Monthly Archives: December 2010

Come Around Sundown

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I’ll be miles high ringing in the New Year on a plane. But erm not part of that club…

I checked in already and it’s pretty full, I am so tempted to bring a bell and literally ring in 2011, or at least a blow up streamer whistle thingymerbobber.

2010’s been a real busy year for me and for all of us I think. There’s really been too much stuff to even try and wrap your head around the years events. I’m not even going to bother attempting a list right now.

As probably everyone else on the planet, today’s a day of reflection on how much has changed in a year. I recall last year scrambling to write up university supplemental. But I knew that in one year’s time I’d have accomplished so much and my life was going to have some massive changes. Last year I was looking forward to finishing my IB exams (check), graduating from high school (check), getting into my top university (check), exploring the world a little (check), moving across the country (check), becoming a university student (check), becoming a blogger? Who’d have guessed.

Those are all some pretty big milestones and what a great year to complete them a nice round number 2010.

Before I forget, not that I could forget, but that’s just a great transition…Shout out to one of my BFFLAAAAAAAAAAD Bobby Jim. That stands for best friend for life and after after after after after (you get the point) death. I come back home and basically just start acting and bugging him that he’s going to come and join me out here next year. This part sounds completely made up hahaha.

Seeing old friends again is great but to sum up my Christmas break in three words I’d say: whoa there technology. Mom and Pop got an eggsbox$3.60. I swear they’ve been planning this all along: buy the video games once all the children have moved out of the house. Brilliant, really. Gives us more of an excuse to come home. My Christmas gift highlight was definitely a swimsuit so I can finally take advantage of the free pool time for UBC students at the Aquatic Centre.

I feel a little bad that I’m leaving my Mom to pack up all the Christmas decorations. It’s been a great holiday. Of course a little sad to be leaving home. Sad about the food. I officially feel like Ugly Betty Season 4 with my new hair, new glasses – plum coloured if you’re wondering, but I have my classic shiny red ones as backup, and I’m moving this time I’m going alone.

New year, new city, new adventures.

Tonight enjoy yourself and relax. In West Indian culture we call is Old Year’s Night instead of New Year’s Eve. Which kind of describes how it’s should be the epitome of the entire year. Sum of everything together, the years accomplishments and successes. But it’s the start of something new. It’s one of those triple moments where the past, the present and the future kind of combine in some cosmic sense blurred into one. Unless your vision is just blurry from having too much egg nog.

Title of this post comes from my new favourite CD (people still use those – no way!? Wayyyyyy) from the most good lookin’ band of brothers. Calm down now 12 year old girls it’s Kings of Leon not the Jonases. Check this album out. Loving it.

So wherever you are tonight counting down the seconds, whether on a jet plane, on a couch, downtown on the streets, or in your friend’s basement. Be safe, be merry and cheers to 2011.

Here’s to the future, the world awaits.

Feels like -11° to me.

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Which is my way of saying it feels like home.

So far the best part of being home is the food. That should be no surprise. It’s basically the one thing all dorm residents are looking forward to. Cranberry shortbread cookies, brie cheese and salami. Yup, cold cut cured meat is what’s been filling my tummy. I’ve already been spoiled with some comfort food like callaloo. It tastes “soy good”, as my Totem neighbour would say. She’s obsessed with that milk. Not to mention my other friend from Vancity who’s been consuming chocolate milk as if her life depended on it, or at least as if it will improve her chances of meeting Mr. Darcy. Maybe someday.

Also note-worthy, I’ve returned to milk in bags. Not cartons. Oh the culture shock of life in Ontarioland!

I thought things would have felt really different once I returned here, as though they’ve changed more. But so far I’ve been pretty happy to loaf around, set up some holiday decorations, drive around town, and watch my favourite Christmas movies. My initial reaction at 1:30 a.m. was just excitement. I had to ask my parents if they changed the floors because I’ve been so used to see shaggy carpet and concrete tiling everywhere I forgot what hardwood looked like. Second thought: I am a giant. Since everything in rez is at least 4 feet high, id est my bed, my normal bed, desk, dresser, looks extremely short. It’s great, really. Et finalement, une toilette qu’on n’a pas besoin de s’accroupir. Haha! Yes, I went there.

I’m sure once the sibs return home I’ll have some crazy holiday antics to share with you all.

Cheers!

Auf Weidersehen, audieu

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to yu, and yu and you. (not a typo, that’s just how it sounds to me when Frederick says it)

Dum deedle um dee dum dum dumm.

Flying home today. As the second girl leaving on our floor, I must admit it was quite sad as I went door-to-door saying my good byes last night. Although it’s only 3 weeks, I’ll miss the girls on my floor. For me I’ve become quite attached to the idea of constantly being around people. In fact, I really do go looking for people. To bug, to rant, to procrastinate studying with, to tell a stupid story to. I ought to feel a little sorry for the girls on my floor who stay on weekends. It’s surprising how many go home, but for those of us who stay – well, let me just say they are probably sick of me knocking on their doors all the time. You’d think I could take a hint that their doors are closed.

In the Commons there’s a PostSecret board and I read one that said something along the lines of “I travel so other people miss me”. I can’t take credit for posting that, but it kind of sparked a little thought in my head. I think there’s a part in all of us who find the idea of being missed kind of nice. Right now, by going home what some think is “ridiculously early” I kind of feel like I’m missing out. It’s strange the effect some people just have on others and I can say I’ve been touched by the girls on my floor. Who’s going to creep IMDB with me or write me post-it notes? Who am I going to call when I want to go to the caf, or skype down the hall? Who will I have to wake up to or ask me if their hair looks messy when they haven’t showered in 2 days?

It’ll be a nice break. But at the same time home cooked meals here I come!

I wish everybody best of luck if you have one exam, two exams, three or four.

See you on the other side of the country!