(Presque) Haute Couture

I interrupt the current chaotic situation to bring you....
...HAUTE COUTURE! This just so happens to be surprise #1 out of #2
Technically, I'm not sure if this counts as couture or not, but I got a new sweater. It involves the Frenchy want-to-be's future clothing line affectionately titled "AG à la mode Couture". She's not sure if she can make one exactly like this again; she was just hit with inspiration and now she forgets how she made it...
Here are some fun photos! I felt kind-of like a model during this photoshoot. About fifty pictures were taken, but you'll only get to see a few. (Keep in mind that I am not the modeling type AT ALL. Being photographed isn't my favorite thing...)

Let me know what you think.
~Sabine

L'évasion!

Ce n'est pas la surprise; ne pensez pas cela! C'est horrible....c'est bizarre...c'est méchante!
This isn't the surprise; don't think that! It's horrible....it's weird....it's evil!
This is the state I was in before Ava (who is normally evil) rescued me:

Pas chouette...not great. I already knew that the humans were painting the basement, but I didn't expect to be put in a box! I am so weak; I couldn't even lift the lid!

Then came Super Ava. She used her super American force to get out, of course. I heard her screaming profanity, but that's Ava for you...

 

I feel honored; I was the first person that Ava saved! It could have been because I was the first person she saw, though, but I am going to choose to think she was being respectful to the French. I was in such a state of shock (Is this the real Ava?) that I couldn't move! She screamed, "GET OUT, SABINE! I SAVED YOUR POOR LITTLE FRENCH REAR! NOW DO ME A FAVOR AND SCRAM!"

"Merci, Ava!" I thanked her for saving me, but she didn't look too pleased. "It's like a repeat of World War II! You are taking advantage of an American! I told you once- GET OUT, SABINE!" Woah, Ava...no need to be rude. You did me a favor; I thanked you. I fail to see how I was "taking advantage of you"...silly Americans and their French stereotypes!

Once we were on solid ground, Ava began to talk to me. It was a civilized conversation, actually. She didn't bash the French, she didn't swear, and she didn't say anything rude. We questioned what had happened and both decided that we were confused as to what was going on. Really...I never imagined for something like this to happen; I just hoped everybody else was safe.

Well...she did make a confession. "Sabine, I have been keeping this inside of me for almost two years and I need to let it out; 'Sabine' is a really weird name." Funny for me to think she was going to remain civil...

"CAN SOMEBODY, LIKE, HELP ME?!?!?" We heard a startling scream in a familiar Valley Girl voice. Who was screaming? Was it Mia or Alyson?

Super Ava decided to climb and save the person because Valley Girl accents seriously annoy her more than French accents. (One day, I'm going to gather up all my courage and let her know how obnoxious her loud, Southern accent is to me...until then, I'll let her bash accents.) Another thing that confuses me is her climbing abilities; I knew Liz could climb like that, but Ava climbing? Nah...couldn't see it. Ava's skills (à mon avis- in my opinion) are sitting on her butt either a) racing go-karts or b) playing video games.

It was Alyson. Alyson ran down and gave Ava a huge hug. Ava, however, was opposed to this hug but didn't feel like pushing the heiress to the ground. Alyson went rambling on and on about how she is planning on suing PPBS and how she is going to immediately book a flight back to L.A. (Can I come, too?) on her private jet. She also complimented Ava's shirt but insisted that jean capris are ugly. She didn't even thank Ava! She is just completely selfish and is always thinking of herself and what money can do for her. At a time like this, I can't even think about purchasing Miley Cyrus's CD!

"Does my hair look nice? I'm worried that it looks horrible! OMG, I like hate bad hair days!" She whined. How typical Alyson...

We made our way out of the torture area and back into the main room. What is happening? We froze in our tracks; where was our stuff? What was going on? How come we weren't informed of anything?

This is when we made a life-altering decision- we were going to have to escape if we wanted to live. Ava wanted to return to get Liz while Alyson and I wanted to save Ashley and Lilly. However, Ava decided it would be best to escape in threes. She said she'd text Liz and inform her of the plan.

But where, oh where, are going to escape to?

