<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:23:15.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson in Verisimilitude</title><subtitle type='html'>A deep, dark, destructive, delightful and delicious look into the depth of my day.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-9017608635493764154</id><published>2008-04-14T22:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:42:13.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>81</title><content type='html'>Oh and APPARENTLY&lt;br /&gt;I've been "skipping to many classes"&lt;br /&gt;(as in the school has actually called my house now)&lt;br /&gt;WELL FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;That made me so mad Lance, you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to boil water with my eyes I was.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, some people really know how to piss a girl right off =(&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried in the car lol, like actually.&lt;br /&gt;Just of madness ( it was either that or a) punching someone in the face or b) hitting&lt;br /&gt;someone in the face with my drill cane [my preferred method of pain])&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, you need to come home, so I can actually be happy lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week is gonna be brutal (I can already tell)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-9017608635493764154?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/9017608635493764154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=9017608635493764154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/9017608635493764154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/9017608635493764154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/81.html' title='81'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8829640034405834886</id><published>2008-04-14T22:16:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:32:15.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>80</title><content type='html'>1. I hate track and field.&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR CRUISE LOOKED LIKE SO MUCH FUN HOLY CRAP! Whevere the places where you went were, they looked sweet haha.  I liked the SEXYSEXYWOMAN sign =)  Haha you are the luckiest guy I know harumph lol.  Somebody you're gonna have to talk me back there =) UNless I just go by myself lol.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Have you heard loveline yet? Go to the freakin' website and listen to it haha. Just type in LOVELINE on google and go to friggin...archives or whatnot lol.  Just, cause there is a specific person (nmot tether) that I want you to heasr...mmkay? Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have written my french scenario in the form of a play, which goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTER CLASSROOM&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Yakkity Yak Yak, Taylor FAILED, Mike FAILED, Yakkity Yak Yak&lt;br /&gt;Students: Something something&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: AHHH YES!! Body Language!  I took courses in Body language blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Students: Haha (she said some kinda funny joke, i love my french teacher lol)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Another example...who has a boyfriend in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;*no one raises their hand*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: No one in this class has a boyfriend. My my&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't raise my hand causeno one else did and I wasn' gonna be all...yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Jenn: CAILLIE HAS A BOYFRIEND CAILLIE HAS A BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;*Jen points wildly at me while I turn BRIGHT RED*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Oh, ok then (she heard about you cause I told her you were in France and such).  Ok, so Caillies boyfriend buys her a ring right.&lt;br /&gt;Students: mhmmm, sure&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: So Caillie is standing in front of JR, and she hasn't seen her boyfriend in awhile and she going like this with her ring *she starts twisting it around her finger*.  What is she thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: MARRIAGE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jenn &amp;amp; Everyone else: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:....Ummmm, no Chris, just...no.&lt;br /&gt;Laura: That shes taken?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: TEH EXACT POLAR OPPOSITE! She is second guessing the relationship &amp;amp; is thinking DAMN HES HOT! And also "boyfriend, what boyfriend?"  And she is thinking maybe it would be great to date JR haha.&lt;br /&gt;Jenn: BWAHAHAHA! Wow....Caillie&lt;br /&gt;*I turn bright red and start to giggle, JR just starts laughing and Jen is going hysterical and laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Jen:*to me* Caillie....holy saint francis! (thats the new "in term" instead of OMG lol) I wonder if the teacher has seen you during bwahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Caillie: GIGGLEGIGGLEGIGGLEGIGGLEGIGGLE JEN SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;JR: Bwhaahaha&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Doesn't shut up, elaborates on the entire story and I am all "OH NOSE!"&lt;br /&gt;But then we had chocomousse so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, however was not good, except the talking to you part of it.  The rest was shitty.  By the rest I mean me going to Cadets tonight. 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Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-2948019962350690717</id><published>2008-04-14T22:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:16:16.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>80</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-2948019962350690717?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2948019962350690717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=2948019962350690717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2948019962350690717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2948019962350690717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/80.html' title='80'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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I found out today that he actually CALLED into the show...and I heard his voice. So yeah =(&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuff happened today actually, it was pretty decent.  Drama happened lol, and it was really funny, at least to me.  I also ended up playing a game of full contact football lol.  It was pretty brutal.&lt;br /&gt;I get paid to ref little kids soccer games though, and had my first start today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8737624561216085635?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8737624561216085635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8737624561216085635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8737624561216085635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8737624561216085635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/79.html' title='79'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-1385355167111068512</id><published>2008-04-11T18:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:45:52.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>78</title><content type='html'>So Matt's girlfriend added me on Facebook! You're right, she is pretty.  I bet her and Matt make the cutest couple, apart from, you know, us =D&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is Amreet's birthday! Woot woot! I am pretty much stoked for going, although STILL have no idea what I want to get her =S&lt;br /&gt;But JEN is ocming over to my house tomorrow until 5 (which is when I leave to go to Amreeties, her and Jen &amp;amp; Jodie aren't really friends so they weren't invited, its not a hate thing, she just doesn't hang out with them)&lt;br /&gt;I DID hang out with Jacob today, and it was amazing cause he was uber pissed and it made me laugh so hard.  He wasn't pissed off at me of course lol, but he kept yelling and kicking stuff and being all hardcore.  It made me laugh sooooo hard.  Especially cause Nick said they had to be nice to Kirsten in her "time of need' (Kirsten is this gorgeous/funny girl, who is in drama, which is how I know her cause Jacob and all the drama nerds are close, who apparently just half-broke up with this guy who just went on a cruise and had sex with this other girl) and Jacob was all "WELL SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE BROKEN UP WITH HIM, SHE SAID IT WAS AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP, fuck this fuck that blah blah blah"  and he was having a mini-spazz and it was pretty intense.  And Nick and him were fake fighting, and Jacob was all pissy lol.  Honestly, they are crazy.  But yeah, Jacob was just in a bad mood all day according to him so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie was all dressed up today cause it was like, dress-up day at school kinda.  I'm not sure, but I forgot so I didn't wear anything.  She had her zebra tights on and her hair crazy.  It was pretty sweet, although everyone was just like, OH WELL, its Jodie.  =D I love Jodie!&lt;br /&gt;My orthodontist is crazy nice, but I don't get my braces off until MAY now.  Which makes me really sad in a textbook kinda way (I'm in an amazing mood if you couldn't tell, so it isn't making me sad or anything, it just kinda sucks balls).  But all they did was compliment me and my earrings and my eyes and stuff, honestly, I must have looked pretty nice today cause everyone was saying such nice things about me =).  Except Caitlin, who just goes on and on about how she wants to be a fortune cookie.  Caitlin asks Jen permission to do EVERYTHING, and tells Jen everything while we're in french.  Example: Caitlin turns around "Jeeeeeen, look at my pencil" when there is clearly nothing wrong with her pencil.  It makes me and Jen laugh SOOOO hard.  And today we were doing something, can't remember what, but the word drink came up right, so Jen starts pointing at something in her book apparently, but Cait thinks she pointing at her shirt, and long story short Jen wants a shirt that says "DRINK" on the boobs.  Yup.  I'm going to buy Jen that for her birthday or something =) Honestly, though it made us laugh so much, cause she didn't realize what she was saying, but she said it loudly (in french, which is why she wasn't thinking) and then it clicked how people (like Austin), could, errm, interpret it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have stuff to prepare for tomorrow and Sunday so I will see if I can't fit in more stuff to say.  Honestly, there is so much!  I bet you have a lot more to tell me though lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-1385355167111068512?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1385355167111068512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=1385355167111068512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1385355167111068512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1385355167111068512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/78.html' title='78'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-1223551204414857575</id><published>2008-04-10T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:23:59.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>77</title><content type='html'>So the snow in Calgary is fucking intense and I love it! It is the absoute best type of snow there is; its not really cold outside at all but its humungous fluffy flakes that are perfect for snowballs and it looks so pretty and made me so happy. Except that I saw a car drive into a school bus while walking to school so =S.  BUT EVERYTHING ELSE IS GREAT! Especially cause I missed my social final cause my teacher didn't show up to class this morning (he also got smashed in the face with a badminton raquet so that might be some reason?) so instead we did fuck-all in that class.  Mhmm, I enjoyed today loads. I have a lot to say, actually, just can't right now cause I am busy getting ready for my DOUBLE PARTY this weekend (and I gotsa buy Amreet a prezzie!).&lt;br /&gt;Send me a facebook message when you get back babe!&lt;br /&gt;(By the way; I have been talking to Daniel McFadden via Facebook messages, and he is quite the interesting guy lol.  The first thing he tried to do was make me think there was another girl lol.  Don't worry, I don't believe him.  He's just funny-ish, and his jokes are lame)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-1223551204414857575?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1223551204414857575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=1223551204414857575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1223551204414857575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1223551204414857575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/77.html' title='77'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-3678841073166192369</id><published>2008-04-09T16:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:12:47.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>75</title><content type='html'>1. So I love track &amp;amp; field. Yeash I do =)&lt;br /&gt;2. All art class I had to listen to Chesty &amp;amp; Ben talk about 2 Girls 1 Cup. So it was pretty much an interesting class, for sure, and they kept laughing and bringing up south park references and talking about stuff like that. It was actually pretty funny with them =)&lt;br /&gt;3. So Jo says that you want to hang out with us sometime when you get back? Maybe we shall go to a movie or something, and bring Jen or someone. It will probably be epic if the all of us hung out together. Except Jen thinks you're really shy and Jodie thinks you're funny so you're gonna have to make an impression on Jen instead of just being quiet ok?