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merely talk

rantings and ravings with little cohesion and plenty of pretension

 

I Hate a 6 Day Work Week.

The apple festival was great, but a little cold. I had sat for a few hours in the rain watching Amanda's rugby game, and since I wasn't wearing appropriate footwear (since I don't own appropriate footwear, which will be remedied if I ever have a day off ever again...) I was freezing pretty quick. Fortunately I had managed to wear my pink raincoat, so my body wasn't too cold.

The rugby game was pretty awesome and I had a good time. I had absolutely no understanding of how the game was played or the rules when I got there. Yet throughout the game I started to get an understanding and was even able to pick up a bit of the terminology. So that was good.

I had a bit of an adventure finding the field. I 'm pretty unfamiliar with the UBC campus and find it to be impossibly large. I have no idea how anyone ever makes it to their classes on time. Amanda had shown me on my map of the campus where to go, but I hadn't brought it with me, and the campus maps looked very different. I did eventually find the field, but it was all fenced it. I could hear the game and I caught glimpses of the girls every little while, but after walking the perimeter the only entrance I could find involved walking through the locker room. I was a little unsure that I was allowed to go that way, but seeing as there wasn't any other way to go, I went in. The locker room itself was a bit of a maze but after a few wrong turns I managed to find my way to the field and then the bleachers. Later Amanda confirmed that the locker room was the only entrance. Which lead me to ask about security issues. I could have very easily walked in there and taken all the wallets, since there was no one there watching the stuff....but I guess UBC knows what it's doing.

It was pouring by the time the game ended. Amanda had a cold shower (there was no warm water) and then we walked over the Botanical Gardens to partake in the celebration of apples. Amanda and I started by a general survey of the outdoor festival. Amanda's lips quickly turned blue, and I was pretty much constantly shivering do to the wetness of my pants, shoes and socks so we were eager to check out the (few) indoor displays. Then we went to the apple testing. Which is this awesome idea where they let people into this tent for half an hour and you just go around and taste 60 different kinds of apples. And it was only $2. Amanda and I had a game plan all worked out and we managed to try every kind, as well as go back for seconds of our favourites. My personal favourite was the Topaz apple. It's a favourite in Europe and is just coming to Canada this season. It was sweet and crunchy which is how I like my apples.

We left pretty quickly after the tasting we were both freezing and craving something delicious and slightly unhealthy. After a quick pit stop at my house so I could change into some warm and dry clothing we headed to the Mongolian grill in time for the lunch special. I love that place. Sadly since the diet I've been unable to eat an entire bowl. Sometimes I really wish I could eat more than I'm able. And at the Mongolian grill that is always true. Sigh.

Last night Anna, my cousin Anna and I headed to the Hollywood to catch the Notebook. It would have been a lovely experience except for the audience. Despite the fact that there is a clock at the front of the theater the guy beside me (who had obviously been dragged there by his girlfriend) had to repeatedly pull his cell phone out to check the time. The display light was a annoyingly bright orange which was incredibly distracting. He also pulled it out and opened it approximately 3 times a minute. I wish I was exaggerating. I also loved the teenage girls behind us who thought that the effects of Senile Dementia were hilarious and laughed through one of the most heartbreaking scenes in the theater. Yeah old people with horrific mental illnesses are really funny. I too hope one day I don't remember any of my family members and have to be put into a home and sedated. That will be awesome. Stupid twit.

But yeah still an awesome movie. The perfect blend of cheesy romance and epic drama. I love it so much. And I love Ryan Gosling. Cause that boy is fine. And intense.

 

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Blogger Unknown Says:

number 1: ubc does NOT know what it's doing
number 2: I am glad you enjoyed the apple festival! I had fun but was disapointed that you guys had to go, but I understand.
number 3: Sorry I didn't come to the notebook, I wanted to come, but I felt I needed to be there for someone...it was important I think.
See you at Janice's? Hope so!

 
 
Anonymous Anonymous Says:

Yeah, UBC most definitely does not know what it's doing. I've had to go out there numerous times to fix the messes that the administration manages to get me into. As for those stupid girls at The Notebook, obviously they've never had to watch a family member succumb to the frightening effects of dimentia, because otherwise they sure as hell wouldn't be laughing. It was all I could do to keep myself from throwing my pop at them.
Anna

 
 
Blogger Unknown Says:

damn, I wasn't even there and I wish you'd thrown that pop...I'd like to think that I would have given them a piece of my mind but I prolly wouldn't have felt comfortable doing so...

 

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