I'll keep everybody updated on the situation. I know as little as you do about what is going on.

-Sabine

I've been to London, been to Paris...

Oui, c'est vrai- je suis allée à Londres et à Paris, mais le titre est des parlons d'une nouvelle chanson de Miley Cyrus! Tout le monde sait que j'adore la musique de Miley. Je suis très heureuse parce que son nouveau CD était libéré aujourd'hui! La chanson en mon titre? Permanent December.
Yes, it's true- I have been to London and Paris, but the title is lyrics from a new Miley Cyrus song! Everybody knows that I love Miley's music. I am very happy because her new CD was released today! The song in the title? Permanent December.
I have yet to purchase the actual CD, but I did download all of the songs. The sound is a little different than her previous CDs, but I don't care; it's still great. My favorite song would have to be "My Heart Beats for Love".
I am completely thrilled; I have been singing her songs all day! 
So when you have time, please take that time to listen to it.

Ava has been tormenting me all day; she thinks I'm being obnoxious about the CD. I'm not going to force her to like Miley Cyrus, but I do want her to have some respect for me. Anyway, I'm sure she has been super excited before.

Speaking of excited, I have a surprise coming for me relatively soon...any guesses?

~Sabine

"S" est pour Sabine!

Salut! Mon été va bien! Et tu? 
Je suis maintenant très paresseuse...comme une américaine! Aidez-moi, quelqu'un! 
Vraiment, je me suis amusée. La chaleur est vraiment grande. (Le temps d'été ici est bien mieux que le temps d'été à Lille.) J'aime promener avec mes amies et j'ai fait cela journalier. J'ai aller encore nager, mais je ne l'aime pas que beaucoup.My summer is going great! How's yours?
I am now very lazy...like an American! Help me, someone!
Really, I am having fun. The heat is really great; the summer weather here is much better than the summer weather in Lille. I love walking with my friends and I do that every day. I have yet to go swimming, but I don't like that very much...
Well, with American summers comes silly American summer trends. This trend? Silly Bandz.

Personally, I think they are really stupid. They aren't fashionable AT ALL. I mean, what's so cool about wearing a shaped piece of plastic on your wrist? Nothing. My friends back in France have NEVER heard of these before. That is, until I told them and directed them to the "official Silly Bandz website".
Well, I outside the other night and I decided to have some fun with the letter bands:

I couldn't find a "C", but a "U" works just as well.
Ava, of course, had her own fun. Her word sums up her feelings about all things French:

 

What? Did you actually expect for Ava to write something endearing? 

This is just the beginning of summer; hopefully, I'll do something more exciting. I plan on going camping with a few of the girls. That could be fun, or that could be seriously dangerous. I'm leaning towards "dangerous" because that's how everything with the Americans seems to be...

Haha, I guess they like to live on the edge!

~Sabine

Le dernier jour!!!

Je suis libre. Le dernier jour de l'école était hier!
I am free. The last day of school was yesterday!
It's not that I don't like school; don't get me wrong. This year has been rough. Chrissa has basically been in every single class of mine, except for Spanish. Crois-moi, you can only handle so much Chrissa at one time.
And Ava...mon dieu...

During Spanish class, we had some competency quiz. I thought it was pretty hard. You were supposed to know all your Spanish verb tenses, which I did, but I forgot the endings; I was thinking in French.

Anyway, Ava and Liz thought it would be so funny to pull a last day prank on me, so they sat behind me and plotted for awhile...

Yeah. They look so innocent, oui? Vous avez tort.
They decided to put (er...pour) hand sanitizer on my seat! First of all, hand sanitizer is such an American thing. I think Americans use it because are germophobes, or at least that's the impression I get. Chrissa uses it after she touches something. I don't remember having that stuff in France; maybe I'm wrong? Ha. Funny...moi? Wrong? We aren't perfect...

It was REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY COLD!!!!!! It was so startling that I fell off my seat.
Merci, Ava, for a memorable last day...

~Sabine

La Musique!

As part of a questionnaire I'm filling out:

17: If you woke up and discovered that you had turned into Miley Cyrus for the day, what would you do?
MON DIEU QU’EST-CE QUE TU PENSES QUE JE FERAIS?

