From The Random Cafe On Campus

So… long time no see, blog. I'm sorry, but I guess I can’t help it considering my uni stuff. Well that and trying to do everything else. Sure, I could be bumming around (and I kind of have for one of my compulsory classes – that being the gay computer stuff type one…) and doing next to nothing but I have stuff that I want to do, so I'm trying to do it all… and for once I'm not failing. It’s nice.

Yesterday, I had my favourite day of the week – Tuesday. It’s my favourite because of the whole lovely, wonderful fact that the only class I have that day is first thing in the morning... and it’s only a lecture, not to mention that it’s politics (that means that it’s a snooze lecture because it’s a “sit-listen-and-you-might-just-learn” type of thing). So I had some bumming around time, but more importantly, I got to go into work. I missed doing work so much last year. Sure, I didn’t have much time, but that’s what bothered me. I love writing for programs, I like broadcasting, I may not be too much a fan of TALKING (shudder) to people, but it’s often interesting.

I’ve also being trying to get elected on campus. This mainly means that I need to put up more flyers, talk to more women (shudder) and maybe sit outside where people will be voting this week so as to get the vote. Why am I doing this? When I got to uni, I was looking forward to joining something that I’d be interested in. I get here, find out that I HAVE to pay this particular amount of money, and I’m automatically put in some group according to my ethnicity. HA. Good luck figuring that one out, USP. I’ll save you the trouble – other. I don’t like the label, but I’ve been stuck with it my whole life. It grew from “my what?” to “other” to “half caste” to “Eurasian” to “Scottish-Irish (gypsy)-Indian/Indo-Fijian-Filipino” and finally to “it doesn’t matter”. Ethnicity is a major problem in Fiji. Since its all “touchy-feely-I’ll-poke-you-in-the-eye-if-you-get-it-wrong” I won’t touch it at all.

So, in between this all, I’m sure they may be at least one person (well... I’m hoping there’s one who might follow this part of my ridiculous life) is asking “how’s Wholemeal?” To answer your question he’s fine. He’s been helping me a lot these past few days. We often talk at night, when we’re about to sleep (me at 10 or 11, him at 5 or 6 in the morning... yes, I think 6 is a silly time to sleep). More recently, he’d been making sure that I actually do my ass(hehehe)ignments... I mean assignments. It’s nice to have company to tell you to sit down and write what you need to instead of buggering around, procrastinating and making many cups of tea. So, it’s nice. I usually do the same for him, so it’s only fair that we share the job.

Finally, I’ve been teaching myself shorthand. It’s fun. Sure, I’m cheating and learning a different version of the alphabet instead of learning the phonetic one that my grandmother knows, but yes. I promise a comic later tonight. Cheery bye, interne and see you ‘round!