A Joke to Sanity and Insanity.

Me: Okay, you’re a bus driver.

Sanity: I don’t have the required license, and I wouldn’t trust her behind the wheel.*looks skeptical*

Insanity: *grins* Ahahaha! Carry on. *Serious look*

Me: whatever. You’re the driver of a bus, and 10 people come on.

Sanity: okaaay…

Insanity: WAIT!

Me: What?

Insanity: *serious* Does the bus have four wheels…?

Me: Um, yes…?

Insanity: …Of cheese?

Sanity writes that down. I think for a moment.

Me: Yes, someone brought on 4 wheels of cheese onto the bus. CONTINUING! At the next stop, 3 people get off, and 7 people get onto the bus.

Sanity: Were there any people on the bus initially? Before the first 10 people came on?

Insanity: Did the person with the cheese get off?

Me: No, no one was on the bus in the beginning, and yes, the person with the cheese left.

Sanity nods.

Insanity: Ah. Continue.

Me: At the next stop, another 3 people get off, and… 13 people get on. At the next stop, 1 person gets off, and 7 people get on, at the next stop, another 2 people get off and 11 people get on, and at the next stop 3 people get off and a crowd of 16 gets on.

Insanity: Wow, popular bus isn’t it? and that’s AFTER the cheese lady gets off… how strange… *Shakes head* What’s the world coming to?

Me: um, okay… I’m going to finish this joke soon… um–

Sanity: Before you continue, please realize that most busses can hold 52 to 56 people at once. The current passenger count is– *checks notebook*–52.

Me: Um, okay?

Sanity: I’m simply making sure you’re keeping count. It’s important you know.

Me: Um… Okay there. It’s just a joke, calm down…  then three people get off, and another two people get on. Now I have one question for you.

Sanity waits patiently, while Insanity tries to peek at Sanity’s notebook for the answer.

Me: What colour is the Bus Drivers eyes?

Sanity blinks. Insanity is still trying to look at her notebook. Sanity thinks for a while. Finally:

Sanity: …Blue.

Insanity: What??? How could you know that???!?! *outraged* EEEEHNN! Wrong! *Insanity starts to count her fingers silently, lips moving*

Me: um, actually Sanity got the joke, you see I said–

Insanity: HAH! No, it’s a trick question! Trying to fool me like that, what do you take me for? Do you think I’m crazy or something?

Sanity: Yes.

Me: How do you figure that?

Sanity turns to a new page in her notebook and raises a pen, ready for the answer.

Insanity: Well how are we supposed to know what kind of pen the bus driver writes with? Hmm?

Me: what?

Sanity: What do writing utensils have to do with the question?

Insanity shoves a hand down the front of her shirt, rummages for a moment, and pulls out a handful of pens held together by an elastic band.

Insanity: Look, I use red pens for my ‘a’s and a green pen for my ‘u’s and this pretty orange one for my ‘x’s, but how am I supposed to know what colour to use for the ‘i’s? Hmm? That changes CONSTANTLY!

Me: what?

Sanity takes a deep breath after she finishes writing.

Sanity: When she said eyes, she meant eyes like what you use to look at things, mot ‘I’s like written letters. The joke is to make you forget that she said that YOU were the bus driver, and that you know your own eye colour.

Me: What?

Insanity blinks at Sanity before giving Me a strange look.

Insanity: Well how the hell would you expect anyone to figure THAT out?

Me: O_O…

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As you can see, sometimes I can’t keep up with either my Sane or Insane sides…

I haven’t written about these two for a while, thought I’d remind you all of them.

Also, I’ve figured out that there aren’t only two rooms in my head, there are three. One side for Sanity, the other for Insanity, and one in the middle as neutral (Me) territory. That way Insanity and Sanity don’t have to invade each others turfs, and therefore affect each other… No, they leave all that to me.

*sigh*

Good luck to all Nano-ers, and as an experienced Nano-er, listen to your Insane sides and let them loose on the page, but let your Sane sides help keep you from putting off working on it or from making a detour from your plan of having this character or that character introduced or killed off. (Insanity likes killing off characters, especially the ones you have due to necessity rather than like)

Also let Sanity into your life to tell you what time you should go to bed. Sanity is regularly poking me and telling me that if I want to get at least 7 hours of sleep, I should go to bed NOW. You won’t always listen (especially in November), but sleep is good and a great way to let your mind wander around Sanity and Insanity’s rooms without getting scared back to your own room. I’m not participating this year as I’m being… *sigh* RESPONSIBLE and dealing with school work over writing. Fanfiction.net followers know of what I am doing to replace that. Check out It’s Green on my profile, same username on ffn.net to see my replacement.

Everyone Wish a GOOD LUCK to Lexy0387 this year in her quest for NaNoWriMo dominance, and suggest things to buy Gwynn to distract him that WON’T be bitten in half and swallowed within the first 5 minutes :D

Ciao

On the Road again… Can’t Wait to get off the Road again…

Ottawa is awesome for a number of reasons.

Universty of Ottawa is also awesome for a number of reasons, but the reason I’m thinking of right now is that there are two reading weeks.

I am currently on the train, heading hoooome. It’s about a 5-6 hour drive from Ottawa to Toronto, it’s about a 5 hour train ride :D

The reason why Ottawa has two reading weeks is because the people who run universities are looking at the stats and noticing that more and more students are committing suicide.

It is for this reason that you can only open your residence window so far, and also the starting point to the awesome idea that is an extra vacation time.

I got to the train station reeeeally early (leaves at 12:20, I got there at 11), and almost got onto the wrong bus to take me to the station…

Buses have a long history of trying to screw with my mind, and the instructions on Google Maps said to get onto the 95 bus heading to Orleans, and the sign on one bus said “95 Trans” with a smaller “Orleans” underneath it.

Thankfully I hesitated before getting on, and that told the bus driver that me getting on was Not To Be, and the next 95 bus said ONLY Orleans on it.

I then asked someone else with a suitcase where the Via Rail station was, they pointed to up a hill and across the street.

Ok.

I got my ticket from an automatic Kiosk thing, and then had to go to one of the people anyway because I didn’t know where to go with my two tickets.

Two Tickets?

Yes, apparently I have to go on this hell ride once more…

Aah… I can see Lake Ontario right now…

Or some other lake, but I’m not so great with geography either, so Lake Ontario it shall be.

Did you know that Via Rail has electrical plugs?

But only for the seat closest to a window.

My computer has…

0:32 minutes of power remaining.

Awkwardness is foiling me in asking the girl next to me if I can use one of the plugs, as well as the fact that I’m veeeerrrryyy close to Toronto now, and it would be ridiculous to plug it in for the last 20-30 minutes of train ride left. And no, I don’t trust my battery not to sudden;y decide that it has less minutes of power remaining in the middle of writing this, and I have saved this as a draft about 3x.

Today, everything is out to get me…

When I’m heading home, I am going to do like everyone else who got to the station early did, and put my bag in line while I wait.

I didn’t, and the line was wrapped around the station entirely.

And I didn’t get a window seat.

Something equally as horrible is likely to happen when I go to get my small suitcase and then try to find whatever car my mom is taking to pick me up in, because I love traveling in the sense that I like going new places.

I hate the actual travelling part, especially when I’m alone.

I’m alooone.

Look up all alone by Gorillaz. I’ll add a link later. (HERE)

Because the train is slowing, and I’m home.

:)

(This wouldn’t load, so this is actually two days after I got back)