J'adore Miley Cyrus! Je sais, je sais...très américaine!
Je suis devenue connaître avec Miley quand j'avais huit ans. J'ai vu son émission et je l'adorais! Après ça, j'ai commencé à écouter à ses chansons. Je ne les comprenais pas, mais elles m'aidaient à apprendre anglais.

I became familiar with Miley when I was eight years old. I saw her show and I loved it. After that, I began to listen to her songs. I didn't understand them, but they helped me learn English!

The Americans obviously don't like Miley, but whatever. Let them.

The main reason for my obsession with Miley songs stems from the fact that I can relate some songs to my life. For example, "I Hope You Find It" reminds me of coming here and although my friends didn't want me to, they wished me the best. "Butterfly Fly Away" almost has the same meaning. I needed to leave, explore the world, and pursue my dreams. I tend to favor her slower, more acoustic-sounding songs, but her pop songs are cool, too. They remind me of the French pop I listen to.

Aside from Miley, I love French pop. I'm obsessed with Alizee, Yelle, and Marie-Mai. Even if you don't know French, you can still enjoy their songs; they are fun and upbeat. You can listen to some of my favorite songs on the iPod on my blog.

I felt compelled to do this post on my favorite songs. Music is such an inspiration to me. Whenever I feel sad, I listen to my iPod and my world seems at peace.

Please. Let me know what your overall opinion of music is and tell me what kind of music you like.

~Sabine

Le favoritisme.

Le favoritisme- je déteste ce mot! Personne ne comprend que c'est injuste!
Favoritism- I hate that word! Nobody understands that it's unfair!
To say the least, I am a victim of a game of favoritism...

 The favorite is Jess McConnell. All of the teachers love her...so do all the other girls. She is sweet to them, which I believe is a guise, but she treats me like complete and absolute crap. She is very, very smart and very open-minded. She loves traveling and school. Sounds like someone? Right...moi! (Jess and I aren't being challenged at school, which is the price we pay for lousy American education.) Anyway, those were her positive traits; she is also a suck-up, bragger, and huge know-it-all. Considering the fact that I was educated in France until late December 2008, I probably am smarter and do know more than her, but I would never ever EVER brag. Bragging is annoying, plus, nobody wants to hear it.
I will give her credit; she probably has visited more countries than me.

The drama started today, when Jess was elected (actually, chosen, as in the teacher chose people) as FRENCH CLUB PRESIDENT of the newly formed French Club. (MON DIEU! JE SAIS!) I'M NOT EVEN VICE PRESIDENT OR ANYTHING! You would think that le prof would want an ACTUAL FRENCH PERSON *waves* as French Club president, but I guess it doesn't work that way in America. For starters, Jess can't speak French with much competency. She gets the "r" sound all wrong and she says etra instead of  être! Oh, how frustrating and offensive. She hates when I get all flustered with the "th" or "h" sound so she corrects me, but apparently, I'm not allowed to correct her French! Since she is like Miss World Traveler or something, she should appreciate my help instead of loathe it!
Anyway, I couldn't hold back my tears so I ran down the stairs...

...and Jess chased after me! She started screaming all this nonsense in very rapid English that I could not pick up. I did, however, understand this: "You're just jealous!"
I immediately turned around.

Jealous. No, ma chérie. I dislike being called jealous when I am anything but jealous. I'm tired. Tired of being ignored and treated like this! I'm just as good as Jess!

She then came down and confronted me. "Sabine, I'm sorry you didn't get your way, but life is not like Burger King." Wow. Making an allusion to an American fast-food favorite. I must admit, that was a good line. High five, Jess! 

I immediately walked away and turned to Lilly so I could vent. What are best friends for, right? However, Lilly made it seem like I was the bad girl here; she was sticking up for Jess. She told me that by talking to her about Jess, I was being a backstabber. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think to be a "backstabber" you have to be friends with the person first...and I'm definitely not friends with Jess.

"Why don't you try again next year? It's ridiculous to waste your time worrying and obsessing over Jess! Come on, Sabine. You've done so many things that she hasn't. For example, you got a scholarship to come here. Yeah, Jess probably did, too, but you're not from America. Think of it like this: a school in Japan never requested Jess to go there."

