Okay, so I have no idea what to title this post, since I just had a sudden urge to type. Which basically translates to: "Hi, I spend too much time trying to procrastinate from my exams. Oh, by the way, the first one's on this Thursday."
So, erm - here goes spontaneity. (Or not.)
Well, I've been meaning to tell you guys about the weird and dastardly ways of uni life (although in my mental blank state I've forgotten what 'dastardly' actually means, but it sounds cool anyway), which have basically nominated this year as 'The Most Similar To An Obstacle Course Race', aka TMTAOCR. Aka "Tammy", for short. (Don't ask, it was random.)
Let's start with the time of that weird and dastardly assignment. Yes, the one with The Email.
An hour after its discovery.You see, I was having a quick lunch/breather outside the Sir Robert Menzies building, which is a suspected undercover sabotage by an architect from Melbourne Uni (but that's another story). Just as I was finishing my last few crumbs in the cool almost-spring breeze, a random guy from the group that has been pointedly staring at me from the corner of my left eye, aimed
straight for the target. Okay, as bad as that sentence sounded, there wasn't any throwing of rubbish or anything akin to bullying, or flirting - if you were thinking otherwise.
Anyway. So he comes up to me, right, and I'm thinking, "What the heck?"
"Hi, I'm XXX. (This isn't like, to protect his identity... it's just that I didn't bother to remember his name. Call him Barney or something, if you want.) Would you like to do me a favour?" The response in my head switches to "Wow, dodgy."
"Erm, it's not like it's anything bad or anything. (proceeds to ramble) You see, elections are going on, right, and we heard that the opposition party vying for the head of student media position has been telling lies about us. And like, I've complained to the Returning Officer, who is in charge of running the elections fair and square, and he says he can't do anything about it because it's my word against hers.
So I've obtained permission to record what she says and use it as evidence, but we need someone who isn't aligned to any party to ask her some questions."
Talk about underhanded. Anyway, back to XXX's aka "Barney's" rambling.
"Uh huh..." "And well, you don't even have to do the actual recording yourself! I mean,
some guy will just follow you and like, record the whole thing. All you have to do is approach her and ask her what are her plans for next year's student media if she wins the election."
"... can I not do it? Sorry." "Please, we really need someone and there's only one hour to go before elections officially end today.
Look, I can compensate you! I'll treat you to a free lunch!" Yeah,
everybody wants a free lunch around 4pm, after you've just finished yours and been rambled at by a guy you don't know.
"Sorry, I really don't want to do it. How about asking that guy?" Points to someone random walking by.
"Is he your friend?" "Uh, no, but you can always try asking?"
In the end, XXX/Barney left without a word. I don't know the outcome, and to be honest, I don't really want to know, otherwise it may or may not leave me with a minor guilt trip.
But I didn't want to risk OCF Clayton being caught in the crossfire, just in case... not to mention, there was enough melodrama to go around already.