&lt;br /&gt;4. French class was so good today =) We had to bring in food for some strange reason lol (our french teacher used to be a pastry chef so...) and JR had to feed me lol and we all had blindfolds on and it was so strange (but I had yummeh chocolate thanks to JR so I was pretty happy, needless to say). They had to be either bitter, salty acidic or sweet. Victoria made someone suck on a gravy cube. Yeah,thank goodness for nice partners! Which brings me to my next frencheroos project... making chocolate mousse lol. It is ACTUALLY a project haha. Its out of 15...5 for the texture of the mousse, 5 for the couleur of the mousse and 5 for the tastiness of the mousse. Me and Jen &amp;amp; Taylore are partners, so we get to have a yummy party at my house while we make mousse to bring in for our project. Funny thing is, there is absolutely no french. No presentations, no written assingnments, nothing. Just making mousse for the helluvit. MMMM I love french class =)&lt;br /&gt;5. Sam &amp;amp; me are gonna go roadtripping to Med.hat. She has a (very hot) boyfriend there...according to her lol. And she wants me to meet him, so I can actually see what she looks like so I will stop making fun of her about how he is probably ugly. =P So yeah, not sure exactly when but for a weekend Sam (who introduced me to this sweet security guard who taught me how to get away with murder in some states, how to not get banished from the law and how to commit two murders and only get tried for one of them) and me are all going to the Hat! I'm pretty stoked, cause Sam is fucking rad in all the right places =) Plus she made me and Scott friends and between them I have amazing social classes so =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-3678841073166192369?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/3678841073166192369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=3678841073166192369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3678841073166192369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3678841073166192369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/76.html' title='75'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-5367215500015976017</id><published>2008-04-08T22:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:24:07.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>74</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty proud of that really long post by the way.  It took me a really long time to write that =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-5367215500015976017?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/5367215500015976017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=5367215500015976017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5367215500015976017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5367215500015976017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/74.html' title='74'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7607390218075502238</id><published>2008-04-08T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:23:29.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>73</title><content type='html'>1. Austin is the dumbest kid I have ever/will ever meet.  There is no need for me to elaborate further.  All I have to say is that I no longer even look at him while he stares away/sleeps or whatever he does.  He is the dumbest boy ever.  Even JR agrees, which is saying something.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Amreets birthday this weekend, which reminds me of something else which I just realized I can't tell you until the week after you get back.   Damn.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Matt and his flutemobile extraordinaire make me laugh.  Parisian riots do not.  Seeing such riots in Paris made me nervous, especially if you look at such things as the OKA crisis and such.  Protests are hot, for the most part (especially one exceprt which I read in the paper and the image was so FRENCH I could hardly stand it =P) but definately do not get yourself caught up in the bad boy image Lance.  Unless of course, you want to, in which case it is your choice, but I really don't want anything bad to happen to you, ever.  And don't become so much of a bad boy that you don't want to date me anymore!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I enjoy Jennifer and her company =P Her, me and Jodie are quite a trio, I must say =P  Its pretty exceptional how much fun we can have lol.  You'd be pretty happy if you saw just how happy I am, methinks.  Just because I have a great amount of happiness right now (except for my damn math midterm which I had today which prevented me from blogging last night, and hence made me forget an incredible amount of things I had to tell you).&lt;br /&gt;5. I am gathering a bunch of cadets at my house this Sunday after I am finished refeering.  Should be quite unexciting and uneventful but Phippsy wants to make it a "party" bwahaha.  But speaking of which, Matt got csm (and got a full ride scholarship with everything paid for!), Edwards is gone, Tash is rsm and I am going to stay until annual.  Just cause...well I can't really quit before annual right?  I mean, I know for sure I am not going back next year (I have everythign already sorted out for next year plans, and being in cadets is def not one of them), but I think I should go to annual, if only to save face before I quit.  Plus Matt is forcing me, which has nothing to do with it....&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have a really big desicion to make which Matt M is forcing me to go through with.  Eep!&lt;br /&gt;7.  We watched a movie in Social today (whicih isn't actually a bad class on account of I love Sam &amp;amp; Troy, and obviously Chris =P, and Sarah and everyone is ok except my dumb teacher).  The movie shows an elaborate rape scene, girls getting kidnapped and killed, two young boys stabbing their teacher to death and a teacher bludgeoning (yes, as in actually smashing them) all the children until they are bloody.  And we haven't even finished it yet.  It is a fucking intense as fucking hell movie and like, pretty much I can't stand to watch it.  And right after that I watched the grossest Law &amp;amp; Order ever (on our new HD tv seeing as my dad was so pissed off at the old one he cancelled everything and we have bell and not telus and therefore my mother needed me to figure out the buttons).  So pretty much I am scarred for life and can PROBABLY never recover from this.  Wow, I'm actually pathetic, but like.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I miss you.  And I am in that horrible stage where I am thinking not good thoughts about our relationship (which I know is oging to cause you a whole bunch of questions and kerflufflings but honestly you are probably misinterpretting..see #9?).  Ugh, I just hope that you enjoyed your cruise babe!  Honestly, that is the most incredibly jealousy-inducing thing ever, and the shitload amount of fun you must of had was probably overwhelming lol.  At least you have no excuses to a) be sad or b) ever complain to me about France again lol.  Honestly though I am so happy for you =P  And I am honestly happy that there is only a few weeks till you come home.  I am anxiously awaiting it, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I am at that horrible stage where I keep thinking that the longer you stay in France the more attractive and sexy and hot and just all-around more amazing you will be.  Henceforth I start thinking "OH NOEZ, I HAVE GOTTEN NEITHER ATTRACTIVE-ER SEXIER HOTTER OR ALL-AROUND MORE AMAZING-ER".  Which then leads me to think...what if he won't love me the same when he comes back?!?!? Of course, I know this is all silly and dumb thinking on my part, but still...you are getting more WOW everytime I think of you and whatnot, and like, even if I didn't know you that well I would probably be head over heels for you right now.  Which makes me the happiest person in the entire world, because I think I am probably the luckiest girl to walk the face of this planet, but also leaves me hoping I can keep up with your ...Lanceness.  Although, you probably have enough amazing-ness for the both of us, so hopefully you will stay with me forever(which is, umm, my plan, which you will hopefully agree with)! And I am not exaggerating babe, I am dead serious.  Those are my thoughts (and my vocabulary).  So yeah, don;t think about these too much lol, I just knew you would think "bad-thoughts about our relationship" would mean something bad, whereas in reality it means that I just hope that our relationship stays as good as it was when you left even with you being, you know...1000x more attractive (which was wierd, cause like, I found you way attractive before and found it suprising that the most attractive guy I knew could get more attractive).  But yeah, those movie star crushes that girls sometimes have on guys (which I refer to when I sometimes talk about Reid, who is still hot but I have long since forgotten about), yeah I think I have one of those on you.  I hope you don't think thats wierd, seeing as how I'm dating you and have slept with you and such, which should make that feeling go away, but yeah, everyday I find you more attractive in like, movie star kinda way.  Wow Lance.  Even talking via blog makes me get butterflies in my stomach for you.  Damn me and my hormones =(&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope that wasn't too much for you to absorb all in one time, but yeah.  And the last two numbers you can forget about, because those are spur of the moment and should probably disregard them, cause I am not going to read them (I am afraid of what I've written lol).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways night babe! Hope you had an amazing time in the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7607390218075502238?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7607390218075502238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7607390218075502238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7607390218075502238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7607390218075502238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/73.html' title='73'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-6243706009999327081</id><published>2008-04-05T17:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:57:14.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>72</title><content type='html'>Wow. WOOOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really type as I have a splittingn headache so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I am staying overnight in Red Deer my mom said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;At least I can say that sipping on my Shirley Temple is mking me happy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your having funin the mediterranean.&lt;br /&gt;I liked your videso btw. They were, needless to say, hot.&lt;br /&gt;=) You look so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-6243706009999327081?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6243706009999327081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=6243706009999327081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6243706009999327081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6243706009999327081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/72.html' title='72'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-1991277991993987743</id><published>2008-04-03T19:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:35:28.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>71</title><content type='html'>LANCEPANTS&lt;br /&gt;So basically I have the most amazing life of anyone lol.  Ever.  Honestly, I don't know how my life could get any better (unless, of course, you were here).  Still think that its kinda shitty that I can't see you at the airport =S Damn my sister and making it to provincials =S  Who knows though, maybe she'll sprain an ankle or somethign before she goes.  Anythign is possible.  But yeah, basically I am going to a super sweet concert this Saturday with Jacob and a WHOLE bunch of other people lol (not even sure who all it will be, probably jodie and Jen and Amreet and her friends and Garret and just EVERYBODY) with the following artistes: Bedouin Soundclash, Finger Eleven, Jully Black, Gord Bramford, Aaron Lines, Theory of a Deadman, Serena Ryder, Belly, Faber Drive, Hedley, illScarlett, Jeremy Fisher, Jill Barber, Joel Plaskett, Johnny Reid, Marianas Trench, State of Shock, Shane Yellowbird.  So basically, I am stoked, because OBVIOUSLY this will be the most epic concert, due to the fact that it is also free and EVERYBODY will be partying that day. YAY for living in Calgary (wooooow, don't here that much eh?).  And yeah like I'm probably having a party-type thing at my house the night before (as in everyone sleeps over and we, you know, party =P and do crazy things with each other and such) and then we are gonna be heading over to the concert the next day (its like...all dayish).  SO YES! Honestly it makes me so happy, apart from the fact I'm KINDA pissed at Amreet at the moment due to the fact that she has gotten pretty much a death threat out to Jacob (they are fighting kinda-ish) and she wants Nick to kick his ass but Jacob is all (and Jacob, btw, has gotten incredibly amazing over the past few months, you won't recognize him next time you see him.  He has...style...well the kinda style I like which is pretty Indy-ish and just, yeah you wouldn't recognize him!) wanting to kick Nicks ass to and they are gonna have a huge fight probably and I don't want Jacob to die, but I am kinda pissedish at Amreet for trying to get her best friend to beat up my best friend.  Jacob is pretty funny about it though lol, which is always good haha.  We had a larf about it today.  And yeah, like I said, JR came back from Cancun and was So funny today, and was all pissed cause he has this major tan but his forhead (he spike his hair in the front kinda) and it burned the last day and is peeling on his forehead (just a little...I hardly noticed) but he was all pissed off about it.  I dunno, I thought there wasn't anythign wrong.  Then me and Jen and Jodie hung out the rest of the day, with Sarah and some other girl I've hung out with like 20 times but still can't remember her name....wait....its Haley I think, and two guys that never talk (except Garrat, who always tells me what period I have art now because I used to ask him every single day and now he just tells me before I even ask, and when he sees me in the halls he even tells me what period I have it the next day lol).  Me and Jen have SOOOO much fun, honestly.  And then I wass complaining to her about how our (me and Jen)relationship is a fragile and how she is afriad of commitment and doesn't take the time to water or care for the flower and it stays a bud.  So she says "HAHAH that makes us 'BUD'dies" which she thought was insanely clever but I was still fake sarcastic sulking at her lol =P and then we just started laughing about random stuff and about how she thinks David (who is in love with her) loves me (which he doesn't, she just couldn't think of a better comeback), and then David walked past us so she starts laughing and just...yeah.  I love Jen.  Honestly, she is so frigging amaszing lol we have the funnest times in class lol.  Honestly what would I do without her in my life lol?  Nothing.  I would probabyl just wither away and die lol.  