Ava vs. Christelle

PAS ENCORE!!!!!
D'accord, je crois que c'était tout de la faute de les deux! Quand on mélange ensemble deux gens désagréables, le résultat n'est pas joli! Spécialement pour Ava et Christelle...
NOT AGAIN!!!!
OK, I believe this was both of their faults. Anytime you mix two disagreeable people together, the result isn't pretty! Especially for Ava and Christelle...

À ce jour, tout le monde devrais connaître qu'Ava adore les biscuits. On ne connais pas probablement que la mère de Christelle a une boulangerie. Quand je visite Paris, j'y irai! De toute façon, Christelle a fais des biscuits et parce qu'elle connais Ava et elle connais qu'Ava les aime, Christelle l'en a offert. 
By now, everyone should know that Ava loves cookies. You probably don't know that Christelle's mother runs a bakery. When I visit Pairs, I will have to go there! Anyway, Christelle made cookies and because she knows Ava and knows that Ava loves them, she offered some to her. 

SURPRISE! Guess who replied with a rude comment? "Wait a second...how do I know that there isn't arsenic in it?"

Christelle was, needless to say, outraged. "You stupid American! Why on Earth would you even think or ask that?"

To prove Ava wrong, Christelle took a bite of the cookie.

Defensive Ava had to make a scene again. "Listen, Frenchy, I am not a stupid American. If I were a stupid American, I would eat the darn cookie without asking if there was arsenic in it or not!" Christelle argued back, which was totally pointless, considering that you never win with Ava.

I will say, I think I know why they don't get along- they are TOO alike for their own good. For example, they are both very patriotic towards their home countries. They love the cities they are from and they both like to be right. 

On a different note, I think I may have led people to think that Ava hates me or I hate Ava. The truth is, we actually tolerate each other. She's not out to bite my head off (but she is in Sandrine's and Christelle's cases...) and I am not out to bite hers off. She does not really hate the French as much as you would think. In fact, she likes the French more than the British. You see, Liz's mother is from England and judging from the way Liz talks about her own mother, Liz isn't too fond of the British, either. It all started when Liz's mother told Liz that Ava was a "bad influence". I thought that was hilarious, since the worst things Ava does are complain, prank call, and ding-dong-ditch. Admittedly, I like Americans more than the British. There. I admitted it. I hope nobody takes offense, as unlike Ava, I am not out to hurt feelings. Ava is also prone to believe stereotypes. Do I need to tell of the time when she questioned me on hygiene? Mon dieu! I do, however, think Ava is completely obnoxious and rude and am not afraid to admit that.

Unlike Ava, Liz is cool. She's popular- and I'm not talking about American movie stereotypical "popular". I'm talking "everybody likes her" popular. She's so funny and upbeat. She lives to have fun! School does not stress her out and she always laughs at how school makes me worry. Oh Liz, if only you were familiar with the French educational system...it basically scared me....
Her only downfall is that she is addicted to her iPhone. To the point that she uses it to cheat on Spanish quizzes....
D'accord...maybe she has another downfall- her clothes. I am not a fan of crazy colors and patterns.

~Sabine

L'école et Chrissa

First of all, Sandrine got a new blog.
Second of all, Chrissa was having a crisis- she wanted a tent. She kind-of started rolling on the floor and I wasn't sure if she was laughing or crying. She told me she was practicing her hip-hop routine for danceline. Mon dieu! Je pense pas!

I talked to her and told her that she would most definitely not be sharing a tent with me.

"Je comprends!" She replied, in that annoying American accent. I still cannot get over how horrific her French "r" sound sounds....

It's Chrissa we are talking about, so I wasn't sure if she got my point. To emphasize, I pointed to the pink tent. She said it was too bright. I told her to get over it. She agreed that she would. Hopefully. If I'm lucky...

