Let's call today: 'Tuesday 8 March 2005'
pirategirl 
wrote in the notebook:
today i was on my bus going to uni, when we pulled out of Flinders and there is SMELLY PAT!!!* I almost died!
I ducked my head and had to remind myself that i was on a bus and that she hadnt seen me, not only that, but we were pulling away and that her stench wouldnt reach me. Nevertheless, i felt dirtied by the sight.
Changing buses on Currie Street I WALK RIGHT PAST ZOE!!!* I fiddled with my CD walkman and she completely missed me.
Waiting for my next bus, I SEE LIZZY ON A BUS GOING PAST ME!!!** I blended into the crowd (for a change) and she didnt see me either.
Still waiting for my bus, over the sweet sound of Missy Higgins seeping from my earphones I hear another sound, but I cant quite pick what it is for where its coming from. I figure that its from the cafe behind me.
I get on the bus and sit down one row from the back, a hippy guy with a bright purple scarf around his forehead climbs in and sits in the middle of the back row.
A little way down the road i hear the odd circusey music again, i turn off my music to hear a harmonica.... INSIDE THE BUS! The hippy man has taken a seat and is serenading us with song.
Actually he's quite good, and i take off my headphones to hear him more clearly. He plays Greensleeves, Tie me Kangaroo Down Sport, and lots of others which I dont know the name of but am equally impressed by. Then all of a sudden a horrible, almost satanic voice erupts forth..
"Reeeeeeepeeeeeeeent!"
I freeze, the sound gives me the shivers.
The hippy speaks again, "Reeeeeepeeeeeeent! Reeeeepeeeeent!" He rasps.
A firetruck whirls by.
"Fiiire!"
I am grateful when he goes back to playing. Its endlessly amusing to watch people pretend he didnt even there.
"Reeeeeepeeeennnnnnt!" He advises us again.
If he would only shut up and play, I wouldnt mind him at all.
This guy really got into the 60s, and the drugs therein.
*for those who don't know Pat and Zoe,... well zoe is alright, she just gives a freaky vibe sometimes, but Pat.... she has a stench that could strip paint. Katie calls her Stale Vag Lady.
**Lizzy was a girl from school who shared our space in the locker room, nice enough girl... she just took things a little too seriously... including when we told her that, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I TAKE THINGS TOO SERIOUSLY???"
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