midnight. And I was TRUCKING. Because if I didn't make it to my next bus in time, I was really screwed. I probably walked 2 miles? It was a main street, don't get me wrong, but there was no one else walking. People kept staring at me out the window, like, who is that crazy white girl and why is she walking?! I did indeed make it to the bus stop in time, but then this guy walked by and was like, "I hope it's still running, sometimes that bus stops early!" and inwardly I just thought, "why meeeeee?!"

Then the Domino's pizza guy came to my rescue. He saw me sitting there and was apparently concerned for my safety (he told me people get shot in that neighborhood sometimes... awesome), so he drove me home (which was waaaay out of the way) after he delivered his food. Of course a couple minutes after I got into the car, I saw the bus going the other direction (but that doesn't mean it was going to come my way).

My life is ridiculous. And then, today! My mom suggested I map out the route to school to make sure I make it Monday with no problems. So I wrote it down (take the bus to the train, get off, walk a couple of blocks, no big, right?) and was off. Well, I had it all right. Except that I took the bus the wrong way. To the other side of town. So what should have been a 15 minute ride, tops, took a little over an hour. Granted, I did get to witness the adorableness of almost an entire bus full of mothers and babies in strollers, out enjoying the nice weather today. And, you know, I saw some new stuff.

So when I finally got on the train, I was like, COOL, I'VE GOT THIS. Only, there was some kind of malfunction and the train just stopped on the Charles Bridge. For about 20 minutes. When I finally got off the train, I made it to my building with no problems, thank goodness! Because I really couldn't have handled any more confusion.

I then got back on the train to head to the Science Museum, which was free today, so I wanted to check it out. It was okay, nothing exciting. Probably cooler for a 10 year old. There was a pretty nice photograph exhibit, though. So I stayed for like an hour, and got back on the train. It probably took a good 30 minutes to get back across town, where I went to the store to buy some granola, and then I may have gone to the Gap to buy another pair of the pants that I love. Because they are really, really wonderful. The bus stop is right across from there, so I sat down and waited. For a while. And I was like, OH MY GOD NOT AGAIN. So I just walked like, halfway home, thinking I was going to have to walk the whole way home (can I just say, thank goodness for nice weather?!). The bus did catch up with me.

By the time I got here, I was just exhausted and hungry, so I tore apart a simple meal of granola and yogurt with strawberries and bananas. It was really, really hard not to stop somewhere to eat, but I just kept reminding myself that I was broke, and that my credit card did not need the added stress. The food that I bought for at home is not cheap food - I mean, it's not that I paid a lot, because Trader Joe's is surprisingly affordable. But what I mean is that it's good quality food. Because I know that if I'm not enjoying the food I have at home, I will spend money I don't have to go out to eat. I could easily go into debt just over freaking food, I swear! This morning I had an awesome breakfast of smoked salmon on a pita with tomatoes and cheese, with a side of scrambled eggs with mushrooms. I also tried out my new coffee in a french press, because that's what we have here, and it was awesome! I had to you tube a video to see exactly how it works, even though I thought I had the basic idea. I'm glad I did, because I would have done it wrong!

That's my ridiculous life.