Brian Rides Busses to Perfection

One of the benefits of being a bus driver is that you really learn how to use the system to get from one place to another quickly. Today I could have easily spent an hour getting to North Campus and back, but instead was able to make the round trip in about 30 minutes. Here's how:

Going North: Walk out my front door and see the Commuter North is already at the IM stop. So I missed the bus that goes up to North Campus. I make a bet to myself that I can get up there before it does and I start walking up State Street. The commuter north driver sees me and offers to let me on his bus outside of my house, but instead I have better plans. As I cross Packard the AATA Route 36 is pulling up to the stop right there, and I casually walk on the bus. I go up to CC Little and exit just as a Bursley Baits is pulling into CC Little. 6 Minutes later I am at Pierpont watching the Commuter North bus drive up to North Campus.

Going South: I walk out of the Cooley building just in time to see the Commuter South (Bus # 3024) pull away from the stop. I could try to run it down but I refuse to be "That Guy". Right behind that bus is a AATA Route 22 Connector. I get on this and take it down to Pierpont. Now, I could run up to the Commuter that is in front of it and get on, but I have better plans, plans that don't include me running. I walk over to the other stop right as a Northwood Express bus is pulling up and I get on. We get to CC Little in like 4 minutes. I get off that bus and cross the street in time to get on the Southbound Commuter that is pulling into CC Little. Now here is why I am awesome, the commuter I got in wasn't 3024 it was 3038. I was able to catch the bus that was ahead of the bus I missed. If I had just waited for the next commuter at the Cooley building I would have gotten home 20 minutes after I did. And this is why I'm hot.

BOX house, were big in Print Media

Well its a football Saturday and I don't have much time to blog because its in the middle of a tailgate. Bit I need to get this out of the way so I can blog about better things tomorrow (such as the drinking game I made up today).

Yesterday a picture of BOX made the front cover of the Daily. It was pretty cool. Vickery, Warlick, and Al were easy to distinguish. They were talking about corporate sponsorship of tailgates. They failed to mention Miller Light, Monster, Voodoo Night Club (F'ing Canadia), and AXE body spray. You can see the article and picture here.

We're really cool. Please date me.

Phucking Phil

I would hate you so much more if you weren't so awesome.

I hate Phil. Well not really, but I do want to hate him. You see this all started back in the spring of 2007 (like 5 months ago). This summer Ross, Pete and I lived in an apartment in a house across from Campus Corner. There was this girl that lived in the apartment above us that was amazing. We all wanted her. We would try to hang out with her, but she was always at this kid Phil's house. We all assumed that when she was talking about Phil she was referring to her boyfriend. But then we found out that he stopped dating her. He had her and he left her. It became common knowledge about our apartment that this Phil kid was good, perhaps too good. Anyone who got her had to be good, but to stop and then continue to hang out with her, that made him special. Although we weren't sure, we suspected that Phil left her not vice versa. We started to despise this Phil. We would curse Phil when we missed shots in beer pong. It was probably Phil who took that last roll of TP. Phil took Angela Lansburys virginity. Phil was unknowingly possibly cockblocking us, and we hated him for it. And we didn't even know what he looked like.

Then one night after Ross and Pete went home for the summer, I actually got to meet Phucking Phil. I was at her apartment and he was there. With his plaid shorts and his collared shirts and his quips. OHHH ALWAYS WITH THE QUIPS! It's like he always had the perfect thing to say. I guess the conversation never runs dry when you talking with Phucking Phil. I could see why she had fallen for him. Every time I would say something to him, I would think "I'd take pleasure in guttin' you boy". All the girls there wanted him and he knew it.

Then we moved out of that apartment and we would still occasionally see the girl, but then Phil started to show up at parties, and be Phil. Everything is perfect when your named Phil. Ugg, I can't even say the word Phil anymore, it just sounds so wrong. I guess Phil got bored with unknowingly ruining my life and decided to rub it in by running for homecoming king. So when ever I would see her, she could remind me to vote for Phil. That's exactly what I want to talk to you about. Phil. Phil even conned me into voting for him at a party (he has a way with words). Jokes on him though because I didn't even vote. Phil won anyways. Yay Phil! Grrr. That wasn't rain on my cheeks during the homecoming parade. It was my soul.

Phil if your reading this, I really don't hate you, I admire you. But then again you probably don't even know who I am. But I do kind kinda hate you.

Were big on the internet

Today Emily and Hanah were interviewed for some shitty webcast, but managed to drop a good word for the BOX house. It's very amusing, especially because Call on Me is playing in the background.

http://www.thepalestra.com/schoolsite.php?sid=1772&id=7411&rid=184

Brian Finds A Bargain

Whilst shopping at value world to increase my novelty glassware collection on Friday night, I found a authentic Michigan jersey with the number 15 on it. I got a 150$ Ryan Mallet Jersey for 8.60$. I rule.