But yeah, Ben called her a fat ugly troll over honesty box (he says he wasn't joking but he was laughing so meh) so I had to question him all art class and then Chesty came over and hell broke loose with the jokes and the white and racist comments, and about how I used to be a bad girl and how Chesty just got back from Hong Kong and a lot about sex and a lot about how Chesty is gay and just a lot about everything.  Honestly, school is so epic.  But yeah, Ben wrote to Jen "YOU ARE SO FAT AND UGLY" like, a bunch of times to Jen so Jen wrote back "ARGGH Ben can you please just stop haha" and thats when Ben said "ARGH! Sorry, I don't speak troll" and thats basically the general story of their life =P  And now everytime Ben sees Jen he goes "arghh oo gaah me goarrrh" and Jen does a pouty face lol.  Which is pretty cute (I'm only saying that on account of she thinks that all of my facial expressions are cute lol, to which I reply by sticking my tongue out at her ... while Austin constantly stares lol).  But yeah, I want you to come home soon babe! I miss you! And my track and field started this Monday so I have been kinda busy (if you hadn't noticed).  ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU! I MISS YOU BABE!&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to hear about your super hot protest.  MMM, me and Jesse talked about bad boys, and the whole appeal of them.  It was quite a great conversation, which led to baby-eating.  Funny how things like that can relate to each other.  Oh well, can't wait to see you so we can restore the physical part of our relationship. I love you i love you i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-1991277991993987743?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1991277991993987743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=1991277991993987743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1991277991993987743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1991277991993987743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/71.html' title='71'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-4520618805628512992</id><published>2008-04-03T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:25:45.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>70</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.laits.utexas.edu/tex/images/tpl/audwin_frame.gif"&gt;http://www.laits.utexas.edu/tex/images/tpl/audwin_frame.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what?  I am writing from school =P&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sitting beside a very interesting and strange Jen (fat &amp;amp; ugly troll) and a very tanned JR.  WHo could ask for a better ocmbination?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-4520618805628512992?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/4520618805628512992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=4520618805628512992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4520618805628512992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4520618805628512992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/70.html' title='70'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7309445455680649895</id><published>2008-04-02T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:35:06.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>68</title><content type='html'>So I am kinda busy doing a huge french essay and stufying for a math test tomorrow (not),&lt;br /&gt;so I will keep this short and to the point.&lt;br /&gt;BAD BOYS = SEXY. SEXY. SEXY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7309445455680649895?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7309445455680649895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7309445455680649895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7309445455680649895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7309445455680649895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/04/68.html' title='68'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7056750306393316165</id><published>2008-03-30T19:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:00:41.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>68</title><content type='html'>So I am totally writing from Jacobs. Wow.  I am good.&lt;br /&gt;They are playing 3 player Call of Duty right now, on account of I was bored with it haha, and&lt;br /&gt;Adam wanting to kick some vagina.  Honestly, they are crazy. CRAZY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7056750306393316165?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7056750306393316165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7056750306393316165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7056750306393316165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7056750306393316165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/68.html' title='68'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-875631493652125403</id><published>2008-03-28T22:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:09:45.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>67</title><content type='html'>Hello.  No, I am not going to elaborate on yesterday.  There is far too much to tell in such a short time!  I will tell you when you phone?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to the zoo today, tried not to ever make eye contact with James, he is just really creeping me uot.  I'd show you the pictures (but you wouldn't wanna see them =S) that he sent and you would realize that UGH its GROSS.  So I pretty much clung to Churchie like a baby bird and tried to make everything fun and talked to emus and almost gotten eaten by a sting ray (cause you can like...put your hand in the tank and touch them and this kind had HUGE mouths) and also there was a baby elepahnt and I got my camp video.  I was pretty much overwhelmed with EVERYTHING today.  Pretty intense eh?&lt;br /&gt;I think so =)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS TOMORROW NIGHT = AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;So if I find time I will blog about it and about the past millions of days cause I have loads to say and never enough time or words to say them.&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever, thank you for the "H"&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to being a Henwood someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-875631493652125403?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/875631493652125403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=875631493652125403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/875631493652125403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/875631493652125403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/67.html' title='67'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-5547368157168271</id><published>2008-03-27T23:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:24:12.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>65</title><content type='html'>So wow, had a pretty much amazing day AND an amazing yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I hafta catch up now though, on account of yesterday I was so tired that I did not only fall asleep on the guy(HB...aka Darren Long) sitting beside me on the bus, but I slept from the time I got home until 11 at night (when Aja came in my room and woke me up).  Yeah, I have pretty much never been so tired. Anyways, yesterday was amazing, and the Victoria kids are insanely funny.  We had so much fun.  We got to see this turtle, and we called it Pancakes, and then this little 5 year old kid came over so Connor was like "Hey. This is a turtle.  Its name is Pancakes. It is ferocious. I am a turtle expert." And the kid was like "YEAH I COULD HAVE FIGURED THAT OUT MYSELF THANKS" and was like spazzing.  So much happened =P&lt;br /&gt;Today was Jodie's party and it was SOO fun.  I have so much to tell you when I am able to pull myslef together and remember it. Tomorrow I am hanging out with James and maybe Dominique (Ergh..) and the amazing people of 848 and 89! =) TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-5547368157168271?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/5547368157168271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=5547368157168271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5547368157168271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5547368157168271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/65.html' title='65'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8258546601180856531</id><published>2008-03-25T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:31:43.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>64</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today was surprisingly much more exciting then I expected.  I hung out with retard x 56748 (their RSM) and History Buff Extraordinare (who is actually The Sex, so was pretty fine).  The RSM has got to be the dumbest 18 year old ever.  You know how the drinking age is 19 in BC? Well they (HBE &amp;amp; Rx...yeah) decided to get some cheap (CHEAP) liquor and get drunk...then proceed to take pictures and show their Officers.  Because they are just THAT smart.  I hung out with retard for the first half of the day, and it was incredibly slow talking to him.  NOt to mention we had to go to the science centre, which I hate, and have hated since my one millionth visit.  Honestly, it gets kinda old, and the fact that it was Bob the Builder Week or whatever did not help.  At all.  He saw the bed of nails and was like "Who thinks up that kinda stuff" So I said "ermm....masochists probably".  Except he didn't know what a masochist was, he thought it was someone who tries to steal food.  Saddest part was, he was most definately NOT trying to be funny.  He was just naturally like that.  He also made me sit beside him in a tractor for 29 minutes while he played some sow-the-seeds ground in the game with some rooster.  We could hardly fit, and he kept hitting on his officer and 12 year old girls that were wandering around.  Oh, also hitting on me.  In an extraordinary turning me off to the extreme kinda way (honestly...I only hung out with him because everyone else their was 12 and/or looked like asstards).  I could tell you like, one thousand idiotic things that he did today, and that wouldn't even be half of it.&lt;br /&gt;After our incredibly sextastical science centre trip, obviously they were shipped off to the Museum of the Regiments, which I haven't actually been to in a LONG time (I mean inside...normally it's so far away that whenever I used to parade their or whatnot my mom would like drive my home as fast as possible).  This is the point where History Buff ( I don't actually know his name...the retard is Trevor) started to hang out with me.  We walked as kinda a threesome, and kinda chilled with Ortt and the super young girl officer of theirs.  We all talked kinda military and stuff, and we took a whole bunch of pictures with HB's camera and we chilled and hung out and talked about a whole bunch of stuff (and this is where ...Trevor...actually began sounding kinda smartish, and we talked about Calgary and Victoria and just, everything.  It was a pretty intense conversation.&lt;br /&gt;OH and the Creepy/Funny guy from yesterday lol had tried to sync me and his schedule for today so we could hang out, but then all CalHigh people (there was a grand total of...6. YES!) just went to anopther groud (not his group) so he got really sad.  He pretty much thinks I am the sex lol.  But he was excited to hear that I was gonna be hanging out with all of them tomorrow in one big group SO we shall see how that goes =D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the websites you gave me...well I prefer mine lol.  It loads faster on my computer and has better stuff. AND also I took more pictures and even one video, which was a failed attempt, which I feebly yet miserably attempted (its an actual shower by the way...the idea just kinda hi me cause I had my camera in my pocket so I was like hmmmmmm) but yeah.  I might try again, or I might just scrap it all together lol.  You should have seen the ones I emailed already but remember, I am expecting something in return babe, as you promised =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8258546601180856531?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8258546601180856531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8258546601180856531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8258546601180856531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8258546601180856531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/64.html' title='64'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-280248849148946071</id><published>2008-03-24T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:05:55.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>63</title><content type='html'>So, as promised I will tell you the story of the bird living in our car.  We get in the car right, and everything is normal.  THEN...suddenly a bird flies up from out of my seat and smashed against the window trying to escape, and it keeps fluttering its wings and chirping so loudly.  My mother, who is driving...on a semi-busy road...immediatly starts to shriek and scream and panic, opens her door entirly while trying to undo her seatbelt and jump out.  My sister also starts to panic, and the bird is going crazy and my family is crazy...and I am just worried that something is going to lose an eyeball.  When my mom finally musters p enough courage to pull over, the bird is practically having a heart attack, as is my mom, and I have to grab the bird and let it free from our car.  The End. =)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would have to say that I love our conversations.  Also, I love being able to tell you all that kind of stuff now.  Honestly, you might just explode when you get back, from A) pleasure and B) from learing all about me and the stuff I can do or did or like and stuff. YES. Also, Okotoks still wants to do something. UGH. I don't wanna do stuff with him to him or YEAH.  But wemight just hang out in a VERY public area that is CROWDED with people, like Chinatown.  Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Also, today I went to Cadets for the first time in FOR EVER (on account of it was sports night, so i didn't need to find my uniform, which I have kinda misplaced all over my house) and there was TWO AIR CADET SQUADRONS FROM VICTORIA&gt; Omg, tomorrow I have to go to the Royal Tyrell Museum and I get to do a whole bunch of strange things.  Thank God it is all in civvies.  but yeah, this could possibly not be terrible.  BUT omg there is some funny guys.  One guy I very much hate, cause he is a dick and immature and sexist, and the other one was funny in a strange "I've been in cadets too long" kinda way.  