Bus journeys

Before when I started Harrow College, I thought I would get fed up of the long bus journeys. Well one hour is long, if you think about it, especially when before, my journeys used to take half that time.

I like the bus journeys though. they are quite cool. I started to get into Harry Potter recently and a lot of my bus time was spent reading.

Yes, packed buses are ridiculously annoying, but bus journeys are quite fun.

On Mondays and Wednesdays I get on the bus with Agata and Amelia, who are friends of mine that go to a sort of different college from me. I always bring news papers and normally when I arrive, it is just Amelia there and I ask her how she is and she always says tired. Most of the times Agata and I read Rush hour crush out loud on the bus, and people say pretty creepy things to people they do not know, but see most of the time. A couple of the times, it's sort of borderline romantic. Like, I guess when there a person is replying to another person and there was one from this Essex boy who addressed a message to all girls.

The bus home today was fun. There was no Mahamood because his Sociology class got cancelled and no Visvha either. When I got to the bus stop, I thought, wow, I need to pee, so I went to the shopping centre. It was so funny, because there was literally like a cue. There was this guy waiting in it, thinking that it was the males toilet. I decided that waiting there would be fruitless so I went back to the bus station and went to the toilet there. It smelt of piss and all I wanted to do was get out from there. Funnily enough, a man, another old Asian guy, cam into the toilet. He saw me in there - not the toilet but outside where the sinks are - and we just stared at each other confused. I went back out to check the sign on the door - yep, it was females. When I got back, he was like is this the males and I was like, no, then he went out. I used the toilet and when I got out and walked down a bit, I saw the guy I have a crush on and I waved at him. Then I thought, hmmm, should I go towards him, but then I was like, I have no idea what to say or do and like this will get awkward, so I made a sharp U turn to outside of the  bus station. I saw my friend Xiao. She is so cute. The other day she went to the vending machine and brought back a pack of crisp for Misha and Mrs Sen - the only two people in the class.

Eventually, the 182 came and Hasan came out to get on the bus and he said something his oyster card and I went on about how I always loose mine and then I turn back to Xiao and said, you are not the shortest one here, because there were some short old ladies in front of us.

I went to the top deck and sat next to Xiao and we were talking for a while and then I leaned forward and started laughing and she was like why and I was pointing at a guy I know until he saw it was me.


Suleyman <3 p="">
He gave the 'oh crap, here comes trouble look.' He dedicated a lot of the journey on discussing how much less of a psycho I am. His friend besides him was like, hello, I am *insert name that begins with Z* because I forgot.

The guy behind Suleyman and the guy whose name I cannot for the life of me remember, was like, do you guys want to sit next to each other and we were both like no. Then his friend turns to Xiao after like 15 minutes after he had established my name and asked, oh yeah, what is your name by the way?

It was a fun journey.

Then Hasan got up and I was like, should I go with him of the bus and I followed him off. I felt bad because I sort of abandoned him on the bus. I kept on talking, not wanting it to be awkward and I brought up the weather - plan B when you have nothing to talk about because British People are obsessed with weather. He talks a lot. I think, he talks a lot more than me actually, which is funny. It's weird how much I know about him. He told me once that he was inspired by Anne Frank's diary and that when he was in year 4 - if I can remember correctly - he wrote a poem about fear and then he read it like later and it brought tears to him. When he said that I was sort of like, who says that, like in a good way.

I am so used to hearing people say stuff about like 'oh my Gosh, that guy is so hot, his jaw line.' Or like, 'look what this person posted on instagram/Facebook/Twitter.' I am just like, okay, it is great if a guy looks hot, but I mean, what is the worth of a hot guy you cannot even talk to?