Random Thought Bubbles

I've been taking the bus to rural GP. It's a half an hour ride into the countryside where the buses only run by once every 2hrs or so and green as far as the eye can see. The crisp morning wind greets me each day as i make my way to the bus-stop for the 7.30am bus. early day bustle of people going to work and i keep wishing for the summer holidays to creep closer quicker (indeed they are because the days to prepare for exams are dissipating quick) then i sit at the stop imagine i'm waiting for everything else but the bus to rural GP =P

same load of kids get on the bus to school too. the girls have the shortest kilt-patterned skirts i have ever seen as school uniforms. the hems flip-flop so precariously i am always tempted to watch as they traipse down the bus steps because they invariably hop off, and the wind catches and flash of black. they have little short like things underneath but it's ever so wrong. schools should never have skirts that short. even with shorts underneath. don't label me pervert, you all would watch too, from the corner of your beady little eyes you little devils.

then half an hour passes by, i'm drowsy from being shaken way too early in the morning by a bus load of noisy kids. and off to GP i go.

the gp drove me out to the beach today. he really didn't have to but he thought i'd like to see a little more of waimauku. that's where the clinic is.