a bus ride from hell

he sat next to me. a man in his fifties perhaps. straight away I could smell what he'd been up to downtown. the awful smell of old booze. drunken men are the worst people you could possible sit next to in a bus. it didnt take long when he started it. the talking. first a comment about my dinner as it lay on my lap. then a bit more. i was listening to my ipod and since he wouldnt stop talking i had to turn off my music. i didnt say much. didnt want to encourage him. yet he went on. told me how he had had a few drinks at some terraces around the city. said he might still go. asked me to come along. i said no. many times. he said very nice things to me. things that might have built my ego hadnt he been a drunken middle-aged man. glad he got off the bus before me.

we had our first football practise today. it was more fun than i expected. i hope we'll(esp. me) be going again and again. and i was better than i expected. wasnt afraid to go get the ball, even off those big hunky men. i was a teensy bit afraid to go too near the tiny girl. was afraid i might hurt her if i was to go too near. my shoes didnt like it though. i hope my sister's footie shoes fit. i need shoes that wont kill my toes and ruin my only good pair of regular shoes.

think i might get something to eat.. he's not home yet, but it's getting late.