LIke, he came up to me, stuck out his hand like James bond or whatever and said, sexily "McIntyre, Flight Sergeant McIntyre".  Obviously I did the same thing to him, and he actuaslly ended up talking to me for the night, and he is not AS creepy as I first thought, but hes a 16 yr old trapped in a 13 year old cadet body.  Sigh.    They are such... MODEL cadets.  Like, one kid didn't want to play a game because he thought there was a possibility someone might trip o.O.  And then a little dumb cadet (from our corps) asked "Why are they from air cadets, don't they have army cadets in Victoria".  He si so dumb, it hurts my brasin to think of him.  Anyways, kinda earlyish morning start tomorrow, so I am going to sleep ok babe.  I love you SOOOOOOO much, ESPECIALLY after today.  Omg, I am looking forward to your return SO BADLY.  FUCK I AM HORNY AS HELL COME HOMEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-280248849148946071?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/280248849148946071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=280248849148946071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/280248849148946071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/280248849148946071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/63.html' title='63'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8652157492798678841</id><published>2008-03-22T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:15:54.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>62</title><content type='html'>Haha! So i just went on Facebook, and clicked "Photos" and there was EIGHT (8) NEW ALBUMS ALL TITLED MICHELLE. In almost order (someone put another album in between her albums) even. I just had to share that, cause it was like...wow. Interesting. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8652157492798678841?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8652157492798678841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8652157492798678841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8652157492798678841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8652157492798678841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/61_22.html' title='62'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8760198365542297331</id><published>2008-03-22T18:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:28:47.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>61</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://f.screensavers.com/migration/wp/Easter_Buddies_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://f.screensavers.com/migration/wp/Easter_Buddies_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =) Awwwee.  Isn't this a cute little Easter picture?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought so too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8760198365542297331?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8760198365542297331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8760198365542297331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8760198365542297331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8760198365542297331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/61.html' title='61'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7954159224588636031</id><published>2008-03-22T18:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:22:43.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>60</title><content type='html'>Ok, so after watching Atonement so many times my eyes are practically bleeding, I decided to go out on a limb and buy the actual book.  Haven't started yet, but pretty excited.  James and Kiera are HAWT in it, yes, hawt.  With a "w", and an "a".  Look at me trying new things!&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty amazing time talking to my banana friend and my Nevada friend.  Matt and me talked about Bryce Haley, and how they spent lots of time together at Spring Band, and how Scottie was there, and McG, and also how big Lines was a bad staff person-a-magig.  We talked about how I used to have a crush on Bryce, because apparently some girl has a huge crush on him now, except that she doesn't realize that he is gay, and doesn't believe anyone that tells her.  It is kinda funny, and amusing, and also makes Bryce feel really awkward, on account of he is more of a penis guy.  Matt says its like trying to date someone in a commited relationship, which I totally missed the point of on account of I was thinking of something else.  I also talked to Jesse today, and we were discussing about the dive guys, and about their gross speedos, and we were joking around and itwas pretty much an amazingly epic tale of wonder.  She also told me that she pretty much thinks that she is a lesbian, which is how we got talking about everything, like how me and her can still APPRECIATE abs together, but will have to try our fucking hardest not to imagine the PENIS trying to escape the tiny piece of fabric below.  It was interesting, because although I am not a lesbian, which of course, you are well aware of, being as how you are a guy and you are pretty much the only thing encircling my sex-drive thought-o-meter, the penis is not exactly a happy piece of anatomy, and I think it is safe to say that the only one that I actually like would be yours.  And that is only because it is attached to you, and you like it, and I like it, and it causes a great deal of happiness to both of us.  Other ones...its safe to say should just NEVER EVER be thought about, because the thought is to hideous for my lil brain.  But still, it was a wonderful conversation that me and her had, and was pretty intense lol.  Wow, you know what I just realized, there was a whole bunch of talk about homosexuality and penises today.  Thats always exciting! I also bought a 13$ pair of jeans today on my travels, which was pretty exciting seeing as one of my other pair of jeans has accumulated a hole in the crotch.  Not sure how it happened (probably in my damned laundry machine, because my bedspread and a few other good pieces of clothing have holes in them now too), but it is kinda strange walking around with a hole there.  Its kinda more around my thigh area, but meh.  Maybe I should buy some sexy lingerie so at least people have something to look at when they spy the whole.  Naaaah.  I don't think so.  We'll just scratch that idea shall we?  Although I think I might actually have to go shopping soon, so that I can actually buy some more clothes (strangely enough since you have been gone my trips to the mall are not frequent at all, rather extinct, actually).  I was supposed to go to the mall with Jodie, but I kinda lost my phone this morning so I didn't get a chance =(  Anyways, I am going to wrap this up before I get to bored with myself and my boring life.  Actually, I took black and white pictures of me last night, just me, nothing else on or anything, to send to you.  But I haven't uploaded them yet.  I suppose thats not quite boring.  I think you should come back and make my life less boring, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7954159224588636031?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7954159224588636031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7954159224588636031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7954159224588636031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7954159224588636031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/60.html' title='60'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7910492066157628266</id><published>2008-03-20T19:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T19:30:01.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>59</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPRING BREAK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is there anything that need be added to that statement? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7910492066157628266?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7910492066157628266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7910492066157628266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7910492066157628266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7910492066157628266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/59.html' title='59'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-9213090190535580590</id><published>2008-03-19T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:34:59.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>58</title><content type='html'>OMG!OMG!OMG!HOTDAMN!&lt;br /&gt;Swim meet was incredibly incredibly incredibly x 965436878575689759278654578611578657846545 awesome CUBED!  Honestly, it was one of the best experiences of my lifeeee =)&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you all, but I am so pooped right now that I just wanna get to bed asap, so I shall just briefly list details.  I came in first in one event and third in the other two, diving was meh, but it was generally bad diving all around so no one even cared.  We all had so much team spirit, and I was able to wear JUST my bathing suit without anyone noticing ANYTHING, due to the fact that my entire body was covered with SWC and Pawprints, and Just lots and lots of stuff.  It was pretty fantabulistasticularilagasmic in all the best sense of the word.  OH! And dress code for men was pretty much speedos (there was SOME shorts, but speedos greatly outnumbered shorts) and I CANNOT BELIEVE JESSE CAN LIKE GIRLS AT WESTERN WITH ALL OF THE INCREDIBLY GORGEOUS GUYS THAT GO TO HER SCHOOL. Like honestly, Western guys (on the swim team of course...may have helped that they were half-naked) are like....wow.  Very very impressive, and it was fABStacular to say the least.  Honestly, I have never seen so many six packs pretty much ever.  Except speedos are wierd, and guys are always grabbing at the crotches (ALWAYS).  They also look like they have been stuffed, and it was disgusting.  Honestly, there was these thin guys that had six packs and huge muscles and stuff, and then theyre speedo would be like, 6 sizes to small, and you can see EVERYTHING. Everything, trust me, we spent a good amount of time looking (me and Nikki and Sydney and Jenna and Amreet and Kimmi, that is, not David.)  And some guys had these pink leopard spot ones, and they all matched, and it was pretty cool.  Some guys were so funny (and one of them even said good job to me after I got out of the water eveyr time, and he would always smile, and I was like *BEAM*)  OH and there was a team called the "Lancers" which obviously reminded me of you, and yeah.  It was just one big gong show of a fun day =)  But yeah, it was very impressive, and incredibly amazing, and I saw a WHOLE SHITLOAD of people that I knew, and I am definately going to join next year =)  Anyways, I can maybe try and elaborate and such later, if I am able to remember anything.  I'll probably just pass out tonight babe.&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I miss you, and I really really really really wish that you could have been there to see my competition.  It was on GlabalTV News and everything.  Anyways GOODNIGHT ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-9213090190535580590?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/9213090190535580590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=9213090190535580590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/9213090190535580590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/9213090190535580590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/58.html' title='58'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-1218137339001832753</id><published>2008-03-18T19:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:12:23.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>57</title><content type='html'>So, I am again super-busy (preparing for the wonderful and spectacular competition tomorrow).  But my day is super spectacular because I have gooten a package in the MAIL, all the way from Scotland, which is chock full of chocolate =)  It's from some old family friend or something, but I was pretty happy, on account of there is no occasion!  (They are Winnie the Pooh shaped chocolates from Marks &amp;amp; Spencer Organic and are not related to Easter in the slightest!)&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am in a delightful mood because my entire day did NOT, in fact, suck, and I get to miss tomorrow anyways.  And after tomorrow its SPRING BREAK!  I am going to party hard =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-1218137339001832753?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1218137339001832753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=1218137339001832753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1218137339001832753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1218137339001832753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/57.html' title='57'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8258371930962360451</id><published>2008-03-18T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:26:53.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>56</title><content type='html'>I have MUCH to tell you, beginning as SOON as I get home from school.  I just wanted to make sure that I didn't forget anything before then, so I am writing this blog specifically for the benefit of my memory =)&lt;br /&gt;But one thing, yesterday this guy on my msn asked if I was a lesbian because apparently in my display picture I look like I am going to kiss Jodie.  Although we are both bi...we are definately not going to be making out any time soon lol.  It was actually pretty interesting, and the kid sounded pretty funny in his lil apology.  But yeah, it made me laugh =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8258371930962360451?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8258371930962360451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8258371930962360451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8258371930962360451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8258371930962360451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/56.html' title='56'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-4568734585459998300</id><published>2008-03-17T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:36:52.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>55</title><content type='html'>Hello! I am quite sure that you are expecting someone interesting and delightful to be writing on this blog today, but alas, it is me, agan, writing my 55th blog entry in two months.  WOOOOW (that is an extended wow C: just cause I'm superextraordinary today)&lt;br /&gt;Another Canadian soldier died today.  Maybe you get that kinda news over there in Franceland, I don't know.  