So ... it looks like I'm meeting Sven in person today.
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So ... it looks like I'm meeting Sven in person today.
I was going to meet Sven last year but ended up getting sick.
He moved JUST before I went back to NYC this year.
I think that's about as close to meeting a MatchCutter as I'll ever get. It makes me sad :sad:
Sven has Scandinavian roots, so I've practically met him as well.
I'm glad someone finally told me that I don't have to be high to look in the sky.
Pure motherfuckin' magic.
I wasn't able to make it all the way through that video, but this Cracked article about it was very funny.
And I guess SNL made a parody video.
EDIT: Whoops. I have one of those headaches that makes you foggily forget how to speak English.
I'm very seriously considering spending a year or so saving up several thousand dollars, and just going down to NYC in hopes of finding some kind of way to get a life going down there.
I'm getting desperate. I don't know how I will ever be able to become an American.
This is glorious:
http://dresdencodak.com/comics/2009-...ce_fiction.jpg
I assume NYC because of Jen? Because there are way, way cheaper places if money is an issue.
If you want a visa, you could try going to school here. That would give you a few years.
Yes but the attitude seems to be doubly so when it comes to Canadians. America thinks we're perfectly well off in Canada, so there's no reason why we should have to move there.
Which is true to a point. I understand the logic.
It just makes life especially hard for people in my situation.
Jen and I have been together for nearly 5 years now, and we're no closer to actually being together.
You're right, most of the recent immigrants I know are refugees.
Pudie (from Icine) recently fled the other direction, moving to Canada to be with his girlfriend.
My dad came to America to be with my mom, but he has never shown any interest in becoming a citizen. He's been here 35 years, he has had two wives and five kids, mais il veut mourir un Français.
In college I lived a couple blocks away from a gas station with a surprisingly well-stocked convenience store attached. They also made ice cream, or something, so they had a drive-through.
It didn't take us long to figure out they would sell us absolutely anything through the drive-through that they carried. Fountain drinks, magazines, candy, AA batteries, decks of cards, Advil... they would run and get it and hand it to us.
Ten years later, I still think about how awesome that was.
How has your father never been tracked down and forced to leave?
I imagine that if I were to try to live in NYC illegally, it wouldn't be long before there was a knock at Jen's door, and I was forced to go back to Canada. And I imagine I'd never be allowed to return.
*scratches the US off the list of possible future destinations, which it was never on in the first place*