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I don't know how to spell segway.

I can't figure out how to spell segway, and frankly I'm too lazy to go look it up. So please excuse my misspelling. Anyways. Remember how awhile ago I said I was going to catch a bus down to go to a certain ward on Sundays? Being the un bus savvy person that I am, I didn't realize that the bus schedules change on the weekends, particularly on Sundays. Friday I decided to check the bus schedules. Then I saw that the bus I needed didn't run on Sundays. I checked other buses. Basically, there was no way for me to get to church by bus on Sunday. So plans changed. I was going to take a bus home Saturday during the day, spend the night, go to church, then go back to school.

Saturday morning. I looked at the bus schedules. I found one leaving at 11:46. That seemed like a great time. I had breakfast, attempted to do my hair, then took it out in the middle of eating my Reese's puffs because I hate not being able to just run my fingers through my hair all the time. I went upstairs, packed a few things I'd need for the trip, took out a lot of things because I didn't want to carry it all. I decided to leave my room 30 minutes early. That seemed like plenty of time to get to the station.

Yeah. I didn't make it in time. Things happened. I was only half way there four minutes before the bus left. I contemplated running but the lights just weren't working with me and I didn't want to. Haha. And that moment is when it happened. That is when I almost got run over by a tour group on segways. (Those rolly things mall cops use.) I was crossing the street when they all came rolling by. Since they were a tour group, it was obvious that none of them knew how to fully use the segways.

I'd been angry earlier about why I was missing my bus. But then those segways rolled by and I couldn't help but giggle. I immediately stopped (once I'd made it across the street of course) and dug through my backpack to find my camera. This was too funny not to capture. I tried to be very inconspicuous while taking the picture though which is why it only looks like there's a few of them. Trust me, there were a whole lot more.

Those segways helped me find humor in the situation, and that it wasn't that big of a deal that I'd missed the bus and the next one didn't leave for an hour. Luckily my amazing mom came and got me. While I waited for her, I found where all my classes were. And decided that I really, really need my bike here. It's chained up to a pole as I write this, ready for the first day of college tomorrow. Eep, I'm nervous! My backpacks all packed though, ready to go. :)

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