The Land of Anti-Normalness: About Eric
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I always look weird in pictures.
That's why I'm trying to get more pictures of Norman than of me.

My Story

I, Eric Lee am now 16 year old polite*, intelligent*, and creative*, person who was born on November 9, 1981 in the (really, really) remote town of Flin Flon, in Manitoba. Moving out to the Pacific Coast when I was only months old, I've been living in the same house for the last 13 years. Prior to that, we lived in a house in Vancouver for only 10 months. Growing up in this house was fairly unusual. At three years old, I (apparently) ran around the house without any pants on while my grandparents tried to catch me. At the age of four, I rolled down the length of the stairs while trying to zip up my jacket before going to 'Child's World Preschool' in South Arm Park. At the age of six, the garage door fell on my head. Around the same time I bit and yelled at my dentist when he tried to put in my first filling. While very sick one morning in Vancouver, I managed to barf all over a librarian's desk downtown when I was eight. At nine years of age, I sat on a bee. My life has been... interesting, to say the least.

* indicates a probable lie

I have not accomplished much in my life, but that's okay. I went to Chinese school for about 6 years, and failed it miserably. I haven't been to DisneyLand. Ever. I can't throw a ball very well. I suck at sports. I don't play music (except for the all-time favorite-the recorder). I haven't been on any of the RollerCoasters at PlayLand. Or the Rainbow. Or anything else like that. I guess it's because I watch too much 20/20 and other newsmagazines featuring roller coasters flying off the tracks, supports collapsing, bodies flailing through the air... "Well, now you know, and knowing is half the battle. G.I. Joe." Anyway, it's interesting to see that whenever I go over to my friends' houses, practically all of them have a chunk of the wall devoted solely to awards, medals, and certificates from sports, music, or whatever. I see it, and say, "Wow. I don't have one of those." I stop and think about it, then look at my stomach and say, "Man. I'm hungry." Not that I'm complaining that I wish I had one of those displays. If I was really that bothered by it, I'd get off my butt and do something about it. For now, I think I'll just leave it.

So what good is a kid who doesn't have any awards, can't play sports or music, and won't go on any amusement park rides? I dunno. I still have to think about that. In the meantime, about the only good thing I am (remotely) good for is website authoring. Even that skill is fairly limited. Oh well.

So what do I intend to do when I get older? Well, if you spent five minutes talking to me, you'd probably think I was going to get in IT (Computer Sciences). Well, guess again. There was a time about two years ago when Computers and Computing were 92% of my life (Okay, now it's safe to assume I'm a loser). However, today I have decided to put my sights into Broadcast Journalism, because the news is (and has always been) very interesting to me. Of course, then there's one person I know who wants to get into... meteorology. The sad thing is, even he plays sports. Oh well, who cares. That's my (brief, yet pointless) story.