Oui, Lilly IS friends with Jess, but still...she's my best friend and she should be comforting me. I'm not obsessing over Jess and I'm most certainly not jealous of her; I'm upset. Have you ever been in this situation? Have you ever felt like you weren't good enough? Has anyone shown favoritism against you before?
I'll keep everyone updated on the situation...
~Sabine

P.S. Check out the pages I added to my blog. They're fun and definitely more happy than this post.

Blogs to check out...

Salut!
This is somewhat of an advertisement, not a post.
Four of the girls at my boarding school got blogs. Actually, Marisol has had one for three years; she just has rarely posted in it. She hopes to start again soon. Nicki and Vicki's story is similar to that of Marisol's; they had blog, but they rarely posted. (More detailed explanation on their blog...)
Malorie decided to get a blog after seeing how much fun I had with mine.
The links are as follows:
Marisol's Blog
Nicki and Vicki's Blog
Malorie's Blog
Have fun checking them out...and remember, they probably won't update as frequently as I do.

~Sabine

P.S. I got a new background. What do you think?

Dans une boite...

AIDEZ-MOI. I am in a box and scared.
I have no idea what is going on...I think the humans are repainting the basement or something...I just want to get out!
-Sabine

La fête...

Bonjour, mes amis! L'hier soir, je suis allée à la fête des Edwardses. C'était typique Edwards! Il y avait la musique américaine terrible dont je déteste. Chrisssa y était et Marisol pense qu'elle se regardait française aussi!
Mon dieu, mon dieu, mon dieu...
Last night, I went to the Edwards girls' party. It was so typical Edwards; there was terrible American music of which I hate. Chrissa was there and Marisol thought that she actually looked French!

Je ne voulais pas aller, mais Lilly m'a dit que la fête serait amusante. Et pourquoi pas? Je ne faisait pas quelque chose! I didn't really want to go, but Lilly told me that it would be fun. And why not? It wasn't like I was doing anything better.

Avant nous sommes parties, Nicki et Vicki sont entrées ma chambre! Elles ont crié que Lilly et moi, nous devrions bouger. Je ne connais pas ce que elles voulaient mais... Before we left, Nicki and Vicki entered my room! They screamed that we should move. I didn't know what they wanted but...

C'était une galère! It was a mess!

Kailey was waiting at the entrance to the party; I assumed that Alyson hired her or something. Yeah, and she just haaaad to let us know that we weren't invited. We already knew that; we didn't need a personal reminder, merci beaucoup.

Remembering how Nellie got kicked out of the party, I turned to Lilly and told her of my plan: I was going to lie to Kailey and say that I saw Nellie trying to enter through the garage. 

Kailey believed me, so when she took off to scream at Nellie, Lilly and I dashed into the party room.

I saw that Nicki and Vicki stole the scooter; it was knocked over, though. I wonder what they did with it. But knowing them, I probably don't want to know. Some things are just better left as a mystery.

"HI, SABS!" Chrissa. Grr. She is so obnoxious. Plus, she obviously hasn't gotten the hint that I don't want to be her friend nor do I want to talk to her. After she screamed and nearly punctured my eardrum, she told me that Marisol thinks she looks French.

Marisol did not look French. I can't stand how Americans think that boots, berets, and short skirts make them look French, because it seriously doesn't. Regardez-moi. I don't dress like that. Neither do the other French people I've seen.

Remember how Ashley chased Lilly and me out of her room? Well, she confronted us about it. She didn't catch our faces, but she saw long red hair and short hair. Fortunately, I was able to lie and say that Chrissa and Sandrine were the boa-knappers. Ashley seemed relieved, as was I, and said that she would talk to them.

What happens next, mes amis, is a mystery...

~Sabine

Pink Dress With The Tights Underneath...

