May 2009
6 posts
“I hate to say this, but your battery light just went on again.”
– Me to guy I was training to deliver papers (yes, there is something to do in Bloomington at 5:30 a.m. in case you were wondering) after his girlfriend’s car stalled and he pushed it back into the Marsh parking lot in the flash flood weather
Indiana: Nothing happens. →
The biggest, best story in the local paper today was about something that happened in Pittsburgh.
Public Transit
Unlike London, where no one cared if someone was, oh, say an hour or so late due to a complex yet working public transit system, in Bloomington, the advanced public bus that only stops twice an hour by my apartment complex is the only way to get anywhere*.
Designer: Hey its ali fm the ids. rachel wanted me to text u cuz were doin the readership guide? im here till 130 today and she wanted to know if ur comin in today
Me: Yeah. Should b in at 11Ish
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Me: Hey, Ali. Yeah, the bus doesn't come until 11:10...
*Pro of this choice of transit compared to its London companion: It has maps. London buses did not.
“What are you guys doing?”
– IU police officer accosting Sara and I when we were just attempting to recycle newspapers because IUPD hates the earth
Yes, I chose to stay in Bloomington for the...
Now, you might ask yourself, why would someone as charming, wonderful, and intelligent as the author of the once vastly popular (amongst her relatives and close friends) Blondon blog disappear into obscurity after a trip to Paris only to reveal herself in a college town in southern Indiana?
Because, friends, it is a culture study. Have you been to a Walmart in southern Indiana at 2 in the...