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Now that I’m here.

Do you hear what I hear?

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It’s the sound of fingers typing away on laptops during your lecture.

I find it extremely amusing listening to the buzz buzz of nails of keys. There’s three levels of clickerclacker typing.

Level 1: The typical pitter patter of typing, probably that girl in the front of class who just types anything your prof says. If this person is within a 2 person radius of you, you can probably distinguish between backspaces as well, depending on how quiet it is in the room. (Or how many people are asleep).

Level 2: When the lecture becomes a little more interesting and more people start taking notes.

Level 3: Most likely heard after your prof has mentioned a key term or definition that will definitely be on your exam. And he’s talking really really fast. You just need to type faster and get it all down.

The reason why I’ve noticed this is because today I brought my honking laptop (that everybody thinks is crappy but it could totally eat your shiny silver twig snapping think computer (no brandnames mentiond)) and decided to take notes because later I had an essay to write (still not done btw). But later on in my second lecture du jour I reverted to my archaic pen and paper note-taking ways and noticed all the click click space bar click clik backspace backspace backspace click of fingers on keyboards and the sound just amused me. Just one of those little things in life that I seem to stop and think about. Buzz buzz away little bees, buzz away.

Also, it occurred to me (since this is a Christmas song titled post) that Christmas is on it’s way. Thanks for stating the obvious, Ned. But I’ll be leaving long before them and I won’t get to see the wonderful people at Totem Park. So how about we spread a little Christmas cheer early? Anyone down for a little Christmas in November?
I saw egg nog in the grocery store already and Magda’s has candy canes. Don’t tell me it’s that far off. I already plan on doing most of my shopping at the UBC Bookstore. Mom and Dad you know what you’re getting.

Saturday = ?

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Let me paint you a picture. It’s Saturday morning. You just woke up, what are you going to do?

Wow. I’m a terrible artist. Let’s try again. The sun is kind of ish coming through your window (except it’s November in Vancouver so that is basically overcast rainclouds shining into your dorm room). You had a pleasant dream of [insert fond childhood nostalgia/ boy/girl crush / misc. memories of food / whatever floats your boat]. You feel completely rested, your entire body is at ease. You swing your legs out from under the cover and you have a moment to sit there. You realize that it’s Saturday morning. And you got up on the right (not wrong) side of the bed.

Where will the day lead you? Well, I think there’s something special about a completely free Saturday. Sure, I got a crapload of reading to ‘ketchup’ on. Groceries to do. Laundry to… iron. Yeah that’s right. I live in rez and I iron my clothes. One of the hundreds of reasons why I look better than you.

I’m totally kidding. I’m sure you look fab. I think I look pretty fab. Except right now – because I’m still in my jammies writing this. Mmm winnie the pooh.

I might go and get a waffle for breakfast. Or an omelete. Point of this post?

HAPPY SATURDAY!

No matter what you do. Just do something. Carpe diem it up. This is my get-pumped-Saturday song. I love it Matt and Kim, everyone. YouTube Preview Image

I particularly like the lyric about glasses. “I hope that someday I’ll see without these frames” just because glasses status: still broken. In need of repair.

Today, let’s play otters instead of hermits.

Halloween and other frightening experiences.

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You know what’s a great idea if you want a wedgie and a heart attack?

Agreeing to hop onto the back of your friend’s bike and just hold on for dear life because everybody else is riding on bikes and you don’t have one.

So yesterday we went to see an advanced screening of Due Date at the Norm. I’m so glad I joined the UBC Film Society. They’re playing Inception this weekend and I get in for $2.50!

Anyways, I don’t really understand the purpose of an “advance screening”. Sure, they want to see the audience’s reaction, but only 5 days before it comes out – what’s the use? My friend suggested it’s just so people like me can feel special and tell others (like right now) that I went to an “advance screening”. So that when other people ask me “Hey Nicole, do you want to go see that movie?” I can be all “Oh, I already saw it at an advanced screening”. Word.

But my friends and I were of course running fashionably late so while they all decided to hop on their bikes I had to run. Yeah. Run, [through the] forest, run. (That’s because we decided to take the short cut.) This was fine. I don’t mind running. I like running. I was on the x-country team in high school. So a little jog was no big D.
Until I got to the SUB and my glasses broke. Yup. So I got to watch the movie with glasses that only had one arm. I’m pretty sure I got some weird looks from the security guards with metal detectors at the door…

Then on the way back, as I already mentioned instead of running, because that didn’t work out so well (broken glasses) I got on the back of my friend’s bike. Note to self: a bicycle is not a motorcycle. But if you can picture the cliché girl wrapping her arms around some guy on a motorcyle or moped that’s pretty much what I looked like clutching my friend as we speed down the hill back to rez.

The ride was fun, a little uncomfortable and scary because I thought I was going to hit a brick wall but gave me a good laugh. I’m just filing this one under the stupid stuff that only happens at university and you need to get over with in life. Next on my list is skydiving.

Verdict on the movie? Funny. Not freaking hilarious like The Hangover. You can go see it if you want. So/so. Basically Zach What-the-heck-is-his-last-name-it-starts-with-a-G-and-ends-in-barf is his typical self and Robert Downey Jr. has to put up with him on a cross country trek if he wants to make it in time to see the birth of his first child. You can guess the ending. Still, it was entertaining.

Wasn’t so bad for a Monday night. And for the first time my plans didn’t fall through unlike the rest of the weekend.

Halloween basically consisted of a series of unfortunate events but because I was with my friends I guess I’ll take the fromage-tastic line and say it was still fun and none of it mattered. For instance, trying to go to a party: succeeded at getting tickets AND then sold them. Attempted to go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show at a theatre: made it all the way downtown AND then tickets were sold out. Went trick or treating as Carl from the Disney & Pixar’s UP (the old man in the house attached to balloons) wth Halloween 4 Hunger. This random bus driver even stopped to ask me what I was, plus a cute guy told me I looked cute. He had no idea how old I am. I’m guessing it didn’t help that I was dressed up as an old man too.

But you know what I hate about Halloween? That the next day is November. This month just creeps up on you.

Alright, back to midterm studying and figuring out the best way to get sundried tomato specs out of my laptop. Gossip girl and vampire diaries you stay away from me!