Will the real Genevieve please stand up?

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Hi, my name is, (what), my name is (who), my name is… ugh not really Genevieve but I am a Genevieve. I…don’t even listen to Eminem so why do I incorporate two references in the first two lines of this post?

I am a Genevievist in association with the one, the only, the Mighty Dragon and the Genevieves.

So I don’t know if I’m actually authorized to disclose this information. As in,the same people who storm in on ostriches, with rams in the Stride commericals or who censor the Caramilk ads when ever some martyr tries to release the forbidden secret of how they get the caramel in the centre will come and destroy me.

But here goes.

This second term WTFL started. Which contrary to popular belief does not stand for “WTF – ladies?” it’s Women’s Totem Football League.

Basically, each floor forms a team together and on the weekends there are hour long flag football games. It can get pretty brutal two weeks ago I earned myself four massive black and blue marks and some cuts. But hey, scars are sexy right?

Our team has played some pretty epic games and it all goes down to three things. The good ol’ Haida Pride Honour Respect. Which will hopefully surmount to one thing – glory. How does this awesome team keep in track? Well as an extremely self-motivated team we have practice twice a week. Every Saturday we eat breakfast together, get pumped to “Be a Man!” from the Mulan soundtrack and Eye of the Tiger. We have matching black bandanas and war paint and pretty much yell at our brother floor and friends to get out of bed and cheer us on.

Over the term our floor spirit as exploded and now includes a legit dragon costume, with hand sewn wings and large flag attached to a tree branch. No comment on how we got that.

I’ve never really been a huge fan of team sports, mostly in high school I kept to cross-country and nordic skiing. Individual endurance sports which tested my own strength and determination but TFL has taught me a lot about supporting each other and encouragement. When we win, we all win and when we lose, we all go to the caf and eat and train a run a little harder and wash the mud off our legs.

This Tuesday one of our dearest supporters is leaving us. We are terribly sad to see her go and along with our fantastic 10 plays which include “The Beyoncé”, “Chaos”, “Little Man”, “Indian War Cry”, “Surprise Jamaican” and the long awaited never before seen “The Melanie”.

In honour of her epic presence on our floor and our (oh dear don’t get too sappy, Ned) friendship, we present the “Lady Jackknife”, the ultimate Pokemon fighter play. This one’s for you Harley. We’re going to make you proud.

See you on the field. Watch out for the Dragon and rogue tsunamis. Much love.

Pop the bubble.

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There was an 8.9 magnitude earthquake in Japan today.

I’m sitting in the cafe at Buchanan and I’m looking around wondering if any of these people know? How long does information take to reach us?

As a member of the Global Citizens Committee at Totem Park I’m making an effort to inform myself. I set my homepage to The Globe and Mail in hopes of catching some headlines every time I open up the internet. But I can’t help but feel naive, uninformed and trapped in a bubble.

I have so much respect for people in International Relations and people who keep up with the news. For the next 7 days I’m challenging myself to read the news every single day.

How many of us are living in a UBC sphere? Caught up with midterms, essays, gossip, parties, personal health and work. How long does it take to think about the world around us?

How many of us are oblivious to what’s going on? Can you explain what’s happening in Egypt? Libya? Japan? Pakistan? Who even knows what’s going on with Canadian politics.

Read the news. Just do it.

Plants vs. Zombies vs. Mocha Chocolate Brownies

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Hey, friends!

I’ve been in Seattle for the past Reading week, not reading at all but playing Plants vs. Zombies on an iPad.

My sister recently got back from vacation to India. Even though she’s slightly neglected to show me any of her 2000 photos, she’s told me some great stories about her trip and hearing about her adventures made me realize one thing: how fortunate we are to live in a time when the world is at our fingertips. I’m talking about travelling.

Even this week I’ve been in a different country. Of course, I’ve been in email contact with a few people. (Oh right, that thing called Facebook too.) But, it’s strange hearing someone else say “when you get back in the country”. Like who am I? Some 30 year old business woman travelling abroad?

Seattle’s a beautiful city. After spending so much time in Vancouver I don’t think I can live in a city that isn’t at least somewhat surrounded by water. I guess I’m just realizing that I am no longer that little girl next door living in the suburbs. I live in a metropolis at the edge of the ocean. Kind of insane.

The other thing I’ve realized during my trip. I love food. I’ve probably eating a good half of a 13″ x 6″ pan of mocha chocolate brownies. There’s no need to tell you how dee-lish those were. The reason why they’re so addictive must be the slight dose of coffee (= caffeine) in them.Also recently discovered Limited Edition Haagen Dazs Banana Foster ice cream. If there are two reasons to get rich it would be to smother my children with toys from Fao Schwartz and eat Banana Foster ice cream day in and day out. And then of course pay my personal trainer so I don’t get morbidly obese.

So out of the plants vs. zombies vs. mocha chocolate brownie battle. Brownies always win.

Point of story. I love spending time with my sister and her BFF. Eating good food is a food good. Whatever that means. Marzipan rolls at Piroshky Piroshky. Mmm almond paste. Honestly, I could describe every day this week simply through food.

The past couple of weeks have been extremely intense. I wish everyone luck with midterms. I know last week was the most intense week I’ve had at university. I want to share my new amazing study spot but I fear all two of my readers might flock there and then I won’t get a table. The Forestry building is the nicest building interior by far on campus, if any one would like to know my vote. You know you’ve been there for too long (like 10 hours too long) when the cleaning staff start vacuuming. Oh, midterms so glad you’re over.

Madly trying to figure out summer plans. Cheerio!