well first of all, in my other blog entry I told you that I went to Canada. I left out something important that I wanted you to know.

OK so as I was on my way into Canada, I had to stop at the border of course. I mean, everyone does. I felt victory as I waited in the long line of cars… it was nice to know that after 6 hours of driving through all the nothingness in upstate New York I was actually almost there. I’d never driven anywhere that far by myself.

So I saw the cars in front of me go up to the booth, stop for a few minutes, and then keep going. I was like… cool I’m not a terrorist um… I’m white… this should be easy. So I finally get up there, and the lady asks me a few questions. She asked "what do you do?" which I already had a prepared answer for "I interview bands for an online magazine" which actually, wasn’t totally a lie. So then they said OK, then she asked asked what I was doing in Montreal and I said I was going up to visit some friends. She asked why I was by myself and I was like, well I told you, my friends are already in Canada. Then she gave me a suspicious look and told me I had to go into the office for a "random" check. Grrrr!

So I went into the office and I had to wait on this line. The only other people in line were either black or mexican… and then there was this entire baseball team there. That I understood… I mean like, an entire possy of dudes who play sports is definitely suspicious in my opinion. But whatever. This search definitely wasn’t random, it was pretty darned contrived. After waiting on a line for about a half hour I was called into some office… another lady asked me the same questions I was asked before… what I did for a living and why I was going to Montreal and I answered the same questions. Then she asked me where my car was and asked for the keys… and all these inspectors went to my car, took my suitcase out of the trunk and went through everything. Every pocket and every little plastic baggie full of makeup, my shirts were unfolded, my socks were unraveled from one another… my organized suitcase was turned into a big disaster and they didn’t even try to put it all back in order. I was nervous, I thought that with my luck this would be one of those times that some old little plastic baggie with drugs from my bad days would resurface. Fortunately, nothing was found. The whole random inspection was a pretty big waste of everyone’s time.

But yeah. Guess what… on my way home THE SAME THING HAPPENED AGAIN!! I swear. As I was about to drive over the border I was thinking … OK, they can’t possibly "randomly" check me again… I have paid my dues to Canadian immigration services!! Don’t they have me on record as like, not a terrorist by now or something? But no… I was put through this process for a second time and whoop de doo… what do you know. I was found completely innocent. Grrr.

Well the moral of the story is that my new pink hair is totally cute, but it apparently makes me look like a terrorist. It’s terrorist chick!

hehehehe

xoxox

joanna