Monthly Archives: October 2012

There comes a point in life when something happens and you know its going to be the death of you. You just know. That happened today.

SOCK WARS.

What is sock wars?
You get the name of someone in your building and that will be who you shall assassinate through screaming their name whilst smacking them with a sock in public. Prizes are awarded for the last creature standing and also for the person with most kills. You can carry a safety item around to not get killed and this item varies each week. “Oh that sounds like fun” Said noone ever. It’s a war zone.

For my house, QXLN, It’s the Hunger Games. We got the floor one people acting like they’ve been prepping for this their whole lives. They are making alliances, plotting up how they’re gonna find their victims and creeping on other peoples floors. If they’re not the Sock War careers I don’t know who is. With each floor that we go up, and each district getting further and further away from Panem, you can tell there is no way the odds are going to be in your favour.

This leads us to my floor. I’m not gonna name it, so lets just look at what the Hunger Games wiki said about the tributes from my district: “Unnamed tributes: 74th Hunger Games, died on the first day (bloodbath)”  Bloodbath? Unnamed? Sounds promising.

Therefore, I’m scared. I do not like feet, nor do I like socks and I even less like death. I have been hearing people call my name and I’ve even been smelling feet all over campus. Honestly I am terrified. How will this all end?

Maybe, just maybe, I will be the Mockingjay of my house. I shall keep you posted on how this madness plays out.

Current time: 5.47 am

Location: Calgary International Aiport

Reason for being awake at this un Godly hour: Waiting for my 7am back to Vancouver.

Mood: Hungry. (is that even a mood?)

New mood: Confusion. I just googled it the hungry mood thing and didn’t get a proper response.

Last meal: Ghormesabzi. (best persian food in the world I kid you not)

Regret of the day: Saying that Ghormesabzi is the best food in the world. Obviously Zeresh polo with chicken is. Delusional little me.

1 thing you maybe didn’t know about me: I’m hungry.

Alright so I’m currently at the airport and I’m reflecting upon how different life was the last time I was leaving Calgary. A little over a month ago. Ah how different yet indifferent life is now. I remember how extremely nervous I wasn’t and all the excitement that I was swimming in. Looking back I’ve definitely had one of the hardest and most rewarding months of my life. Crazy. Another thing that is crazy is people that over-share their life stories. It’s not eaves dropping if I can hear you complaining over how your roommate gets to sleep an extra hour over the sound of Mumford and Sons screaming in my ears. It’s okay I feel your pain, random lady. I would be upset and complaining too.

As I was saying, one of the main things that has changed here OH MY DAYS the random complaining lady is now complaining about the pain of home birth… Too much info sista, tmi. So anyway, the one thing that has left me at awe is how “homeless” I feel. What is home? Is Sweden my home? I guess yes, since I’m born and raised there. Then what is Calgary, where my parents and little brother live? Is that some sort of home too? Is this what it feels like to live in a split house hold? I also feel like Vancouver is home in a sense. I mean my little room feels pretty homely. I miss my bed. Hmm. I guess I’m currently a rootless nomad. No big deal. I’m going to have to let go of my western need for defining everything and anything in my surroundings and just be. Deep stuff.