2008-04-27 - 6:29 p.m.

I still haven't done a update-on-uni post, but it'll have to wait because I still haven't got 'round to it.

This, however, is awesome, and cannot wait.

I am at uni now. (Aussie uni year Feb-Nov, FYI. So in first semester ATM.) I am living at college. Wait for yet another update about that. Tonight, I was picking up dinner from the dinner station, when a woman we shall name O (random letter ahoy!) who works in the kitchen said, "Be careful," in a sort of aggressive voice.

Backstory: O is aggressive! She randomly yells at the whole college for the smallest of things that don't bloody matter. If she never addressed them, they wouldn't ever matter, either. But she's been working here for decades and I suppose that makes her think the random protocol is actually important. I pray I never live that narrow a life. Ah, who am I kidding, I haven't prayed since I was 12.

Okay. So, O: "Be careful." Girl standing behind me, picking up potatoes: "Excuse me?" in a tinny sort of voice. I assumed the tinny voice with the inflection at the end was because she had one of those girly, kid-like voices, and she hadn't heard her. O: "Be careful [something unintelligible]." Girl: "Excuse me?" O: (something about only taking one person's serve. FYI, girl had 2 steaks, but they were little, so WTH?) Girl: "Do not tell me I am eating too much. I am hungry, and meals are to give you what food you need. If you keep commenting on how much I eat, I am going to make a complaint."
It progressed past that, but the girl didn't back down. I regret that I did not wait outside the line-up to tell her how awesome it was. Seriously, bloody fantastic.

While I was sitting, eating my vegetables (vegetarian options here, they are not so great), a girl asked if she could sit with me, and sat opposite. She was really nice but I am almost certain I have met her once before, so I didn't ask her name - just made general chit-chat about study. Due to my slight atheist panic living here (again, for another post) I wondered if she was Christian. "Look for the cross she is wearing!" screamed a voice in my head (here, they wear it. They all wear their religion on one, if not more, articles of clothing.) Except that was probably not such a good thing to do because then my eyes flicked to her cleavage. I realise I keep saying it's for another post so I will only explain this much: nobody here is gay. I really do not want to stick out as some lecherous femme dyke.