But in other news, my sister has broken my moms toe.   She also lit a fire in the backyard, which cause my mom to scream in alarm and try to explode outside, except that the screen door was open, so instead my mother ran into the screen, broke it, and rebroke another toe, and is hardly able to walk (also on account of she is hung over from her gymnastics-is-done celebration last night).  It was pretty exciting, but also kinda upsetting to watch, as I was just in the sunroom minding my own business and reading comics at the time, and very non-expecting of parents breaking doors or children lighting fires in my backyard.  At least I will have an exciting thing to tell Amreet when I go swimming tonight (the very VERY last practise...for divers mostly...) until the ACTUAL COMPETITION MEET THING.  I am quite, quite nervous and such =S&lt;br /&gt;ALSO I had the best day of school today LMAO. You have to meet this guy, Chris.  Remember the grade 10 with the hair and goatee and such, I took a picture of him on the band trip, maybe or maybe you didn't notice, but yeah.  I have so much fun just annoying him lol.  Except I think secretly he enjoys it =P  Whenever he sits alone I always go over and say "Chris! BFFFFFFFFL for life!  I bet you have been waiting all day for me to come and sit beside you and talk to you haven't you!  You have just been thinking about me all day! How many of the school daffodils did you buy for me today?  Lots I bet!" And etc etc.  He always just starts to laugh and just shakeds his head and normally thumps his head on his book at this point, and I keep smiling and going on about this, and actually he seems to quite enjoy me =D  At least, I keep telling him he does, so one day he will believe it.  Honestly its sooooo funny though!  Today, JR wrote ALL OVER my french pages, just writing his own name lol, because he and I were extremely bored.  I drew a dancing stickman on his paper, and all we did through the rest of the class was watch movies and stuff.  And there was a movie about a clown that again randomly turned on, with the scene of the clown jumping out of the box, and grabbing his ex-clowngirlfriends clothes and smelling them and it was just really wierd and consisting of anything regarding french at all, but it scared me a lot and it just started blasting music and it was pretty much horrible.  Austin talked a lot today in class too! He is actually really nice, and not as shy as I thought he was, plus I learned that his favourite music is ska, which obviously raises his interesting level up about a bajillion points, on account of I like ska, and was pretty impressed to know that he even knew who Save Ferris was, which is a band I listened to like two or three or maybe four years ago (before we even moved into this house I think maybe even....can't remember)  But yeah, except all today he was kinda smiling and laughing to himself which was odd, although JR was doing the same thing lol, although I think he was talking to the clock.  By the way, you don't have to worry about JR anyways, so don't.  I promise you promise you promise you =) &lt;br /&gt;My best friend who likes Jacob was revealed to Jacob today, and he was even ok with it.  Jacob is pretty much the high school pimp lol, today we found him sitting with like 20 other girls, but no guys.  You would think he was gay for his extraodrinary popularity level and how much people like him (which reminds me, Reid looked extra good today, as he did something nice with his hair and had on a purple shirt).  But yeah, he's still my Jakey, and my best friend, so nothing is wrong in that department.  I am probably going to be crashing at his house actually because we are going to have a WiiFest (there is this game out Super Smash Brawl, and it is incredibly incredibly popular at the moment, although I have never played it, and everyone talks about it 24/7 and I had friends who woke up at the insanely early opening and stuff...it was crazy).  Jacob also kinda looks like he has a six pack, although don't be fooled, he doesn't lol.  You should see his pictures on Facebook though!  He looks a lot different (not just cause of the make-up lol) but compared to his last years pictures....yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am just kinda a typing fool today because I had to wake up really early to go to Band and I didn't get to sleep very early because dumb stupid asshole Bobby texted me from like 12:45-1 even though I wasn't texting back and he actually WOKE me up a lot of the time, and I was super super pissed.  Matt got WO and stuff a while back, but my other friend Matt is sleeping in my old bunk at Vernon lol. It makes him feel closer to me and my amazingly fun and super absurd ideas! Also, I am elated by the fact that I won another coffee (which I won with the roll up the rim from my last coffee,which was won from the rim of my last coffee, which was won from the rim of the first coffee i bought ewhnre the competition started) That actually makes it so I have not spent any money on coffee, nor have I lost on won cup yet =) I am on a roll (haha...punny me =])&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but I really gotta jet so I will talk to you later! Bye!!!!&lt;br /&gt;C a i l l i e e e e e e e e e ♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;(like my alt-3 hearts?  me too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-4568734585459998300?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/4568734585459998300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=4568734585459998300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4568734585459998300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4568734585459998300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/55.html' title='55'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-600789095784124356</id><published>2008-03-16T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:40:42.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>54</title><content type='html'>Hey.  So I was going to write a huge long blog tonight, just specifically for you, but I don't have time because I really want to have a bubble bath =)  Yay for nakedness and bubbliness! &lt;br /&gt;But in fact, I got distracted after hearing strange and absurd news like the fact that Alex McMullen has gotten himself ENGAGED (as in...engaged to be married...you know) to that whore Tia that he always complains about and cheats on with other guys and girls and stuff.  After that shock and awe to my system, I'm surprised I can still type and breathe, and sip my grande skinny soy-milk chai latte with nutmeg powder (which you should DEFINATELY try...because... YUM! Orgasmical mouth feelings...that is...if my mouth was located in my crotch XD).  But I am listening to Meg &amp;amp; Dia, which you would probably not like, but is kinda soothing after hearing such blasphemous and obscene news.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I shall be leaving shortly, just wanted to let you know I hadn't forgotten about you telling me to write a blog before I went to sleep.   So hear I am, writing a blog.  What a wonderful listener and rememberer I am! Aren't you so proud of me *beam*!&lt;br /&gt;I really loved our conversation today! It was kinda interesting and brightened up my dull gymnastics watching.  They screwed up so much today, and the announcer sounds like she has shit in her mouth and the only boys were six year olds (except Nathan who is extremely nice and seventeenish-but acts like a six year old and is short with a funny shaped head).  All in all, it was extremely dumb. &lt;br /&gt;My swim thingy was really good, there was obviously no awards or anythign cause this was a mock meet, but one wednesday there is going to be like 700 swimmers and divers o.O  I am going to be slaughtered, cause I am fast, but some of the people are insanely amazing, and my flip turns are alright but normally slow me down and just oh goodness I am so nervous!&lt;br /&gt;But I love you and goodnight &lt;3 Have an amazing time at your educational institution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I just read on your old facebook status and it says Ill Will press and Neurotically Yours and I just had bad Deja Vu because I heard about that 2 years ago back in my prime Alex days and that was his absolute favourite thing and he had stickers and a tshirt  and stuff of the foamy the squirrel or WHATEVER and made me see them about stabbing people in the eyes with french fries and he had all his msn names about him and stuff so yeah. Wow. That was really strange lol.  Wow.  Really really really wierd. *SHIVERS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-600789095784124356?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/600789095784124356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=600789095784124356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/600789095784124356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/600789095784124356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/54.html' title='54'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-1896709917220597424</id><published>2008-03-13T19:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:14:21.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>53</title><content type='html'>So I suppose you've thought that I have forgotten all about this blog, haven't you?  Well, you were wrong!  I have just been insanely insanely busy these past few days, espeically seeing as how the band trip to Edmonton took up 4(!) days of my life =)&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Happy Late Birthday my wonderful sexy boy!  I really really wish that you had been here so we could have spent it together (although I had a math test ...which I failed...so I wouldn't have been in too happy a mood I don't think).&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I have been in a wonderful mood these past few days! It's like nothing can break my spirit!  Remember how I told you that I won a coffee on my Timmy Ho's Roll Up the Rim thingy?  Well I redeemed it yesterday and got another coffee, which low and behold won me another one!  That was actually pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;JR is back from the funeral, and it is so good to have him back in class again.  We have so much fun in French class lol.  And also, thank goodness, I am doing really good in it as well.  I went to parent teacher interviews today with dad, and got a thumbs up all-around, and I am doing above average in every class.  Yaay for me! I also finally handed in my track and field form, and am SO excited to join the team!  It's pretty much incredibly.  Speaking of which, I have my diving/swimming competition on the 19th, and I am so nervous.  I probably won't win anything, cause there are some people who are like ZOOM and I am just like...umm zoom for 100m then decide that it's not even worth it so just kinda don't work as hard.  Which isn't to say I odn't do it, it's just that I push myself so hard at first (due to my unhappiness at failure, etc) but if I fall even a little behind, sometimes I just get so sad that I can hardly carry on! How pathetic is that? &lt;br /&gt;I also realized that there is only a very short amount of time until you get home!  I am so excited! I still think about you every single day, and damn I miss you.  All that keeps me going is the fact that its only a little while until you and me are able to be together again.  I hope that you're still as excited as I am!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am going to wrap this up now (and I am not gonna write anything that happened on the band trip, just cause I dont even think I could fit it into one blog!) but I will definately write something in here later tongiht.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lance, forever and ever and ever and always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-1896709917220597424?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1896709917220597424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=1896709917220597424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1896709917220597424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1896709917220597424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/53.html' title='53'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-3722500164188355729</id><published>2008-03-06T22:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:51:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>52</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to say, and very, very little time to say it, on account of I must pack for my band trip tomorrow.  Tomorrow I go right from school onto the bus to Edmonton, so I have to bring my luggage and everything (to be stored in the band room, of course). We are going to have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie is breaking up with Burke today, but shes not exactly that sad about it.  Why should she be?  She had her hair dyed tonight though, which I took pictures of.  She got her hair done while me and Jen went shopping =) It was pretty much amazing, especially seeing as how I have had the best day in general today.&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself the most dope mp3 player EVER. I can chose my fonts, and it has a camera on it with wicked quality, I can't wait to show you! Its a touch screen, but it is nicer then I expected, so YAY! Me and Jen and Jodie bought these insane mudmasks that all the girls have on TV slumber parties, so we're gonna have a lot of fun on the band trip taking pictures and such with our silly faces =)  Some girl in our art class got hair extensions, and they clipped on and it was just SO bad and like, Joe couldn't help laughing, and me and Chesty and Joe and Ben and Sam just couldn't contain ourselves, and Joe and Chesty kept making jokes, and then Ben accidently smashed his face with a ruler, which caused Janine and Dana to actually fall onto the ground and laugh. It was incredibly, and then Joe drew a picture and...omg it was fucking the most amazing thing I have ever experienced ever. Like....OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish you could actually HEAR how happy I am right now =)&lt;br /&gt;Especially cause yesterday I worked out for two hours at the talisman centre for diving, and it was fucking brutal.  I didn't take one break, and I lost so much energy, and then I couldn't do this one rotation so I ended up crying cause I had tried it like 50 times, and I get super depressed whenever I fail at something, or when I can't do something. And it just made me so....sad =(  But then I did a bunch of backwards things, cause I actually am much much better at going backwards then i am at going forwards. Anyways, today was amazing so who cares abiut yesterday? We have a new kid in our french class, and his name is Austin and hes from Texas, and hes above cute, but just like average +4 or 5 maybe. I dunno, but he is the cause of much stir in our french class, especially because I am in perfect view (the way our class is set up I am pretty much looking right at him) of him because JR is at a funeral so his desk is empty.  