Today on the train there was this guy. He wore runners. The runners, they were old and dirty. He took one off and held it up to his face. And he sniffed, inhaling deeply and breathing in the shoe smell. For a while he held the shoe over his mouth and nose just like an oxygen mask, like he was a World War I soldier and the Germans had just released some mustard gas. Welcome to the world of public transport.
I had a media studies lecture today with the boring lecturer. That meant I spent most of the lecture high on caffeine, occasionally glancing over at my rather cute tutor sitting a few seats away. During the break she came over to me and told me about a lecture on the role of video games in society later this afternoon, but I couldn't go. Shame, because it sounded interesting.
What else is that I'm also annoyed with myself. When I was at the train station waiting for the train him this girl, Elisa, went past. She's in my uni tutorial and is intelligent and cute and definitely the artsy type. She walked right by me and sat down not too far away, eating lunch on one of the benches.
With all the time I had waiting for the next train, I could have walked over and said, hi. I could have asked what she thought of the course and all that general chit-chat stuff. But did I do that? No. I knew I could have, I knew I should have, but I didn't.