Warm Feet and the Crazy Bus

Haha, that title sounds like a children's book, or the subtitle of a Harry Potter novel.

Ok, so, warm feet.
Is it wrong to be in your mid-twenties and become absolutely giddy (like a kid on Christmas) when you get your ordered slippers in the mail? Woohoo! Now while sitting, reading research papers in my freezing apt. my feet will be warm!

And now the (short) story of the crazy bus.
At 5:30 tonight, I was getting out of my last class. It was just getting dark when I finished walking to the bus stop. I'm sitting there, freezing, waiting for the right bus (come on, Glazier Way... UGH, another Bursley Baits!!!), when I see a bus in the distance turning the corner. It soon becomes evident that this is not the bus I'm waiting for. It's horn is blazing, it keeps stopping for no reason (no bus stop) and as it approaches I notice that it's one of those funny short busses, and its PACKED. Is the bus driver crazy? Where are they going? Who are they honking at? (the road was clear)
Well, as it passes by, I can see through the dark; it's plastered with Ron Paul posters and reminders to "vote today"
Way to go guys! You're the only ones still going this late.