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• 1983-08-05
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• Vancouver, BC
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• 2003-08-02
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• Writer; Part-Time Hero
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• James
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• Visiting eight different myO friends in person thus far
Anime Fan Since
• Winter 2001
Favorite Anime
• Neon Genesis Evangelion, .hack//SIGN, Naruto, Bleach, Beck, Peacemaker Kurogane, Ranma 1/2 (the guilty pleasure)
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• Visit the myO friends I've missed thus far; complete a cosplay from 300
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• Writing, Gaming, Kung Fu, Movies, Acting somewhat strange in general
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• Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory
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Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Interstate = Win
I must say I'm quite happy with how my first solo cross-border road trip went. No dumb incidents on the road, at the border, and with minimal instances of getting lost. T'was a good drive, from Vancouver to Bellevue . . .
Alright, so I'm up and out the door at about 8am on Sunday. Brother's around watching tv as I leave, he tells me "don't die." Then a drive through Surrey (dirty southern side of Greater Vancouver), hit Tim Horton's for coffee and a bagel . . . and found no line-up at the border, so I was very happy.
Alright, now here's where we talk about amusing border guards and their questions. They grill you about everything as you go through. They make you feel uncomfortable about it; they're trained to make you feel uncomfortable about it. Ultimately, though, it's just procedure and they won't block you unless they really have a good reason to. Still, before they let you through, they'll grill you . . . and believe me, they'll think of questions you'll NEVER expect them to ask. You can prepare as much as possible about things like where you're from, where you're going, for how long . . . but they'll still think of somethin' . . .
"Where do you live?" he asks as I give him my passport.
"New West'."
"Where you going?"
"Bellevue."
"What's the purpose of your trip?"
"To visit a friend."
"Why do you have a friend in Bellevue?"
( . . . the hell?!)
". . . he works down there."
"So he's Canadian?"
"Yes."
"How long are you staying?"
"One day."
"What do you do?"
"I work at the Real Canadian Superstore."
"What do you do there?"
"I'm a clerk."
"Whose car is this?"
"It's my mother's."
"Your mother's," he mutters as he walks around, looking into the back . . . "you bringing any alcohol, tobacco or medication with you?"
"No."
"Okay, have a safe trip."
"Thank you."
Good times. And then the I-5 was more good times. Very fast, I enjoyed that. I-405? Also pretty nice.
So what did I do all Sunday? Met up with "Faramir" at his place, got lost driving to some big mall in Lynnwood waiting for Sakura to arrive with her friend. Went to Suncoast, ate at Taco Time, felt sick after eating at Taco Time . . .
Sakura/Heather arrived, we walked around a bit more, went to see "The Messengers" (mediocre movie, plays on jump moments constantly), had a milkshake, stupid . . . it was fun. And yeah, it's still plenty of fun to meet myOers.
Then Chicago lost the Superbowl. That sucked.
After dinner and we all split up, "Faramir" and I spent the rest of the evening playing Guild Wars and reading GTO manga (it ends nicely). Yeah, I was tired that night . . . people were not meant to wake up so early on Sundays . . .
Next morning, found "Faramir" playing Guild Wars and skipping out on work. Nice. I left his place at about 9:30am, drove back to Canada through the fog . . . bought a Red Bull along the way (that stuff tastes like hell, might I add) . . . and I got to the border at about 11:30am. There was a line-up this time, and I also picked the slower queue of the two. Heh, I need Nexus . . . so who wants to know the fun things they asked me about for getting back home?
"Where do you live?"
"New Westminster."
"How long were you out of the country?"
"One day."
"And what was the purpose of this trip?"
"To visit a friend."
"Who's your friend?"
(. . . . What the hell?!?!?!!)
". . . his name is [blabla]."
"Where does he live?"
"Bellevue."
"How do you know him?"
"We went to school together."
"What school?"
"New Westminster Secondary."
"Did he give you anything to bring back?" (You guys'll love this part . . .)
"Yeah, a computer game."
"About how much would you say that's worth?"
"Uh . . . about fifty bucks."
"What game is it?"
(What . . . the hell?!?!)
"Neverwinter Nights 2."
"You bring any alcohol, tobacco or drugs?"
"No."
"Any weapons or firearms?"
"No."
"US Currency, ten thousand or more?"
"No." (I freakin' wish . . . maybe . . . probably not . . .)
"Alright, have a good one."
"Thank you."
Got home at about 12:30pm. Good times.
I need to go on another road trip soon. That was fun . . . who's comin' this time?
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