Tonight after work Olivia and George and myself sat down to watch a film. We decided on "Easy A" and if you haven't watched it it's formatted in like a video blog. For some reason George asked me if I had a blog; I learned from Olive Pendergast's mistake and confessed that yes I do have one. Before I knew it "Easy A" was forgotten and they were reading my blog-start to finish. George was jealous that he hadn't made it yet so implored me to write this so he could read about himself. So this is really for George Mann, the slurring* English man who lives down my hall.
Before we started the film Olivia (who has just moved into our section coz we're all awesome and is Elly's new roomie) was locked out. We thought at first she was confusing her keys, then that she wasn't holding the door handle just right (her door it turns out is quite temperamental) but we couldn't open it no matter how many different angels the handle was held-or how hard George ran into the door. We took shelter in George's room listening to Ben Howard until Security Ben came down the hall and saved the day letting us in with his master key. (There you go Olivia, you just need to get a master key and all your problems will be solved.)
They now want me to write about our awesome day yesterday. Sadly, George doesn't make this entry as he was too cool to hang with us. But anyway, after work Olivia, Elly and I went to Becky's for a movie night; it was Iron Man, and the recording cut out just as Jedediah was about to attack Pepper-talk about a cliff-hanger. Once we were all tucked up in bed someone checked aurorawatch which is the website every looks at to see the likelihood of the Northern Lights appearing that night. Yeah. (George's input right there.) It was 91% so we all leap up, chucked jackets and boots on and went out to have a looksie. We could just see the faint green glow from them and got so excited that we started to hike up Wawa. We don't know exactly how tall it is but it's steep and we (numpdies we are) decided to go up the black run. It was quite icy underfoot and thankfully we didn't slide all the way back down. It took probably half an hour to reach the top and by that time the clouds had blown over and we couldn't see the lights anymore. So we sat on the chair that was conveniently perched at the lift and ate chocolate somewhere in the degree of minus teens. Going back down was quicker but scarier as the moon was covered and it felt like your feet were going to slip out from under you and you'd barrel down to the bottom. So Becky, Axel and Olivia got out plastic bags that Axel randomly had in his pockets and slid down on them. Elly and I walked down like goobers.
In the morning we girls jumped on the gondola and caught the bus into Banff. After breakfast at Toulooloo's we traversed the 10km out of Banff to Norquay in yet another bus. There was quite a crew from work there; Security Matt, Rob, Alan, Alex, Ally, Elly, Olivia, Rachel, Becky, Elena and I. We shredded for a while and then headed to tubing where the guys throwing us down the tracks guessed we were work. When we asked why they said it was because we were a large group-it was like being a homeschooler all over again.
Once we left Norquay and reached Banff we checked into our hotel and blobbed until eight. Dinner at Chili's, more hotel blobbing and then clubbing summed up the night. Getting to bed at half two with a half six wake up with a full days work ahead wasn't so exciting but we managed.
And that brings you to Olivia being locked out.
Thanks goes to George's Toronto's Maple Leafs hat which I wore while writing this; and his broad music genre playlist.
*I caught up with George one morning last week while out boarding on Wolverine park and as we were conversing on the way up the lift the subject of accents came up. He joined the club of people who think we say our I's and E's funny and I retaliated by saying his accent sounds slow and mumbling. He laughed and agreed, saying he's been told that he talks really slowly and people fall asleep before he finishes his sentences. (Ohk, I added that last part-but it's a good description!) It's safe to say George will never be a rapper.
George is buggin me to finish so he can read this so I'll stop typing now. Hope this was everything you thought it would be George.
This is The Hat.
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