Enough about Sandrine and Chrissa! The first day of school was today! I had a fairly decent day, except for the shocker of the century...
I got to take Algebra I this year because of my grades and intelligence. I walked into that classroom, looked around, and almost fainted. Ashley and Mia were in there. To be honest, I had no idea that they had the grades. Ashley seems so materialistic and self-absorbed while Mia is just totally oblivious to everything but her hair. I questioned Ashley, and I guess my honesty offended her. She thought I was "insulting" her intelligence. I wasn't insulting it; I was just confused as to why she was in a high school credited course. Mia, well, she didn't understand when I asked her...
It turns out that Ashley is a straight-A student. Unlike Alyson.

Today in Spanish class, we had to choose Spanish names and I was stuck being Julieta because the best ones were taken. Confession time- even if there were good names still available by the time the teacher got to me, I probably wouldn't have been able to choose then anyway. I'd much rather stick with my real name, merci beaucoup.
It was funny, though, because the teacher let Liz's name be Queso. I didn't know what that meant until, hey, I realized it was Liz. She told me if she took French, her French name would have been Fromage. We then began to talk about cheese and she said that she wants to have two daughters and name them Colby and Brie, since those are kinds of cheese and real people names at the same time.

This, mes amis, will be a long year...

~Sabine

Salut!!!

Salut!!!
So listen, peasants.
I had a blog before, but I never kept up with it! MON DIEU! TRÈS TRISTE! Basically, you missed me. Just admit it, because you know you did.
I'm also letting you know that I don't translate my French into English, like my sister. Why? Well, if you're reading this, I'm assuming you're of average intelligence and have the ability to use Google properly.
I decided that Sabine and I aren't sisters anymore. Tu me demandes, "quoi, Sandrine?" We never even were sisters to begin with. She has always been such a nerdy little loser. Anyway, I decided that Ophélie Duperron is my REAL sister!!!!
Ophélie and I have so much in common. We love dancing, we love fashion, and we love our hair. We are both redheads who adore the color pink and will wear pink until we die. If you are anti-redheads in pink, get off my blog!

Sabine is well-aware that Mia is my new sister, but she isn't, like, ecstatic or anything like that. She basically was all, "D'accord Sandrine...", which is her way of saying, "Cher dieu...Sandrine est folle!" Forget her. EW! Anyway, I seriously think that Sabine thinks I'm inferior to her. She's always looking down on me and stuff. Plus, she doesn't think I have the ability to do my homework myself. It's more like, why would I do it myself when I have people I can copy it from? PENSEZ.

Another thing I should bring to people's attention is Eleanora Kathleen O'Malley, a.k.a. Peasant Nellie. Now, I don't call everybody a peasant, but she really is!!!!!! She ran away from foster care or something and lived on the streets of FABULOUS New York City until Miss Perfect Samantha Parkington came along. I had to begin Spanish this year, because the school thought it was "unfair" if I took French!!!! THAT MADE ME MAD. Like, it's not unfair that I have an advantage or something! Zut alors! What is this world coming to?! So I'm stuck sitting by Nellie AND Sabine. Ugh! I'd rather be in prison. Oh wait...that's what school is.

Nicki and Vicki are seriously stupid and they think they are the second comings of Louis XIV. Correction- they believe Louis XIV never existed and that they were the Sun Queens or whatever. They need to get a life and realize that they are from Colorado and had nothing to do with the building of Versailles. Anyway, they think their French is great when it's terrible and makes me want to gag myself.

Now if you excuse me, I am going to go tan.

xoxo,
Sandrine

Une erreur!

C'était une erreur! Je sais qu'elle était! 
Si vous ne savez rien dont je parle, je vais expliquez...
It was a mistake! I know it was! If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'll explain...
If you follow my life, you'd know about the escape. The escape has to do with why I haven't been posting daily updates, which I usually do. I'm promising daily updates...I'll probably have a lot to say because of the MISTAKE.
Anyway, I was walking around the strange new place and found where I will be sleeping until the furniture gets moved her.  I was looking for Alyson or Ava, but they were nowhere in sight, which was très étrange because they were to escape with me. Well, one was, at least.

Since blue is my favorite color, I chose the blue tent as mine.

I threw my bag down, grabbed my cell phone, and texted Lilly to let her know I escaped safely. I hope that she escapes soon...I need a friend here. Croyez-moi!

