how increadibly geeky do i have to be...

... to be so excited over something like this? if you can't read it... it says "canadian in the united states (or bermuda)"... why does that make me squeal? i dunno, there's just something special about when a larger place acknowledges us because we're so fucking small.

apparently, you could fit our entire population into an american baseball stadium.

interesting? i thought you'd like that little bit of useless information.

i am currently taking another stab at applying for my canadian passport again. since i am a nervous traveller, i believe my sweaty palms (keep it clean ladies and gents, keep it clean) rubbed the faux gold leaf off the front... you know... the insignia and stuff? yea.

i've been trying for like two years to get another one but i always get the information, fill it out not once, not twice but three times (because i'm anal and it has to be *perfect* or else i am.not.happy) and then i put it aside and lose it. so i went to the canadian counsulate just to find out they aren't there... where are they? i don't know! no where? makes sense! call new york.

but i got the forms online and yay! if i make one little mistake i can just reprint the page and bam! pristine... so... 30 minutes and five sheets later, my application is on it's way to being complete. now i just have to find one more person who isn't a relative or a garantor to sign it, a garantor that's known me for more than two years and has to meet the strict governmental deadlines saying that yes. i am trustworthy. a politician? ha! they'd throw my appy out before i could say bob's your uncle. so the dentist who has man handled my mouth for the last o, i don't know... five? years can sign it for me... yay!

canadia, here i come!