I was, and still am, rather confused again today. College is in one way getting somewhere in that I won’t be rejected, but all the stuff that has to be arranged is getting nowhere. I was trying to buy a new computer today. Turns out the model I wanted is unavailable. When I called my father to ask about a model the dealer was trying to sell me, my father was like: “Why in the world are you so hurried now?” Well, what do you think? College will be starting in a few weeks. But he doesn’t care anyway.
In the evening, I was so confused I felt like just running away and whatever. When Henriëtte left at 8:40, she didn’t want me to leave the house to wander, but I decided on catching the bus at 9:00 PM and transferring randomly at the station to ride another bus’ entire route back to teh station. You know, I have this fascination with bus stops and I’ve always wanted to get to know the Apeldoorn bus network. So I caught line five and drove to the station. The voice system announcing stops was off, so I was afraid they never had it on in the evenings. At the station, I actually wanted to get onto some bus I’d never been on like line seven, but I ended up on line three to Apenheul (the opposite direction from my parents), cause that was the only unfamiliar direction I remembered when someone asked me what bus I needed. It’s really weird, but I don’t remember a stop called “Apenheul” and not even a stop the system tells you to get off if you want to go to Apenheul, like you do have a bus stop called Lippe-Biesterfeldstraat where the system will announce that you will have to go off to go to the rehab centre. How weird!
I planned on getting off again at the station, but while on the way I figured that, should the bus driver ask something like wehther I’d caught the right bus before then, I would get off at Kanaalstraat, which is the last stop before the station but only one way, ie. you won’t come across the stop just acfter leaving the station, so it’s an acceptable excuse to ride out the entire route (almost). I’d walk to Hoofdstraat then to catch another bus. But I, still being in a confused state, didn’t know whether I’d remember the route and walk it safely (it was a route I used to walk when returning from fitness, but I never really managed it). Furthermore, the bus driver did not comment on my riding out the entire cycle, so I got off at the station. I wanted to catch line seven now, but someone asked me what bus I needed to get onto again (I have no idea what direction line seven goes), and the line three driver jumped in saying I’d ridden his entire route, so I just said I had to get onto line five to Woudhuis (the bus home). “Are you sure you want to go to Woudhuis now?” the line three folk asked. No, I wasn’t, but I was confused enough not to know any alternative and rational enough to know that Woudhuis was home. I got onto line five and off at the bus stop near my home, wanted to wander but didn’t cause I feared the police would be called on me and I didn’t have my passport with me (required by law), so I just walked home. I tried to watch some TV (well, I did, but I tried to relax while doing so) and, when I thought I could think clealry again, tried to E-mail the computer vendor, but failed cause my computer, obviously, is still having problems. (My father, by the way, doesn’t believe there’s something really irreversably wrong, but I think he can have mine and just experiment.) Now I guess I will try to get some sleep.
