Yes I'm still alive (Sorry Neil)
I've just been pretty busy. Some here's some stuff that's happened over the past week:

Wednesday June 4
While we were waiting on the Camp St steps for the last lecture for Issues with in TV lecture, I sat with my classmates eating some rolls I'd bought for my two-o'clock-lunch.
This guy wearing one of those sheepskin jackets came running around the corner of the old Law Courts building (where we had the class), yelling in an American accent, '¿D'you know what just happen' t'me? ¿D'you know what just happen' t'me?'
'¿Nah, what happened?' asked Whitcher.
'I was just about to park, and this woman in another car pulled in in front o' me. So do you know what I did? I got out, and I said, "Look, why d'ya have ta go and do that for?" And do you know what she said? She said, "You. Weren't. Indicating." ¡"You. Weren't. Indicating"! You know, I try ta be a nice guy; I'm always nice to people. But when someone does something like that, that just makes it hard. ¿So you know what I'm gonna do? I'm pretty friendly with all the parking inspectors around here; they know me. So I'm gonna make sure if she's ever over time, she's gonna get a ticket. Every time.'
'You could try bein' nice to her,' I said stupidly, then waited for him to punch me in the face.
'Bein' nice to 'er,' said the guy. '¿You know? I'd like to. But she made me angry. And she was rude. I say, "An eye for an eye."'
'...and the whole world's blind,' I said.
'You know y're right. Y're probably right. And I'd be better off to try and just calm down. And you probably all think I'm crazy and you'll just laugh at me when I'm gone.'
'Nah,' I said, 'I'd probably have the same attitude if it was me.'

Wednesday night after small groups, Micky was telling me how a lotof the old people were commenting about my nail polish and are worried that I'm a goth and thus a Satanist. Luckily he vouched for my not being a goth, although I don't see what's wrong with being a goth. And I was pretty disappointed that no-one who had any problems had actually said anything about it to me.
Al was wearing a black trenchcoat so I said he must be a goth, and thus a Satanist, as well.

And Flip told me the house's fallen through. Finances.

Friday June 6
After work we did this thing called a fox hunt. Six teams. Each had a car hooked up with a CV. One team got five minutes to hide somewhere in the backstreets, then the other teams had to race to find them using the their CV to ask a question once every three minutes. I was in Team Truck with Micky (driver), Flip (telecommunications), Emily (navigator) and Kelly (front passenger seat person). I was defogger of windows, which made me very busy because Emily talks so much. We managed to irritate a few of the other teams by asking questions such as, '¿Do you have change for a five?' Two of the other teams changed channels to discuss the possibility of ordering a pizza.

Saturday June 7
Went to a mainly goth party next door, and managed to get Shaft, Devo and Scotty to come along to. It was rather amusing to find out that they call Scotty's car The Bitchmobile.

Monday June 9 was the Queens Birthday public holiday, which means there were no classes, but also no public transport, meaning I had to walk three hours to the church for prayer meeting.
Passing Ballarat Base Hospital this guy asked me for a light. I said I didn't have a light, but we got talking (I think he was a pretty lonely person), and it turned out we were going in the same direction, so we walked together for the next hour-or-so.His name was Mark. He was almost 37. He served six years in the army, and wanted to ask his social worker out.