Tuesday27thMarch07

Today was the day I discovered doodoo juice.
It was an ordinary day. I got up, went to classes and then went out for dinner. No, actually, hold the phone, that's not true! On the way to get breakfast I noticed that there were news trucks outside. I didn't think anything of it until I went out again and they seemed to be multiplying. Turns out there was some big Coca Cola promotion going on. There were heaps of film crews and news reporters filming people saying things like 'I love my boyfriend,' 'I love my mum,' just for a free coke. Rather bizarre. So, after that I went to classes, and dinner. I was hungry, so ordered the safest thing on the menu (avoiding the potential gag reflex that tends to leave most of the food on the plate), fried rice. Dinner always comes with a big tumbler of cold green or black tea, but given that green tastes like soap and black is like the stuff you get for tea parties when you're little; weak, milky and sweet, I decided to opt out. That was until a free passed me his drink and said 'try this' (this was the same friend that uttered those same words leading me into the congealed pigs blood incident, so you can forgive me for some serious hesitation at this point.) At first a strong taste of lemon hits you, then a little pineapple, and the tiniest hint of coconut, but before you have time to register the last, a small cube of jelly shoots up the straw and into your mouth. I was pleasantly surprised so decided to lift the drinks amnesty and got one.
As always seems to be the case, if you get roped into trying one thing, you get roped into another (although I'm still standing firm on the dating thing.) I had been suckered into various sports after dinner, but this one was an even bigger shock to the system, an in my opinion, much worse for your health than exercise on a full stomach... I went to the library. I had no choice. I was completely guilt tripped and press ganged into it. Don't get me wrong, I've spent time in the library before now, but after dinner is my me time (the time once occupied by the re-reading of the last Harry Potter book in preparation for the next, and more recently filled with the Black Dahlia.) Alas, I made the sacrifice, and I may never be quite the same. People here study way more than is healthy, and definitely more than I thought was humanly possible. Who knows, some of it might rub off on me... maybe.