Its kinda sad, but you don't have anytihgn to worry about babe.  Hes not THAT cute, nor have I ever talked to him, nor do I want to.  I miss you like crazy, and no joke think about you constantly.  I hope you have an absolutely amazing birthday, and I will try and blog that night because I get back at 6 I think =)  I love you more then anything else in the worl, and am still missing you like craazy.  You're gonna have so much fun at your birthday you won't even have a chance to think about me, but I am wishing you a happy 16th birthday anyways!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU x 45623456776124684508763744&lt;br /&gt;Caillie &lt;3 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hope you got your story, I photocopied Jacobs textbook. Its kinda blurrry and stuff but, I hope it will do.  If it doesn't, just email me or something. I LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-3722500164188355729?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/3722500164188355729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=3722500164188355729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3722500164188355729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3722500164188355729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/52.html' title='52'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-6299860575682098994</id><published>2008-03-04T22:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:54:06.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50</title><content type='html'>UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;Jodie doesn't like Burke anymore, she's just...fallen out of like with him. She is upset cause she ditched Jen because she likes this other girl =( I am not  exactly  sure what to do. LANCE?!?&lt;br /&gt;And Jesse and me had a funny conversation today=)About woman hunting.It was amazing,but again, will explain the  rest later. 'Night again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-6299860575682098994?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6299860575682098994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=6299860575682098994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6299860575682098994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6299860575682098994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/50_04.html' title='50'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-4203342177054116022</id><published>2008-03-04T22:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:09:31.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50</title><content type='html'>So,  some pretty wierd shieeeet happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Saw your twin at my school.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Carbon copy of you.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him yesterday, and was like OMG, tis LANCE!  And then today Amreet as checking him out, until which I said "Ummmm, but he looks like Lance". She agreed.  Which pretty much confirms the fact that he is, in fact,  your twin (although LESS good-looking).&lt;br /&gt;Also, registered for next years courses today=) Decided to, yes, go for in-class CALM.  Decided it was for the  best. I have 96 credits up to date. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,I have more to  say but already this damn keyboard is making me angry.&lt;br /&gt;SO  GOODNIGHT BABE!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOUUUUU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-4203342177054116022?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/4203342177054116022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=4203342177054116022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4203342177054116022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4203342177054116022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=925ea7a6c65ba380&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e9975cd9f085c2f8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6082162471117048260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=6082162471117048260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6082162471117048260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6082162471117048260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/49.html' title='49'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zUC65uHrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qP8IoMgD0r4/s72-c/100_1453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-3800954089792538980</id><published>2008-03-03T21:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:22:49.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>48</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOba5uHmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/q-arOVJ0fwE/s1600-h/100_1452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173737042415066722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOba5uHmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/q-arOVJ0fwE/s400/100_1452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOb65uHnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gGIV6FSZzJA/s1600-h/100_1479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173737051005001330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOb65uHnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gGIV6FSZzJA/s400/100_1479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOca5uHoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EN1OI5ABnCw/s1600-h/100_1487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173737059594935938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOca5uHoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EN1OI5ABnCw/s400/100_1487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one standing up is JR. The pictures of the party at his house this weekend are on facebookers...maybe you've seen them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JOE IS WASTED IN THE PICTURES BWAAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOcq5uHpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YFrNn0rQ0e4/s1600-h/100_1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173737063889903250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOcq5uHpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YFrNn0rQ0e4/s400/100_1417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sean. i may have mentioned him, I may have not. Anyways, hes awesome!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOdK5uHqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZG91H91wRyU/s1600-h/100_1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173737072479837858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOdK5uHqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ZG91H91wRyU/s400/100_1475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-3800954089792538980?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/3800954089792538980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=3800954089792538980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3800954089792538980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3800954089792538980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/48.html' title='48'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8zOba5uHmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/q-arOVJ0fwE/s72-c/100_1452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-2032481545319546474</id><published>2008-03-02T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:42:47.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>47</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udFthpjOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h15P1t46_nE/s1600-h/100_1417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173401318410783970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udFthpjOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h15P1t46_nE/s400/100_1417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udGdhpjPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5cP656-QfTs/s1600-h/100_1428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173401331295685874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udGdhpjPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5cP656-QfTs/s400/100_1428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udG9hpjQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/on5tKMO0rQw/s1600-h/100_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173401339885620482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udG9hpjQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/on5tKMO0rQw/s400/100_1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udHdhpjRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ClnUNxF_Z4g/s1600-h/100_1429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173401348475555090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udHdhpjRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ClnUNxF_Z4g/s400/100_1429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udH9hpjSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6LEilh_5Yo8/s1600-h/100_1448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173401357065489698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udH9hpjSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6LEilh_5Yo8/s400/100_1448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-2032481545319546474?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2032481545319546474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=2032481545319546474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2032481545319546474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2032481545319546474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/47.html' title='47'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8udFthpjOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h15P1t46_nE/s72-c/100_1417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8246569867348884481</id><published>2008-03-02T22:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:17:00.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>46</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8uXvNhpjKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nBBVWL9Y_Uo/s1600-h/100_1390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173395434305588386" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-124.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v204/88/48/551170124/n551170124_2399774_1953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-6541071340011491255?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6541071340011491255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=6541071340011491255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6541071340011491255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6541071340011491255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/45.html' title='45'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-3682814333157323436</id><published>2008-03-02T21:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:35:22.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>44</title><content type='html'>Had a muchos wonderful time talking to you on msn today =)&lt;br /&gt;Although I have to say that it greatly increased the missing-of-you that already PLAGUED MY HEART. Yeah, it's that dramatic Lance. Although I have to admit that I think we're gonna have an absolutely amazing time when you get your little French ass back here to Canada.  I am looking forward to it sooooo much, you have NO idea.  I have billions and billions of plans for what I want to do with you (and to you) when you come back, and I don't even know what I will want to do first! &lt;br /&gt;All we have here is the provincial election, which is about the most boring thing since watching moss on a rock.  Everyone is gross, and half the candidates look like pedifiles.  Honestly, they say its "just-that-easy" to go out and vote, but really, I'm glad I can't because if I did I wouldn't know who to vote for.  I hate all of them equally.  I think I'd probably vote for Green Party though.  Not because I want them in government or anything, just because I think they deserve a few seats at least, so maybe the environment would get somewhat of a fair game.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and with the sports, I might get to help ref the U-10 soccer.  Which has really really really made my day.  I love soccer!  You probably don't remember when I used to play soccer and be uber competitive and wanted to grow up to be a famous soccer player and such.  BUT I DO!  And that part of me has been very much rekindled by this little job possibility (none of my other ones seem to be coming through...I can't get my times to work out because of damn Sundays).  Hopefully this actually becomes a possibility though!  I can't wait until I find out!  Other then that, I have my dive (and swim) meet to look forward to,  track and field to look forward to, and the possibility of joining rugby.  I searched up Girl's Rugby on YouTube and it really didn't look THAT bad, so I think I may just go to the meeting.  I think it will make me a very well rounded person if I do, and that is definately the aim lol.  Plus it would keep me in shape for Dive and Track, which are the two important sports =)  And also, if I was uber good at rugby, I would most definately kick your ass in the Battle Royal we will have when you get back.  Which reminds me...DID DANIEL UREN TELL YOU HIS DUMB/STUPID/UGH IDEA?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;He wants to do a Battle Royal with you...where you guys fight it out...in full uniform. Some sort of Calhigh vs C.Scot or SeaForth or whatever he is.  I don't really care about his regiment.  BUT THIS IDEA IS UGH.  I tried to joke with him and said "haha but you might ruin your uniform....why not try fighting wearing NOTHING in a huge ring of MUD"  but I was just kidding.  The thought of a naked Daniel Uren makes me feel gross.  I don't even want to type about it.  But yeah, I think his idea is very stupid, and I cannot imagine why he would even begin to dream that that would be a cool/fun/smart thing to do.  It would accomplish nothing but proving the fact he is an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, CLAY HOUSES TOMORROW =) YAY! Art has a way of making me happy!  Unfortunately, I have math right afterwards, and still have to finish a ginormous sheet on quadratic functions and completing the squares, which is not hard but is tedious and time consuming and rather pointless in my opinion.  