So most of you guys are curious about my Spanish class…ugh…don’t be….it really isn’t very funny, no matter how entertaining I make it sound.
    First of all, Nellie is seriously dysfunctional or something. She’s always two minutes late for class because she has “things” to do in the bathroom, merci to Chrissa…or I should say gracias to Chrissa…
    Anyway, like me, Chrissa finds it repulsive (yay…I used a favorite word of les americaines!) to pick your nose in school, so she suggested that Nellie do that in the bathroom. Well, that is why Nellie is LATE.
    It IS a good thing because she doesn’t pick her nose around me; it’s a bad thing because I have to hear her get yelled it…ugh! OK…why would you want to pick your nose anyway? Yuck.
    Anyway, when she entered class today, she was wearing the most god-awful outfit ever- a dark pink (what she calls a)“hooded apparatus” (a.k.a une robε -a dress) with the hood over her head. She wore light pink tights underneath the dress. To top it off, she wore purple sunglasses and a huge red bow. It didn’t match at all; those silly Americans! Yeah. To put it to you one way, it was not fresh from the runway.

The funny thing was, the dress was really short, and Ava definitely took notice of that. When Nellie walked in the room, Ava shouted “TIGHTS ARE NOT PANTS!” I lost it and died laughing; Liz did, too. Being French and knowing proper style and everything, I know it’s really trashy to wear tights as pants…if your top doesn’t cover your behind (Nellie’s did….but barely).
    During class, Christelle was practically pleading to borrow a Sharpie from someone. I had no idea why she needed one so badly, but she did. I hoped she wasn’t planning on giving herself a Sharpie tattoo; those things scream lame. I did that when I was eleven…grow up thirteen-year-olds who still do that!
I then overheard a conversation between Ava and Liz; they had a “plan”, which translates as “we are up to no good”. Christelle asked for a Sharpie once more, and Liz gave her a dead-serious look and said, “Um…what are you talking about? Don’t you know, silly Frenchy, Sharpies are illegal in the eastern United States because of students abusing them. The nearest place you can get one is northern Pennsylvania!”
    “Oh! That is so dumb! You stupid Americans! Ugh! This is why France is better! American laws do not make sense!”
    I hit my head with my Spanish book. How flipping stupid. SHE ACTUALLY BELIEVED THEM! I really thought she was smart, since she’s French like me, but now, I really am starting to question her IQ. Why would anyone believe those Americans? Mon dieu! I told her they were playing a cruel joke on her, but she didn’t believe me! What’s worse is that Ava, Hayley, and Liz went to the other side of the classroom to ask Marisol and Mia if Sharpies were illegal. I guess they got in on it, too, because they came over and told Christelle they were totally anything but legal!
    Marisol and Mia are the types of girls that I refer to as mainstream Americans. They listen to all the popular songs on the radio, wear name brand clothing (NOT haute couture), take Spanish, and totally fangirl (Ava taught me that word- it means to obsess and scream about something you love, or type in all capitals) over Justin Bieber and whatever other celebrity is supposed to be “hot”. Speaking of Mia, I love her hair. My hair is red, too, but not pretty…like hers. I’ll trade her hair. The two Josefinas in my class are also mainstream girls, but they wear vintage or old time clothing. (Thank goodness they can be original when it comes to fashion.)
    Come to think of it, the Josefina with short hair (that I graciously cut) is just a tiny bit on Nellie's level; she doesn’t even know my name! She calls me Sybille! She was my partner for a Spanish project, and here’s how the discussion went:
    Josie: “Hey, Sybille! What’s up?”
    Moi: “It’s SABINE.”
    Josie: “Oh, sorry, Sybille!”
    Really. It never ends. I think she’s always going to call me Sybille…if she does decide to call me by real name, I’ll inform everyone. I doubt it will happen, though. Anyway, how an you confuse the names Sabine and Sybille? It’s…like…impossible.
    Oui, that is my Spanish class for you. That’s the kind of intelligence I have to deal with. Or lack of intelligence. Tu choissis; you choose.
    P.S. Je m’appelle Sabine! Or, if Josie is reading…Me llamo Sabine. (SEE, JOSIE?!?!? I DID WORK ON THAT SPANISH ASSIGNMENT. You can't say I didn't.)

~Sabine
   

A special preview...

