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Residence Life Uncategorized Wellness

A Hairy Situation.

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Get out and enjoy those fall colours before they’re gone. Specifically, if you haven’t been to Nitobe Garden yet (it’s near Vanier, at the bottom of Memorial): GO!

Me having fun with leaves (note the huge clump on the left – it was wet and it kind of hurt when it hit me on the way back down, haha).

I had the Week From Hell (WFH) last week, with a chem midterm; a 40-mark Mastering Physics (an online homework program with excruciating questions due every week) assignment; a math quiz and homework assignment; a chem lab… The list goes on. I locked myself in my room for all my spare time, and was averaging 14 hour days, only counting studying and lecture time. Laaaaaame.

SO: aside from playing outside today, I’ve done a lot of relaxing things this weekend. On Friday night, I discovered the wonders of the internet and watched two movies (Harry Potter and Superbad) online, as well as an episode of Survivor that I missed this week with my friend Kayla. I ended up getting to bed around 2am, although I’m not sure exactly how that happened. Last night I went to the Parade of the Lost Souls with another friend (Jonathan), my sister, and a bunch of my sister’s friends. It’s a yearly costume celebration that takes over around 8 blocks of Commercial Drive and fills it with live percussion bands, fire dancers, and thousands of people wearing some of the best costumes I’ve ever seen, such as:

  • Lego person (complete with yellow facepaint and a paper mache hat that looked exactly like the unrealistic, helmet-like hair)
  • Mushroom
  • Jellyfish (someone holding one of those clear umbrellas with streamers and LED lights coming off of it. Pretty and functional!)
  • A Wild Thing from Where the Wild Things Are

There were a lot more. It may be easier to mention that the only bad costume I saw was this old guy with a  smear of fake blood just sitting in the centre of his forehead. That was all. Or maybe it wasn’t fake… he did look kind of dazed.

After I got back from my walk this afternoon, I decided to do some vacuuming. I should mention now that Kayla also vacuumed today and, like me, loses a substantial amount of hair on any given day.The vacuuming itself went great – I now have a carpet absent of paper bits, pizza crumblies, and pine needles. But returning the vacuum! What a freaking nightmare.

*Note* – The following screenplay is based entirely on true events, but may be exaggerated in a meager way to enhance tone:

Scene: two girls – one redheaded and lugging a maroon SuctionMaster 260, the other a lovely brunette – approach the front desk of Vanier Commonsblock looking very hungry and eager to hit the caf. A stout blond man in his mid-forties looks up with disdain at their approach. He disappears from the desk to emerge several seconds later from a door at stage right.

Red (smiling): Hello! We’re here to return the vacuum!

Man takes the vacuum, rewrapping the power cord to maximize spacial organization as he does so. He checks the vacuum for cleanliness, first examining the filter. With a curt nod, he continues his inspection down to the rollers. He looks up with a sour expression.

Man (brandishing the vacuum, rollers up): I’m going to have to ask you to clean this.

Red (obviously not noticing that the stripy pattern around the rollers is actually hair): Oh… is it that dirty?

Man: …

The Man twitches the vacuum in the direction of the girls, and the Brunette takes it from him. Red keeps staring at him.

Red: We actually have to clean the rollers out?

Brunette (quickly): Okay so we’ll just go clean this…

Man (talking over Brunette): Yeah, well you were informed upon checkout that you were required to clean the filter and the rollers before returning the appliance.

Red: But they’re… oooooooooh! Okay. Alright well we’ll just go and –

Red stops speaking as she realizes that the man has already disappeared behind the door. The girls walk back across the commons. Balancing the vacuum on a garbage can, they begin ripping small chunks of hair from the rollers, discussing the pretty shade the combination of their hair creates and wondering aloud why the Man is such an insufferable bore. Ten minutes later, the Man returns, clutching a tiny pair of orange safety scissors in his meaty fist.

Man: How’s it coming?

Red: We’ve been at it for ages… we’re thinking we’re done.

Brunette: Yeah. This good enough?

Red shows the nearly immaculate rollers to the man, who does not appear impressed.

Man: I’m really thinking that you can get more out of the corners. Here.

Man places the scissors on the bin and returns to his hole in the wall. Red and Brunette exchange significant glances and attack the vacuum with the ridiculously blunt – and therefore useless – scissors. After another 5 minutes, they manage to remove 15 more strands of hair and appear quite pissed off. They return to the door and look at the Man at the desk. The group stares at eachother for an awkward pause. The Man finally moves and opens the door.

Red: We’re done. Here.

The Man inspects the entire vacuum once again and looks as if to say something, but decides not to. A wise decision has been made. He returns to his post with the appliance. The girls exit stage right. The sound of running water, scrubbing, and grumbling can be heard as the lights dim…

End scene.

From now on, I’m using the floor vacuum. Or avoiding that man. Either/or.

But! All in all, this weekend has been just the rest I need. I’m ready to tackle this week, and am dying for Halloween to arrive!

When I get the pictures from the parade, I’ll post them. Have a spooky week, everyone!

Lindsay

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Academic Faculty International Involvement/Leadership Recreation Uncategorized

NCAA? No way!