French shall indeed be good, because we are completing our wonderful project!  We made a whole thing on dreams and stuff, its pretty dope.  When my camera decides to behave and starts to upload pictures to the damn computer again, I will show them to you =)  I even made a video! (However, my computer skills are limited so we shall have to see how good I can deal with that)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it is time for me to have a nice relaxing bath tonight, so that I can prepare myself for the hectic world of tomrrow =(&lt;br /&gt;Have an amazingly wonderful day back at school =)  I'm sure that it will be a lot more fun then staying at home in your boring Fourgerolles, or whereve you are.&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever and ever and ever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;Caillie!&lt;br /&gt; PS: You look incredibly amazing, and I must admit that I am indeed the luckiest girl in the entire world to be able to call you mine =)  Like honestly, you are jaw-droppingly gorgeous, and have the most amazing smile, and just....mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...come back home soon =( It isn't the same seeing that amount of hottness/sexiness/handsomeness on a computer screen as it is seeing it in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-3682814333157323436?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/3682814333157323436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=3682814333157323436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3682814333157323436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3682814333157323436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/44.html' title='44'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-962026462661158344</id><published>2008-03-01T23:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:49:34.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>43</title><content type='html'>Oh, and HAPPY MARCH 1ST and HAPPY BELATED LEAP DAY !&lt;br /&gt;YAY for me having written in this blog for such an awfully long time!&lt;br /&gt;You should probably be pretty proud of me lol.&lt;br /&gt;JKS!&lt;br /&gt;G'night/G'mornin' baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-962026462661158344?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/962026462661158344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=962026462661158344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/962026462661158344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/962026462661158344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/43.html' title='43'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-2602591815480591067</id><published>2008-03-01T23:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:47:16.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>42</title><content type='html'>YEO LANCE!&lt;br /&gt;So I have your package=) YAY!&lt;br /&gt;It definately does NOT contain the thing that I have been working on since...what, October? Yeaaah, that is most definately NOT included. Sorry babe! &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure out what happened to the video and stuff after I took my camera off the laptop; the picture folder kinda disappeared.  So you'll have to wait to see me and all the fun I am having =)  Even though it kinda sucks missing you so bad.  But I'm gonna try and take a really nice photo of me to send to you.  I will probably send it when I am able to get your English textbook as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have a lot to say, but I really don't have enough time to say that right now!&lt;br /&gt;So I will try and tell you everything next time I get a chance too.&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe =)&lt;br /&gt;MISSING YOU TERRIBLY&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;Caillieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-2602591815480591067?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2602591815480591067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=2602591815480591067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2602591815480591067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2602591815480591067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/03/42.html' title='42'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-1053504982467303071</id><published>2008-02-29T19:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:42:02.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>41</title><content type='html'>So I has pretty much talked to you for ages and ages  today, so  I hope that you are sleeping as I type this (7:22 my time). I thought I would just upload the loverly video and stuff that Jen and me did in Frencheroos.  Its not much but MEH what else can I write right now?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the Love Line website is www.drdrew.com i think, but you can just google Love Line - Dr. Drew. Its most definitely not as good as the radio version but maybe they have copies of the radio one online. Meh, you can check it out.&lt;br /&gt;I love you MOST babe =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a winner through and through&lt;br /&gt;Especially seeing as how I've got you&lt;br /&gt;And even though you're far away&lt;br /&gt;You're always able to make my day =)&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-1053504982467303071?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1053504982467303071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=1053504982467303071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1053504982467303071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1053504982467303071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/41.html' title='41'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-5983159891010665171</id><published>2008-02-27T22:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:12:59.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8ZClHoNbqI/AAAAAAAAADs/fuPeUPQVKQs/s1600-h/100_1406%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8ZClHoNbqI/AAAAAAAAADs/fuPeUPQVKQs/s400/100_1406%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171894427551887010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8ZCl3oNbrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vXndN0pUip8/s1600-h/100_1413%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8ZCl3oNbrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vXndN0pUip8/s400/100_1413%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171894440436788914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to do scratch art for our project in Art. The original is the colour one, and my scratch art is obviously the black and white one (which actually looks better in real life lol).  If you don't remember, its the medium with the little knife where you scratch the paper.  The next art project I am SO excited for - we build like insanely creative square houses.  Its really really cool! I can't wait until we start it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-5983159891010665171?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/5983159891010665171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=5983159891010665171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5983159891010665171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5983159891010665171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/40.html' title='40'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R8ZClHoNbqI/AAAAAAAAADs/fuPeUPQVKQs/s72-c/100_1406%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-3001445819577594747</id><published>2008-02-27T20:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:20:52.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>39</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHO'S BACK (temporarily) BACK AGAIN (for a short time)&lt;br /&gt;I IS BACK, TELL YO' FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am typing this from the computer with no spacebar or "w" key, perhaps you vaguely  remember?&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, it is CERTAINLY better than having no computer at all, so who's complaining?&lt;br /&gt;However, I won't write much because I don't have the patience, seeing as how an awful lot of my words contain "w"s.&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastical time at dive today, and managed to do a backflip into the water. It was SAWEET=)  I had such a good talk with the girls in the locker room, and this girl had a funny looking scarf which we cleverly appointed as "Spermy the Wormy".  The only sad thing is that Brandon REALLY hurt himself. Like unable to move hurt himself.  It as the saddest thing ever, and he was actually crying when he was pulled out.  Naturally every girl was concerned, and because there was only five minutes left, we just tried to handle him and his poor back.  It was SO red and looked so painful, its really hard to describe.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jacob had so much fun today!  Our friendship  is going back to the way it used to be =). The entire school loves how he outrageously humped the dog,  but he just makes "your mom" jokes, of which he and  his brother has many.  Jacob is pressuring me into joining the "Across the Universe" production, but I am really starting to get nervous the closer the auditions get.  Plus, Jacob says hes never heard me sing so he ants to watch my audition lol. GAH!  My friend Sarah is also pressuring me to join the girls rugby team.  I kinda want to but I really don't know.  You have an opinion on the subject?  I just don't know if I have a) time, b) skill, c) enough  masculintiy.  Yeah, I'm a tad sexist I guess, whatever; you'd understand if you saw the female rugby-ers. THEY ARE BEASTS. Like seriously, insane.   Maybe I'm cut  out for it...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;My band trip  is coming up.  They took out the piece I  play snare in so I play Vibes or Marimba in EVERY SINGLE  FRIGGIN PIECE.  Including the to new ones we got to day, so its official that I hate Ahmad. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,  school is going great, and I should have your  english textbook soon.  My mom sent her birthday  card for you today,and I'll be sending yours whenever your bro brings it to my house. Anyways,  my patience for this  keyboard is GONE  so adios baby =)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU &amp;amp; MISS YOU LIKE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come home soon =(&lt;br /&gt;Hope your having an absolutely AMAZING time, which, of course, you are=)&lt;br /&gt;Love forever and always,&lt;br /&gt;only yours,&lt;br /&gt;Caillie&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My what a great many ending I had for you!  Oh well, hope you get the general point.  I can't explain in words how  much I miss you. Tu me manques.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-3001445819577594747?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/3001445819577594747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=3001445819577594747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3001445819577594747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3001445819577594747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/39.html' title='39'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7157411489679188056</id><published>2008-02-23T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:12:39.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38</title><content type='html'>When you get back from all your lovely and fun travels, could you answer me a question?&lt;br /&gt;Would my future career affect us in anyway? Like, say if I chose some far out insanely wacky career, would we still be together?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking because as far as planning for my future goes, I have it pretty much covered. But if I had to chose I would probably chose you over my career. So I'm not going to tell you everything yet, I just want to know whether or not the profession I chose would affect our relationship. Cause I'm really confused, and kinda walking on a thin line of choices right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7157411489679188056?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7157411489679188056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7157411489679188056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7157411489679188056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7157411489679188056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/38.html' title='38'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-5786379731573372470</id><published>2008-02-22T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:40:40.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>37</title><content type='html'>I just watched a movie that made me cry.  Loads.  It was insanely sad, but the couple was very cute and I just couldn't help myself.  It was about this chef and her orphaned daughter and her love affair with the sous-chef.  Its called&lt;em&gt; No Reservations&lt;/em&gt; and has Aaron Eckhart (mmm) and Catherine Zeta-Jones.&lt;br /&gt;My dad phoned and spoiled a huge surprise for me today as well.  I am going to be going away to Ottawa and spedning time with Mathieu Gervais and Suzanne and Caleb!  I am so excited!  It eventually came up just because my cousin is getting married, and she lives way the hell far away from here. Because we needed to go to Ontario anyways, my parents decided to plan a whole trip around it: YAY!  It was actuially supposed to be one of those whole surprise things that my parents like to do, but my dad asked if I had heard about it yet, and by the time he realized that he hadn't, I pretty much figured it out and all he could say was "Oops, your mother never told you did she?  Its supposed to be a surpprise, isn't it..."  My poor dad lol. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I am going to be TRAVELLING this summer (most likely), but I don't have ALL the information yet so I am going to have to be getting on that so I can tell you all about it.  I am so excited, my life is so good right now!&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe, I know you're probably enjoying yourself so much! I love you I love you I love you I love you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-5786379731573372470?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/5786379731573372470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=5786379731573372470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5786379731573372470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5786379731573372470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/37.html' title='37'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-4741212904285319238</id><published>2008-02-22T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:08:20.