fatvegan

I had lunch with Carla from my economics tutorial today. We both had nothing to do for a couple of hours. So we bummed around in the cafe, which had really yummy food, and tops student discounts. I only paid $7.70 for a big and good pasta, and a 600ml Vanilla Coke. I couldn't even eat all of the pasta it was that big.

We have a funny thing. Some days we just ignore each other. And other days we chat a lot. Today was a chatting day. Which I think in general are the better days.

I'm not sure if I'm just very shy. I don't know what people talk about. They don't seem interested in any of the things I am. And I can't find out what they're interested in to talk about that. I might find that if I found out what people talk about, that I'd be just as happy not to talk about it. But it would be nice to know.

Something funny eh. Tonight I was walking down the big UNSW boolyvard and, just after I'd trodden in some spit with bare feet, I heard a boy say "Let's not have dinner. If it's just going to be guys, let's have beer in the park." I can't actually remember why I thought it was funny. I think it was because he sounded so serious. Like beer in the park was something you could send out invitations for.

We played frisbee and I had to play in bare feet. Which is actually heaps better. You can change directions faster, and you can grip better. You also know when you're slipping. When you're in shoes, you only notice that the grounding is sliding away when you've started to fall over. But my legs got really sore. I showed up at my accounting lecture 10 minutes late, sweaty and with no shoes. I had to walk right down the front, because the rest of the room was full and I probably didn't smell that crash hot. Then I got leg cramps during the lecture which was funny. I asked a lot of questions tonight. I hope people didn't mind.

Accounting is interesting. But so dodgy. There is so much stuff you can flake on. Half of the numbers you write down (the ones that end up in the newspapers at the end of the year) are just pulled out of some accountant's bum. The house is suddenly $100,000 more valuable than it was yesterday - better record that. We've just sold all these people stuff who probably aren't ever going to pay us for it - but we'll record the money they aren't going to pay as revenue anyway. We've spent $20 million drilling for oil that we haven't found yet; but we might find some one day - so we'll just record it as an asset. Or you can choose one of two depreciation methods. One means you pay less tax. And one means, yes, you pay more tax. Accountants have to use their qualified judgement as to which one is appropriate. Crazy go nuts.

I have tomorrow off. And I want to go to the beach on Saturday. It's going to be mostly sunny. But even better, the dew point count is only 17. That's dew-point-counterrific.

Some of us chaps had a nice chat on MSN last night. I like people. Except when they do silly things. Like buying expensive oil. And killing 800,000 Tutsis. Poor old Tutsis. Well, they were poor, until they wandered over to Zaire and killed 200,000 Hutus. I'm interested how a guy who was the head of a semi-genocidal rebel army for 20 years (or something), can so easily become the Prime Minister of a reasonably happily flourishing country. It's still poor. But it sounds like it's doing better than before the genocide.