For those who avidly check the official OLN Girls website for updates, you may know that it has been under construction for quite some time. The site should be finished and ready to go around mid-June.Well, readers, I am sharing a special sneak peek at what the new layout will be like. CLICK HERE to check it out a sample page. Also, please post a comment on my blog and let us know what you think. Nellie, the techie, needs feedback. I think it looks really awesome, though!

On a negative note, I wasn't invited to the party. :( I'm not too sad, as I figured I wouldn't be invited. BUT GET THIS. Lilly was invited! YES! LILLY! Lilly who Alyson despises...THAT Lilly! Of course, being the great friend that she is, she decided that she wasn't going to go. Instead, I am going to introduce her to the magical world of French films; we are going to watch La Môme, which stars Marion Cottilard...one of my favorite actresses!

~Sabine

Joyeuses Pâques!

Salut, tout le monde! Ma semaine était chouette. J'ai visité ma famille et mes amis français pour les vacances de printemps. Je m'amusais. J'allais dire "joyeuses pâques", mais mon internent agissait étrange.
Hello, everyone! My week was great! I visited my family and French friends for spring vacation. I had a fanatastic time; it was great to see everyone I missed. I wanted to say "Happy Easter" to everyone, but my internet was acting funny.
Anyway, today, we heard word of the Edwards heiresses' famed week-after Easter party. Invitations will be sent out tomorrow; maybe I actually have a chance of getting one this year!
Lilly has been wanting to improve her French, so I decided that I'd help her out. I suggested that we listen to some French pop music, you know, to help her get the flow of the language. I chose my favorite song, "Fifty Sixty" by Alizée. We got a little into the music and created our own dance routine.

Just as we finished, Sandrine walked in. She really wants to be a mainstream American thirteen-year-old, so she was a little offended by how I was listening to French pop. Anyway, since she is on Alyson's dance team, she was forced...er...bullied into decorating for the party. Lilly suggested that we helped, which was the best idea. D'accord, J'avais tort...borrowing decorations from the heiresses' rooms was the best idea. You see, Sandrine was making decorations, so we didn't want to copy her. That's when Lilly came up with the brilliant plan to take stuff from the rooms.

I took some beads, while she decided on taking a chair and two real ostrich feather boas, or at least the Edwardses say they are real ostrich feather boas. To me, they look like Dollar Store material. I decided that we should celebrate by singing some "Fifty Sixty".

"Rêve de gloire et de fortune,
Chic en Chanel, amour et toujours glamour,
Aux expos tu poses et t'exposes,
À 400ASA tu oses toutes les poses..."

We sang as we posed with the boas.

We became so engrossed in song and dance that we had no idea Ashley came up until she screamed her lungs out at us.

She screamed some more and that really freaked us out, so we shrieked as she chased us out of our room. She said a few things I couldn't quite understand; that was probably because I do not understand it when Americans yell and speaking really fast at the same time. Very puzzling...if English is your second language, you should know what I mean. Anyway, I'm actually kind of scared she's going to have someone (*cough cough* Kailey and Kaya) beat me up...

So...that was my day! I'll let you know if I get invited or not. For now, a tout a l'heure!

-Sabine

L'EPS Avec Chrissa- Un

Tout le monde, je déteste l’EPS! C’est très barbant. Vous ne comprennez pas! En France, l’EPS était mieux. Ici, les Américaines aiment beaucoup les abdominaux! Moi, je ne peux pas faire les abdominaux! Ils sont trop difficiles! Je veux pleurer!
Everyone, I hate gym class! It’s sooooooo boring. You do not understand! In France, PE was better! The Americans LOVE push-ups a lot! Me, well…I can’t do push-ups! They are too hard! I want to cry!
I’m really weak, just in case you were wondering. I have no upper body strength and according to Chrissa, I look like a Twizzler (because I'm skinny and I have red hair...)! Yeah, so we have push-up tests soon…if I fail, I get a B in gym class! Mon dieu, that can’t happen! I’ve only gotten straight A’s in America and I got all 18s in France…once, I even got a 19! I am a perfect student who is just super athletically challenged. I love fitness and I think it is super important-don’t get me wrong-but I work out by walking or riding my bike. So therefore, I do not need gym class.
OK SO GET THIS- all of the obnoxious people are in there. I’m talking Ava, Liz, Hayley, Kailey, Kirsten, Alyson, Alyssa, and CHRISSA. Chrissa, I swear, is dysfunctional. She is so exasperating…for example, she came into class dancing while she was singing “TiK ToK” by that Ke$ha person. (Really, I will never understand American music…except for Miley Cyrus!)

