The bus

The best part of the days i'm at uni is either the walk down queen street or the bus ride home. Don't worry it's not as sad as it sounds. I like having my headphones in and zoning out, obviously i'm concentrating, although that would explain some sharp blows to the head and civil actions suits. I like zoning out and thinking of funny things, maybe spotting something or someone that amuses me. Usually unfortunatly by the time i get home these thoughts are either gone or crap.

I did remember one thought however, i thought back to when someone at school was talking about being an exchange student and learning another language. She said that it's awesome when you dream in the language you are learning. I was amused at the notion of someone having one of these dreams, waking up and leaping straight to a dictionary for a translation.

On the bus i saw a woman with painted toenails. Is there an age limit for women with painted toenails! I mean in your naive childhood or your reckless young adult years fine! But a middle aged woman, i might even consider it inapropriate for a woman in her mid-twenties. Of course the woman might not have been as old as i thought she was, but i was tactful and didn't ask, apparently women don't like people saying they look older than they are, as much as anyone critising them for having painted toenails.

I also saw a young oriental woman on the bus, she was on the seats looking the opposite way to the rest of the bus and she had her eyes closed. I very much approve of this as i have experiences the same discomfort of being in one of those seats and not knowing where to look. And you have all these eyes looking on you! It's like an audience or a 50 or so member judging panel, judging you! On your posture, on your reading time, did you take too long with that paragraph! Is this appropriate material, i didn't study, i'm not ready for this! Maybe i'm over thinking it.

On a lighter note i have some advice, if on a 16 hour flight and one of the dinner options is curry, don't pick the curry and spend the rest of the flight in the toilet cubicle and let the chaos commence.