whew. so. i've finally finished my assignments for semester one, due later on today. by later on i mean a lot lot lot later on, like after i've had a sleep and a few dreams and a shower later on. i had four things to finish off and am quite happy with two of them. that's better than not being happy with any of them at all is how i reckon. tomorrow night i will finally nut out the whole fringe festival thing, and work out once and for all whether i am going to draw a target around my self and invite all and sundry to come have a pot-shot. or a shot-put. or whatever. it scares me to think about, so i'm trying not to think about it too much - though the down side to that is, if i don't think about it then i'll never get it written and then i'm so far up effluent creek that i'll probably finish writing the show at approximately 1.10 am the day before opening night. oh well, can't say fairer than that, can you. i worked at the zoo on saturday and that reminds me - i have to fill out my availability for the next three months. anyhoo, shift at the zoo was fun - i finally have a uniform and i think that made me feel a whole lot better about being there. i was at the back gate, and i've noticed the difference in clientelle from the people who use the main gate. rail gate entrants seem to be more your working class type zoo visitors, what with the train and tram stops being just there, and main gate sees your more highbrow type visitors (or at least they'd like to think so). one other time when i was on rail gate duties, a woman sniped as she was leaving, 'what good is it having an elephant enclosure if the bloody thing ain't there when i want to see it?' obviously i smiled and clucked sympathetically, then waited till she was out of earshot before muttering 'that's because it's not a circus, lady. and you're ugly'. on my saturday shift, an indian guy walked past me to leave, then turned and smiled at me and said 'indian?' i seriously had to fight the urge to reply 'oh, alright, but only cause you're buying!', or to look around in an alarmed way and yell 'oh my god! where!?!'. instead i gritted my teeth and said 'yes'. him - 'where you from?'. me - 'fiji'. him - '...'. he said nothing because he'd literally just turned around and walked off. i've come to expect that kind of behaviour from indian-indians. i mean, how could he even hope to compete with the irresistible combination of south pacific charm and indian good looks? if i were him, i would have run away crying like the little girl i was, too.