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Voice your opinion about UBC’s potential join to NCAA (division II), an athletic association of the United States! Your voice will really make a difference – not many people know about this issue!

Submit an online response form by 11:59 pm TONIGHT by clicking this link: feedback.cfm?page=online

Obviously, I’m very against this whole thing. Feel free to side with whichever view you choose, but keep in mind YOUR OPINION IS CRUCIAL AS TO WHETHER THIS HAPPENS.

Here is what I wrote:

I came to UBC because of the strong focus on academics and the pursuit of knowledge. As a first year, I fear that the attempt of this athletic recognition will reduce the attention to academics at UBC. And as far as the “pros” of this situation, I think that increased school spirit is NOT a fair trade for the decrease in attention to scholarly pursuits at this university. I don’t want UBC to become a school where people come to be athletes. I would be very angry and disappointed with the school as well if less funding was given to academic-focused scholarships in order to boost the amount of money available to athletic scholarships. Finally, I think that by entering the NCAA (which has incredibly limited spots for Canadian teams) we would alienate ourselves from other schools in Canada – only to be able to play against second-rate schools in the States. This whole situation is a bad idea which only benefits the athletes and athletic components of UBC. I hope very much that it doesn’t end up happening.

If you have any thoughts/opinions/ideas, submit them! This is your school too! Just keep in mind I am incredibly biased and basing your response off mine might not be a great idea if you don’t know exactly what’s happening. However, if you agree with me (which I really hope you do), then I encourage you even more to complete the online response form by 11:59 TONIGHT.

Lindsay

PS. I swear it only takes 10 minutes. I know you have 10 minutes.

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Have you seen this popstar?

I was pondering over a recurring thought this morning while I was sitting in my Literature lecture to do with Lady GaGa’s song, “Just Dance”. Sure, it’s catchy – but have you ever actually listened to the lyrics?

That chick is an idiot. Observe:

“I’ve had a little bit too much (much)

All of the people start to rush (start to rush babe)
How does he twist the dance, can’t find my drink or man
Where are my keys, I lost my phone (phone) (oh oh oh oh)

What’s go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can’t see straight anymore
Keep, it cool, what’s the name of this club?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, a-alright

Just dance, gonna be okay (da-da-doo-doo)”

Okay. So. She’s smashed, for one thing. And then her thought pattern proceeds as:

“I can’t find the person I came with… Oh, damn. My keys and phone are gone too. That means I have no way of contacting my friends if I need help. And even if I manage to make it home (*giggle*) I’ll be stuck outside all night because I won’t be able to unlock my door. Where are they? Come to think of it, where am I? I don’t even know!”

And instead of evaluating her position as a possible, I dunno, rape situation and trying to solve her problem and stay safe (by asking the bartender maybe?), she instead thinks:

“To hell with it! I’m gonna dance! Dancing makes everything alright again!”

Oooookay, Lady GaGa. Have fun with that 🙂

And hey, maybe if you’re lucky you won’t need your keys after all. Seeing as you’re quite slack with your personal safety, I’m sure you left your door to your downtown flat unlocked.

Sigh.

Lindsay

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Academic Residence Life Uncategorized

Haters of smooth peanut butter UNITE!

Tip of the Post:

Never, ever put smooth peanut butter on something hot.

This is why:

This morning, like any other morning, I walked to the cafeteria with a pre-bought bagel in hand (from Shoppers… they were expensive at $4.00 for 6, but not as astronomical as in the caf) and, upon arrival, stuck it in the toaster and went to grab a banana (woot!) and a coffee (not so woot!) while I waited. I was feeling pretty hungry, so I thought I would deviate from my usual choice of cream cheese for a cheaper, more protein packed package of peanut butter. Wow. That alliteration was unintended.

ANYWAYS!

I bought everything ($2.12, not bad) and walked back over the the toaster and spread my peanut butter. When I was done, I squished the bagel together and dropped off my dirty knife at the conveyor belt, bagel in my left hand and mocha in my right. It smelled so good I couldn’t resist taking a bite.

HORRORS, as I did so, a huge stream of liquid peanut spewed from the bagel and dripped onto my pants, my sweater, the floor, my shoes… I was so startled that I kind of jumped and screamed and succeeded in spilling my overly-full mocha (I want the most for my money, okay?) onto my shirt and pants. And then it KEPT dripping all over the place so I started to run down the stairs so get outside and, literally, streamlines of peanut butter were flying in my wake. I didn’t even put that much on! I swear, it was regenerating just to spite me. I was laughing and trying to salvage some of my breakfast while I was running… I’m pretty sure people thought I was crazy. In fact, I’m sure of it because as I sped by I heard a guy question my sanity (without a lack of profane terms).

And then I had 7 minutes to get across campus to my math class. Miracle of miracles, I made it.

Other than that, I’ve been pretty happy with myself when getting stuff done for school. I feel like I’ve figured it out. Yesterday and Monday I cleared a huge pile of work and now I have all of today and tomorrow to study just for my physics midterm. I need the time badly, too.

Speaking of physics, I need to get going if I’m going to make it to my lecture on time.

Have a happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Lindsay

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