Mornings

I love mornings.

I love waking up early.

I love waking up early and going to college.

I like the feeling when I am walking and I can feel oxygen in my lungs.

I like moving if that kind of make sense.

I like when it is a bright morning and seeing random joggers and dog walkers.

I like waking up and drinking tea.

I like doing work early in the morning.

I love reading the Metro early in the morning and doing the Sudoku.

I hate packed buses early in the morning.

Not just early, but like all the time.

Mornings are great. They're so filled with potential.

So far this morning, I have made breakfast, drunk tea.

Wrote an article for the youth newsletter I participate in.

Posted a new chapter to the fan fiction I am writing.

I am doing a chemistry past paper now.

I have to take my sister to a sort of school meeting later today.

Easter Break so far in a couple of words

 

Coping well. 

Happy. 

Laid back. 

On track. 

It is weird. 

Camden :)

I went Camden on Thursday with Agata.

The weather was amazing. The sun was shining. It decided that it no longer had a grudge on the people below and that it would be amiable. It is rather funny that I am personifying the sun, yet still referring to the sun as 'it.' What am I supposed to do? I mean, how do I decide if the sun is a he or a her?

It was great. We literally went to walk around and see the view. The view was so saturated with so much creativity and colour. In one shop, there were dream catchers of different colours serenely hanging from the ceiling. In another shop, there were paintings. The one that particularly caught my eye was a forest with white trees and the rest was just green. Agata and I walked through the market in Camden, with no intention to buy anything, just marveling at how awesome the place was.

We then ended up in Camden Town and walked from there to Euston.

92 Bus Driver Post

I saw my bus driver today.

Like I think it was in year 11.

I kept getting on the bus at the exact same time every morning.

And he always used to be the driver.

And we said hello each mornings.

The perhaps his rota changed or my routine did.

I do not get on  the 92 that he drives every morning.


I was outside Ruislip Road East on my way home. ]

Well, not exactly.

I was sort of taking my time.

He was stuck in traffic.

He saw me, gave me a look like what are you doing here?

And then he waved.

Then I waved back. :)

I started to laugh after the bus went.

Like my bus driver actually waved back at me.

I went out by myself today

I went to Northala fields today by myself.

I felt so at peace. 

I lost track of time. 

I did not feel the urge to pick up my phone

to call or email or take pictures.

I just walked.

I have never felt so calm before.

Like eventually, I was just breathing consciously

and I just thinking at the present.

Not where I was going, where I had come from.

Just where I was then.

It really was such an amazing feeling.

I went to Evelyn's house today.

I had a really nice time.

We talked.

We studied.

We talked some more.

We watched crash courses on Youtube.

We talked.

Then we went our separate ways.

Oh, and never get off at King's Cross St Pancras or Baker Street to exchange trains if you have that options.

This is from hindsight.

Science and pseudoscience

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-X8Xfl0JdTQ

I watched this crash course twice today.

It is pretty interesting.