I relaxed some and tried to take a nap, but it was useless. I heard somebody's feet smacking the floor. I peered out of the tent and noticed familiar pink sneakers. Sneakers. Je déteste ceux- I hate those. And to make sneakers even worse, they came in fun colors such as pink! D'accord, forget that they aren't the most attractive of footwear and think...
...I knew the girl to whom those belonged, and this girl approached my tent and started screaming. "SABS!!!!" at the top of her lungs.

This has to be a mistake! She shouldn't have escaped with me...there has to be a simple explanation!

To be continued later...I'm still very overwhelmed by everything!
~Sabine

Hannah Montana Toujours!

Salut!
Sophie, it's now my turn to fangirl! :)
Ce matin, j'ai vu quelque chose grande...
This morning, I saw something great...

Il a lu "Est-ce que tu veux etre dans l'histoire d'Hannah Montana?"

I basically collapsed on the chair. For the low price of $13.98, I could have my picture on a poster, in a music video, and pre-order the CD. Of course I want to be apart of Hannah Montana history! Miley Cyrus is officially the best person ever. (more on that later...)

So...I decided to have a little photoshoot because I HAVE to be on that mosaic!

I don't have her newest CD yet, which makes me feel horribly incomplete, but I'll get it soon! Hopefully, in time to take another photo! Oh...here's a behind-the-scenes shot from this not-too-great shoot. Everything was later digitally brightened on photoshop, because if you're a celebrity (like I will be), all your photos are digitally edited.

The moment you've all been waiting for...why Miley Cyrus is the best person ever!
Have you heard of the movie LOL with Christa Theret and Sophie Marceau? If you're not French, you probably haven't, so I'll tell you about it. It was a great movie released in 2008, which was also great year for Miley's Breakout CD. Anyway, it's about a mother and daughter. The mother, Anne, just got divorced and the daughter, Lola, just broke up with her boyfriend and she's trying to get revenge on him. Later in the movie, the mother and daughter (who start out being distant from each other) bond. Watch the trailer of the French version on youtube. If you stumbled across this blog and happen to be under 13, you've been warned that this film for a more mature-age group.

D'accord...so I've rambled enough about the French version. Did you know that later this year, there will be an American remake of the film? And the best part...? MILEY CYRUS WILL PLAY LOLA!
Seriously. This is going to be better than The Last Song!

-Sabine

Deux défis...

Salut! The human was away for three weeks and I'm not special enough to know the password to her laptop, so my daily posting had to wait. BUT. I did get a new top. I'm wearing it now...more about it on Marisol's blog...post coming tomorrow.
My math teacher thought I needed a challenge (since I'm so advanced due to the French educational system), so she told me to "steal" (a.k.a. borrow without permission) Jess's trigonometry book.
For starters, if Jess saw me with it, she would have killed me. It's her prized possession.

Anyway, I don't see how anyone can like math or do it for fun, especially trig. I'll figure it out...when I get to high school! I'm beginning Algebra I next year, and I learned a few concepts back in France....
Really...I have no idea where to begin with this stuff! (Hyperbola is a dumb word!)

I decided to give up and go downstairs...

...but three familiar faces were coming up. Oui, Chrissa was unfortunately one of those...

They collapsed when they got to the top. I'm sure they weren't tired from the climbing. Elles sont des americaines! They did that for effect.

Ava then dragged us into a room, saying she can't talk about the escape plan in open space. Honestly, I totally forgot about the escape. I've been THAT busy! (Side note- Alyson didn't want to escape without her twin and cousin, so she's waiting. Patiently. Shocker.)

Their plan was to have two people hide in the laptop case, and then one will hide in a large tote.

Chrissa freaked out and started screaming. "WHAT ABOUT MOI?!?!?!? I DON'T WANT TO BE LEFT BEHIND! SABS!!!!"

I told her that we'd work something out. Hopefully, that something WILL be leaving her behind.
Here is a better photo of my shirt. It's from L'Atelier de Sitara. That's where Ava's shorts are from, too. I would definitely recommend buying something; the quality is great!

The plan is going into action on Wednesday...I'll keep everyone updated.
~Sabine

(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