Like A Wave On The Ocean We Danced

For the last 2 weeks I have been living on my own, house sitting for some friends (and what a house it is!). However, the experience hasn't made me want to move out of home any sooner. To say I lived there would be using the definition of lived very loosley. To begin with I was loving it - the independance, the peace, the serenity. But I soon found myself on frequent journeys home for dinner and other food runs. Life on your own can lead to hunger and a longing for, dare I say it, something healthy to eat.
Anyway, the new house meant a differnt bus route to uni. Interesting? Not really except for that bus not operating before 9 oclock in the morning, screwing me around big time. Back on the 105, a full bus and one crazy guy holding his hands over his ears, putting his head forward and rocking, looking up about every 10 seconds and muttering stuff (probably about aliens). I really thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown or pull out a gun and start shooting at everyone or aliens. I am hereby declaring right now the 105 bus route the greatest bus route in the history of all bus routes.
And to everyone who said I was "whinging", my sore shoulder (suffered doing a courageuos team act in football) ended up being damaged tendons with some slight bone irregularites. Its only taken 10 days for me to finally be able to move my arm. But whatever doesnt kill me only makes me stronger!