So the first thing I think anyone reading my blog should know is that I was an elf once, a very long time ago. Not only that, but I had a glorious life as a princess in Lothlorien. I was pretty much a rockstar and everbody loved me. That was the life. But yeah, I'm here now and livin it up as best I can.
Life is much more interesting when you narrate events silently and more colorfully to yourself.
'And then the captain (bus driver) navigated his ship through the treacherous seas (oncoming traffic) and led the crew to the next port three minutes behind schedule again, damn it.'
It doesn't have to be perfect to make your day that much more interesting.
The bus system here is good enough when it's good, but super sucky when it's bad. A few minutes behind schedule doesn't bother our drivers, but it can really throw us cast members off track. Just as I've found the case to be in many aspects of my life here, the worst part is that there's really nothing we can do about it. The only people we can talk to don't want to hear our problems. No one listens. No one helps.
We live in a dark forest ruled by a strict loveless tyrant who gives his children candy to keep them happy, while saving gold on their bread and water. And do we fight back? Alas, we want to believe that the Tyrant crushing us is actually still the good King we once hailed when the World was young. But the King died long ago, and rather than bury him, his power-hungry successor made him into a mask to disguise his greed. He preaches the King's words of love and honor as he beats and takes from the stoic children.
And what are the children to do?
