monday travel + pirate bird

today was absolutely crazy. an early morning following a very late night (never a good start to the day) and to get to the bus stop on time i sacrificed getting a jacket or shoes that went with my skirt. so i was freezing, and looked like an idiot. luckily bren's sister, candice is the same size shoe as me (and she's super nice).
so i got on the first bus at 7:54 this morning and got off of the last one around 7:10 tonight, with seven million buses and trains in the middle. bren and i were trialling his bus and train routes around the city. and of course i messed up our entire day. sort of.
see, the buses around here stop at every stop on their routes. and they're very easy routes to follow. but in the city, you press a 'stop' button before where you need to get off, and you have to hail the bus driver unless it's a station. i was under the impression that on this particular bus, we were getting off at the first stop and i got really excited about pushing the 'stop' button. i asked bren if i could push it and he said yes. of course he didn't realise i was going to push it straight away. so we had absolutely no idea where we were, we were ages from where we were meant to be, and we were scared the bus driver would eat us for pushing the button just for fun (well i was scared of that, anyway).
bren tried to be very positive about the entire situation, that it'd be fun walking and whatever - i was wearing a broken shoe that hurt to walk in and the most uncomfortable pants you can imagine. so i got really grumpy! it turned out to be a really good walk, it took a ridiculous amount of time and i fell in love with all of the pretty houses. when we finally got to where we were meant to get off of the bus (if i hadn't been an idiot), we still had another half an hour if not more of walking ahead of us.
we started our journey home at around 3:30-4 (as soon as we got to the train station and had something to eat) and got slightly stressed about train timetables.
the bus home was freezing and bren wrapped himself around me to keep me warm. i've never been on a bus of a night time and there were these dim blue lights running up the isle and all i could see out of the windows were blurs of streetlights.


anyway, my late night last night was due to a sleepover at marishka's. we decided on a scary movie night (getting through three) and we started watching texas chainsaw massacre. i was turned off of it within the first ten minutes - there was a creepy guy whistling. i hate when people whistle. happy whistling, sad whistling, if you whistle i will assume you're a serial killer. needless to say, we stopped watching that pretty quickly and i'm glad we did, even if it makes us sooks.
we watched a movie called '30 days of night' which was absolutely 100% the worst attempt at a horror movie i have ever seen in my life. after five minutes of the movie you know how the rest of it is going to go. in the first five minutes (don't take my word on the five minutes thing, i'm prone to exaggeration) you know that there are vampires killing everyone. after fifteen minutes most of the town is dead and you think 'where can this movie even go from here?' - it proceeds with a group of survivors, perhaps the most idiotic survivors in any movie i've ever seen, who insist on running from place to place in the abandoned town despite a group of maniac vampires. then they all sacrifice themselves to save the others. ugh, right. so i proceeded to sing inappropriate songs when something dumb happened.


i know this post has been insanely long and boring, but the other night at a family party i discovered that i have another (second, but it counts) cousin my age. that makes a grand total of two. it's insane, i didn't even know i had all of these relations and i meet new ones all the time. i swear my parents just like messing with me.
his name is jack and his brother's name is jim. naturally i had no idea which was which and didn't want to awkwardly ask after we'd started talking, so i just waited for someone to say his name. he looks like harry styles, no joke.
they have a parrot which they tell me can talk but i didn't hear it so i was disappointed. it chewed my necklace and broke it, and then proceeded to chew.. everything.. but i felt like a pirate whilst it was on my shoulder.