Chrissa then wanted to tell me a “secret”. This “secret” was merely nothing more than a “I am a dancer, so I can do perfect push-ups!” I don’t really care because push-ups don’t prove anything and I’m not sure if this is true in the US, but push-ups don’t get you to college…le bac does.

Ugh…another very eventful day in the life of Sabine Bouchard…I really would like for “Chri$$a” to calm down

~Sabine

I Hope You Find It...

I hope you find it
What you're looking for
I hope it's everything
You dreamed your life could be
And so much more...
-"I Hope You Find It" par Miley Cyrus

Oui, je suis hantée. C'est une très bonne chanson et je pense que elle se rapporte à ma vie.
Yes, I am obsessed. It's a VERY GOOD song and I think it relates to my life.
I'm actually considering singing it for the school talent show, which is coming up soon. I'm not sure if I should, though. It's between "I Hope You Find It", "When I Look At You" (both Miley Cyrus), or "Fifty Sixty" by Alizée. Alors, qu'est-ce que tu penses?

There is yet another party coming up this weekend...ugh...I'm so NOT excited. Pourquoi? I wasn't invited. :( It's some exclusive Edwards party, so I guess you have to meet their standards to be invited. The sad thing is, the girls who weren't invited are having a sleepover. A sleepover with Samantha, Josefina, Josefina, Kit, Molly, Addy, and Jess...fun. Just how I wanted to spend Friday night. Lilly and I are planning on sneaking in; there is no way that we want to be tortured by having a sleepover with that bunch....That is a recipe for a migraine...and I don't even get those; Sandrine (who is invited to that party) does!

I hate to say this, but this will probably be the party of the century and I've never really been formally invited to an American party before!

Here are some questions readers have asked me:
Q: What is your full name? Who's your bestest friend ever? -Mia from Montana
A: My full name is Sabine Amélie Bouchard. My bestest friend EVER would have to be Aurielle…she’s a friend back in Lille. I’m trying to talk her into coming to OLN.

Q: What is the number of girls at OLN that really (and I mean REALLY) annoy you? -Michaela from Pennsylvania
A: Mon dieu…too many to count…let’s see…Ava, Nellie K., Hayley, Liz, Nicki-Vicki, CHRISSA, Jess, my twin Sandrine…c’est neuf filles- that’s 9 girls.

Q: DO YOU LIKE WAFFLES?!? -Nellie Kathleen O’Malley from YOUR BUTT
A: YEAH I LIKE WAFFLES. (Scram, Nellie! Spam someone else’s blog with your mindless questions!)

Great questions! Keep them coming- CLICK HERE.
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~Sabine

La surprise?

Oui, oui...in my previous post, I mentioned I had a surprise, non?
Well...this surprise came a week ago...Caitlin was just too busy to take pictures until today.
La surprise? NOUVEAUX VÊTEMENTS DE LIBERTY JANE! (New clothes from Liberty Jane!)
When I saw these itemes, I HAD to have them. They look like the things I'd wear. If you haven't ordered from LJ let, please make an effort to do so soon.The price may be higher...but it's worth it. Remember, these are hand-made outfits and you ARE paying for amazing quality. I can't say enough positive things! Oh, and to enable help you out, CLICK HERE to visit their website. Merci, Cinnamon, Libby, and the rest of the crew at LJC!
Now for some pictures: (Feel free to admit that Sandrine's hairdo resembles and ice cream cone.)

 

  

  

  

 

Oh...and if couldn't tell by looking at the pictures...Sandrine desperately wants to model for Liberty Jane. ("Well...I can take beautiful ad pictures! Tu es jalouse, Sabine, que tu n'es pas jolie comme moi!")
Yeah...we'll see, Sandrine...
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-Sabine
-Sabine