Yang represents good in the symbol.

With yang days, I find it hard to blog about them that day. These events took place yesterday.

I woke up to the sound of laughter. The Remiro & Pebbles Hip-Hop Morning Show from 6AM to 10AM was on as they talk to their intern Problem Child (They gave him that nickname) about how he can't get a girl because he always messes up whenever talking to them. It was 5:40 AM, so they are playing a recording from yesterday's show. I get up, and get to the bathroom. Once back, fresher and more awake, I start dressing while continuing to listen to the soon to be playing morning show. Once dressed, deodorant and all, I my glitchy mp3 player that refuses to connect to the computer, nor have the playlist in the order I made. If I want to listen to some more rock, it'll go on to a slow love song (though that was before the malfuctioning). I placed it on the FM radio, never taking it off JAM'N 94.5, the station Remiro & Pebbles broadcast from.

I break open a fresh box of Frost Flakes with a reduced amount of sugar (which has more benefits in it and less of the fattening stuff than the Special K Vanilla Almonds I used to get... yes, I'm trying to eat healthy.) I have my breakfast, got my things, and by 6:48AM, I grab a washed green apple and head out my door... into the corridor of the first floor apartment.

Don't you hate the meaningless two paragraphs I put up there?

As I walk towards the bus stop, I notice as I'm descending down the hill my apartment is on top of.

Traffic.

Backed up all the way to the bus stop.

I, of course, am laughing quietly. It would be a shame to come into school late for homeroom or the middle of first period because of Route 9 backed up more than a truck stuck in reverse.

By the time I get to the bus stop, the traffic is further down the road. If the bus ends up in this, we'll definitely be late for school.

Time goes by, and I mean it. The bus is usually here around 6:55AM. Never anything over 6:59AM.

It was 7:00AM.

I call Josh, a friend on the bus who is the first to get picked up.

"Yeah, the bus isn't even here yet. Oh wait, here it is!"

Fifteen minutes later (what should've been about five) The bus is itching its way around the curve of the road. Another two to three minutes pass before finally it got onto the thrid lane to come up to the apartment entrance where the bus strop is located.

I talk to my friend Josh who is milking out every bit of fun he can from being stuck in traffic. As we close in on traffic lights, he noticed the Tracker Trailer behind us.

"HONK THE HORN!" He started saying loudly. Of course he gets the attention of everyone on the bus, and they're thinking ,'Oh gosh...'

After twenty seconds of giving the motion to honk the horn while saying it loudly, he gave up.

Another five seconds...

*honk**honk*

The entire bus started laughing.

We get to school at about 7:45 or so, and first period was already starting. Of course we don't take the side-entrance so just imagine a bunch of kids coming in the front door and all the students turning to you as they walk... eyes on you...

It was funny. Josh said we were VIP. (Apparently 'Very Important Pimps')

As the day went on, everything went fine. Mr.McNeill was out today so even he couldn't bring me down.

As my six foot seven, 320 pound African-American friend who's name is all too common... Josh (I know three or four Josh's in this school. Five if you count the one in my old town) would say:

'The chi is pretty good today.'

I'll talk about his chi thing in a distant entry.

Today and yesterday have been peaceful. Got to love it...

~AA