Life is like waiting for the bus

I wrote this on the train or something, the day I went to Universal Studios, Hollywood. Posting it in Sydney because I was too tired to post this in America.

You know what I realized today when I was waiting 30mins for the bus? That at that moment, it was what life was like. Waiting for a bus in a strange city, when everything depends on that bus ride to get you home. It goes both ways:

Firstly, you aren't sure it's even going to come. There is the fear of being stuck on the streets without a way of getting home.

But on the other hand, if (and that is a big if) it does come, you feel relief. Satisfaction that you made the right gamble, and you chose the right bus to get you home.

Today was a really stressful day. I spent Sunday at Seaworld in San Diego which was exhausting, then I spent Monday in Disneyland which was even more so. Today I went to Universal studios Hollywood, and it sure was a huge freaky adventure. I'm currently typing this at LA union station, waiting for my mums cousin to pick me up because I epically failed at trying to get home.

Wrote this the day I visited Universal Studios Hollywood, but never had a chance to post it. By the way, Universal Studios' haunted-house thing (I can't remember exactly what it was called) is SO FREAKY. I went in there thinking, whatever, it'll be like the one in Disneyland. But this one is actually scary. They have real actors dressed up that randomly jump out at you in the darkness. I located the nearest exit and left after 2 people did that to me and I found out there were 3 floors left.

I've been feeling pretty...solitary lately. I spent the day at seaworld by myself, my relative dropped me off at disneyland a day later and I spent the day there by myself too. But despite getting lost a lot during my time in the US, I've always managed to find my way home. Always. Like, I've never called my relatives up because I need directions. God forbid I call my mum, for obvious reasons. Unfortunately, today was the day I had to call up my relative because I missed the stupid train.

The day started out ok. Woke up at 6:30 which is the latest I've woken for awhile, and left the house at 7. Rode the bus to the train station by 8, and that's when things went bad. The train got delayed 'up to 30mins' which sucked because I wanted to be at universal studios by 10 (when it opens). So I caught the late train, narrowly managed to get to Burbank station literally while the bus was leaving. So I waited 30 mins for the next one.

Got to universal studios tired as hell, felt like I was sleepwalking. Universal studios went well, though. Managed to do everything I wanted to, which was awesome. But on the way home, I ignored google maps and decided to make my own way home back the way I came. Wrong decision. As I've said before, LA buses are ridiculously crappy. The bus stop had no helpful clue as to how often the bus arrived. I waited for 35 mins, watching and hoping for the bus, then someone told me that certain bus didn't operate in the evenings. At that point I freaked out. I ran to the subway station, hoping I could catch one to the train station in time for the last train to moorpark. Just my luck, I got to the train station 10 minutes late. Last train left at 7:00 which is so ridiculously early. The only option I had left was to catch the 9pm bus getting me home at 10:40 which sounded incredibly unappealing and lame. To top things off, I found out my phone had no credit left. Wanted to phone my mums cousin to tell her I would make it home extremely late, and not for her to panic since she assumes I'll be home by 9pm everyday. So I found like 10 pay phones in different locations. Alll of them had 'out of order' scribbled on them in permanent marker. I mean, hello? It's the biggest train station in LA! Found a lady in a newsagency who told me I could go to starbucks to recharge my phone credit. I was really doubtful. I mean, why would Starbucks sell phone credit??? And, looking like a dumb idiot, I was so desperate I actually went up to the counter to ask and spoke pretty fast so the guy thought I was asking for some drink called 'fire credit' and he was explaining they didn't have such a drink. He looked at me even more strangely when he heard me right the next time. So I went back to newsagent lady, told her I'd pay to use a phone, she started to refuse at first but then agreed, so I called my mums cousin and she offered to pick me up. I felt pretty bad because it's a one hour drive to LA from home. And that was the end of my panicky, freaky day.

I went to Cinnabon for lunch, which was awesome. Oh my god, their Cinammon rolls are to DIE for. It 's like a swirly roll-bun thing with icing and cinammon sugar sandwiched in between. Amazing.