Ah, for once i’m not on the veranda, this since a) my screen has gone ape on me and is behaving quite non functional at the moment, and b) because I’m in surfers paradise. Caroline Enders is sitting behind me right now, together with a bunch of unknown happy internet using backpackers.
I’m moving out of my house next week, and heading for rainbow beach together with John, hopefully stopping on the way to meet up with Mick, a friend from Fiji. Fiji, yeah. Fiji. Nice place. I’m sorry to say this, but I would so easily chop of my swedish social life to stay there longer (not really.. but still). It was blessed good old fun, it was empty beaches and it was so beautiful, warm and sunny. Best I’ve ever done.
 
I have now finished the grad show, handed in all assignments, and faxed the transcript of records to MAH, isnt it wonderful? I actually completed one semester at QUT. Not just that (listen now, all my lovely teachers back home, this is a revolution), but I also handed in all in time, except for one, when I got a legitimate extension because of the flue and a missunderstanding. I’m amazed.
Caroline Enders is here now, we’ve been to surfers a couple of days, working on the tan (yes, i got burned, even though i had 30+ in spf on), and on monday we’re of to fiji. If we get what we want, it’ll be 10 days on Malolo and Mana islands, sunbaking and slacking.
But, everything isn’t dandy. I’ve had a serious problem with one of my housemate turning freaky and starting to threaten ppl and slam doors and act all in all like he wants us all to die a horrible death, preferably caused by him or at least while he is watching. He is a bit of a loner, but that he would go so completely over board scares me at least. We are trying to handle this in our own ways, I for example tend to lock myself in my room in the mornings. It’s however really uncomfortable. I really love this house and it feels so unnecessay to have to move when it’s only a few weeks left. I’ll write more about this when I get back from fiji.