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last thursday i went home for the easter weekend. it really was a lovely time. i took the greyhound round trip express bus from peterborough to ottawa. now taking the greyhound is one of the greatest experiences one can have; i would say in their entire life. this bus trip was a mess though. i was waiting in a line to get on the bus and a girl who i could really only describe as very cute was in line behind me, and this is always a good thing. (now that my web log age is fourteen i have more of an interest in the female gender) things were looking up i was really feeling that this trip, above all other bus trips, was going to be a good one; maybe even my best one of the year. i was wearing my super cool brown klbc hoodie with my mr. president on the sleeve. i had just cut my hair nice and short, i was wearing my awesome acid washed jeans, i was sporting my nice brown leather shoes i bought at transit on sale, and i was girded with my matching... oh my. no. i wasn't. what in the world had happened? i wasn't wearing my matching brown levi's belt, i was wearing my not matching burgundy belt. how could i be so blind this morning? this, a day that was going to be almost as good as a dollar-day at no frills when they still had the yellow bags, was turning into a horrible day, like a day when you discover that no frills is closed and even sobeys is closed and you have to go to i.g.a. as we got on the bus i sat down first and when the cute girl came past me she looked at me and with a look that was almost as if she was saying, "you know, i would sit next to you but your belt doesn't match your shoes". then it just got even worse, three people behind her was the largest man i have ever seen, and his belt didn't match his shoes. he looked at me and was like "oh yeah i'm sitting next to him; he can't dress himself either". he sat down and for the next three hours, thirteen minutes and twenty-four seconds i was sandwiched between the wall of the bus and a very large man who does not know how to dress or put deodorant on. now most of you are thinking, matt that is a terrible story i can't believe you would ever do such a thing like mismatch your belt from your shoes, thats not like you at all. the truth is, this never happened. i had a normal bus ride like any other: kind of boring, fell asleep and read a book both ways. i listened to my mp3 player and sat by myself. i would never clash my belt from my shoes, so don't worry folks.