Hiatus.

Terminated.

Katimavik is over.
It was a spectacular finish, filled with drama, tears, cognitive dissonance and a loss of a group living environment.

So Katimavik teaches you a ton of things, one of the biggest ones is reflecting.

So, at 4:30 am on a dull Monday morning, I will do just that.

Katimavik taught me that I can't get along with everyone.
Katimavik taught me that you can do things you can't normally do because you don't live with 9 rowdy teenagers.
Katimavik taught me to be more accepting of differences.
Katimavik made me more social.
Katimavik made me more confident.
Katimavik gave me a little more direction in life.

Would I do it again?
No.
Did I enjoy my experience overall?
Yes.

Time to get rid of the Katimadventureblog title.

A list of things that irritate me.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have decided to create a list of things that irritate me, some surprising, some obvious.

• People who insist on clinging to common small talk, especially, but not limited to:

- ``So did you sleep well?``
- ``How are you?``
-``Good morning!``
-``Goodnight.``
-``What`s up?``

I have better examples than these ones, but I can`t remember them at the moment. EDIT: I originally put the name of a dear friend of mine up here, and after careful consideration, have decided to remove the name, simply out of respect. Miss you, D.

Look, I know people mean well when they ask these questions, but they still irritate me to no end when it becomes routine and usually, they genuinely don`t care for the answer.

• Bread crumbs in peanut butter, nutella, etc. - I hate chewing on the stuff and tasting these crunchy little bits that I know were deposited by someone else when they spread whatever on their bread with a knife.
• People who ask a lot of questions, but not interesting questions, just dumb ones. This sort of relates to my first point. I just hate answering something when it doesn`t make a difference what the answer is.
• When someone wakes me up in the morning and says repetitively ``C`mon Gabe! Time to get up! You have to get up!`` So I stir a little bit in my bed, but it keeps going! ``C'mon Gabe, time to get up!``
• In relation to the above point, I am not a morning person. As such, I hate when people attempt to converse with me when I`ve just woken up. 
• When one end of my shoelace is much longer than the other, and I have to make a really big loop for one of them
• Really static hair that gets in your face
• When someone claims that ``this is my song, it totally like represents my life``. It just ruins any enjoyment I might have gotten from the song.
• When someone gains control of an iPod and speakers and skips to a new song when it`s halfway through. A certain someone does these two things in my group here.
• People who only want to communicate with me for the sole purpose of getting something from me, e.g. french help, but who otherwise would never consider talking to me
• People who struggle with the back doors of buses when all they have to do is lightly tap them. Or trying to open them when the GREEN LIGHT ISN'T ON.
• People who shoot down my well-thought ideas.
• People who slack off on doing laundry and I have to do theirs so that I can do mine

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A Dreamer's Hideaway

Get away, run away, fly away

Lead me astray

To dreamer's hideaway

Too often I find myself longing to lose myself somewhere in Vancouver.

Then I wish for fleeting contact with something or someone in my period of being lost.

From the Burrard SkyTrain station, I walked along the architecturally-perfect fountains, buildings and archways, but they looked fake to me.

I pretend to lose myself on the SkyTrain itself. I've been to every stop on both lines by now, but I always know where I am.

I once tried closing my eyes and plugging my ears to not know what stop I got off at, but I caught a glimpse from the station signs.

Buslines work too, and they're actually better for getting lost, but I don't get the same rush from being on a bus as I do from a SkyTrain.

SkyTrains take you farther, faster, higher. There are more interesting people and things surrounding the stations and the train itself.

I have never been afraid walking alone in Vancouver.

But sometimes I wished I did, to escape the monotone, the bland, the dreary.

And then in fear, maybe I'll find the dreamer's hideaway.