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>36</title><content type='html'>Want to know something funny?&lt;br /&gt;I just walked in on my 11-year old sister downing a bottle of Bacardi Breezer (Pineapple kind, mmmm).&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, its her :favourite", although I really don't think that an 11-year old should have a favourite type of booze. Hmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-4741212904285319238?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/4741212904285319238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=4741212904285319238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4741212904285319238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4741212904285319238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/36.html' title='36'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-3580057502484733022</id><published>2008-02-22T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:47:22.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35</title><content type='html'>What a completely and utterly epic tune =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beatles - All My Loving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and I'll kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Remember I'll always be true&lt;br /&gt;And then while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;I'll write home every day&lt;br /&gt;And I'll send all my loving to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend that I'm kissing&lt;br /&gt;The lips I am missing&lt;br /&gt;And hope that my dreams will come true&lt;br /&gt;And then while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;I'll write home every day&lt;br /&gt;And I'll send all my loving to you&lt;br /&gt;All my loving, I will send to you&lt;br /&gt;All my loving, darling I'll be true&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and I'll kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Remember I'll always be true&lt;br /&gt;And then while I'm away&lt;br /&gt;I'll write home every day&lt;br /&gt;And I'll send all my loving to you&lt;br /&gt;All my loving, I will send to you&lt;br /&gt;All my loving, darling I'll be true&lt;br /&gt;All my loving, All my loving&lt;br /&gt;Woo, all my loving, I will send to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-3580057502484733022?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/3580057502484733022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=3580057502484733022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3580057502484733022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/3580057502484733022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/35.html' title='35'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-2705315415985347130</id><published>2008-02-22T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:35:59.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>34</title><content type='html'>Oh, and disregard the facebook statuso f "thinking really really really really really bad thoughts. Why can't history stay history =S".&lt;br /&gt;It is most definately a false alarm on my part lol.&lt;br /&gt;So don't you be fretting, cause lots of people have asked lmao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-2705315415985347130?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2705315415985347130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=2705315415985347130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2705315415985347130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2705315415985347130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/34.html' title='34'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8404290060532670188</id><published>2008-02-22T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:32:18.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33</title><content type='html'>Swimming today was very great, and I got to spend a long time in the sauna discussing the future of me and Amreet =)  I can probably say that this was one of the most slack days of class I have ever had.  Even social was good though.&lt;br /&gt;I love your ears Matt, the one I saw in the picture came out super super good!&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing you letters all day long just to get everything out, so I don't really know what else to say right now, as I have filtered it out of my system.  I applird for another job, but thats nothing new.  Hope you're having fun in Paris, Lance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8404290060532670188?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8404290060532670188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8404290060532670188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8404290060532670188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8404290060532670188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/33.html' title='33'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-5440519821319002254</id><published>2008-02-21T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:27:27.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>32</title><content type='html'>I hope you saw the lunar eclipse last night.  It was really pretty.  Not AS pretty as I thought it was going to be, but it was big and beautiful and huge and red.  It must have been so pretty to have been able to see it in France, you lucky boy. I'm pretty jealous, I just got to see the damn moon in Calgary, same as always.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, James Collins got his nipple pierced bwahahahahahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;he sent me a pciture on his phone.  Its not a ring, its like a bar going horizontally through it, so all you can see are two silver balls on each side.  Its ... interesting. And I am definately not sure what my verdict is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure your ears will look amazing Matt! But like I said, no pictures until AFTER its healed. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-5440519821319002254?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/5440519821319002254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=5440519821319002254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5440519821319002254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5440519821319002254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/32.html' title='32'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7466374805500479266</id><published>2008-02-21T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:37:54.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>Currently, I am the happiest person on the plante I think. I had the most amazing day ever ever!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....I don't even really know where to start with all the things that happened.  I will say that Jacob is amazing, and Stacy's phone is amazing, and JR is amazing, and French class is amazing and just GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start with french class. Our teacher made us go on the web, and told us to go to this site from the University of Texas, because a lot of people were doing quizzes.  So me and Jen start searching around the site and it was SOOO funny.  At the beginning, its a story of an armadillo and a cat and a snail and a whole bunch of stuff.  So me and Jen actually start reading the story, instead of doing the work or whatever, cause it was kinda just a breather/catch up class for the other people.  It was the funniest thing ever.  They have mp3's too, so you can hear the dialogue, and the insane Texan accent on Joe-Bob the Armadillo was so funny. Basically all he says is "My name's Joe-Bob, and I love beer" except that he says it in the WORST french ever with the most insane accent. It was hilarious =)  And then there is Claude the snail, who according to the website prefers to smoke pot and watch X-Files rather then getting high. Then there was Sex Kitten, who made all the guys cookies with Viagra, her secret ingredient.  Me and Jen laughed SOOOOOOO much it was insane.  I don't think my teacher has ever gone in depth with the website. XD I don't think I have ever had so much fun XDXDXD.&lt;br /&gt;Social was funny, mainly because I just hung out with Sam the entire class.  Mike is pretty funny  too though, something I didn't really expect out of someone like him =).&lt;br /&gt;I got 92% on my math final. So I am pretty much fucking stoked as hell!  Shae did pretty good too, and Veena, so it was pretty much just a smily happy math class all the way around =).&lt;br /&gt;My back didn't even hurt as bad, even though seeing as how I did so many over rotations yesterday and my back hurt like I had just been sunburnt and then driven over by a monster truck, I was still in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;Art was fun too, and Chesty had on a really nice sweater, but it didn't even have a brand name! I was so proud of him!  I think it had helicopters on it, but it was complimented a bazillion times so I'm not the only one that thought it was nice.  Ben and me talked like normally, and we talked to Sam and Joe and even Amy and Leah, who sit was far away (well not too far) on the other side of the classroom.  Oh, and there is this picture on the side of an art cube someone is doing that shows a naked "cat" woman with her legs open in a very interesting sexual/seductive pose. Its really really strange, and its kinda...um...yeah.  As soon as we saw it we just kinda looked at each other cause - yeah it was all darkened around where her legs were open, and she was naked so everything was pretty clear. Trust me, I didn't really want to be so exposed while in art class lol.  Trust me, not even guys were interested in it cause it was so...maybe I'll take a picture for you can see it. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,  I'm getting called, so I guess I will come back on later to tell you guys about the rest of my wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;C A I L L I E !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7466374805500479266?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7466374805500479266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7466374805500479266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7466374805500479266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7466374805500479266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-4028273931820824964</id><published>2008-02-20T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:01:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hm3oNbpI/AAAAAAAAADk/2fCeC277aSQ/s1600-h/n518074167_127247_5071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169324898942545554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hm3oNbpI/AAAAAAAAADk/2fCeC277aSQ/s320/n518074167_127247_5071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hWHoNbkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Zn35dP8qdgs/s1600-h/n518074167_71407_9403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169324611179736642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hWHoNbkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Zn35dP8qdgs/s320/n518074167_71407_9403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hbHoNbmI/AAAAAAAAADM/6gb_XMHnUjU/s1600-h/n518074167_71383_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169324697079082594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hbHoNbmI/AAAAAAAAADM/6gb_XMHnUjU/s320/n518074167_71383_1740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hcnoNbnI/AAAAAAAAADU/18MwBZHx0e0/s1600-h/n518074167_71398_6512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169324722848886386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hcnoNbnI/AAAAAAAAADU/18MwBZHx0e0/s320/n518074167_71398_6512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70henoNboI/AAAAAAAAADc/rQM_k85y68k/s1600-h/BEFORE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169324757208624770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70henoNboI/AAAAAAAAADc/rQM_k85y68k/s320/BEFORE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169324641244507730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hX3oNblI/AAAAAAAAADE/Txqb1w2mP2M/s320/AFTER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy talking to Matt (McIsaac) about hair on men, and why it should not be shaved bwahaha. Looking at pictures of interesting half naked (and some ALMOST completely naked except for some risque object) pictures of men all night prompted me to ask myself "EEW WHY WOULD A GUY SHAVE THERE...AND THERE...AND EWW HE IS BALD AND HAIRLESS EVERYWHERE". So obviously, I had to get a male point of view. YAY MATTand being around when I need you. I am glad you agree that men who shave places that aren't their face are...umm. Strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except beards and moustaches. Which are gross. Exhibit A :Alex (Lexx) McMullen. See the before and after shot? Thats why guys should NOT have moustaches/beards/goatees/eww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew I was so picky and critical about the male physique bwahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-4028273931820824964?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/4028273931820824964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=4028273931820824964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4028273931820824964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4028273931820824964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/30.html' title='30'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R70hm3oNbpI/AAAAAAAAADk/2fCeC277aSQ/s72-c/n518074167_127247_5071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-962143355510346632</id><published>2008-02-20T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:09:48.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>I might get to go to Matts graduation this year as his grad date! Me and Churchie! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I can't get my hopes up TOO high though. He said he would if the girl he asks says no, which&lt;br /&gt;he thinks will happen. But he said I would be a beautiful grad date, which got my whole self esteem etc boosted from its all time low last night =) I think it would be so fun to go to his grad lol. Plus it would be good practice for my own grad/prom. Thats my general view on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope that I get to go. Not even kidding. At first I thought we were joking, but hes serious so umm, w00t w00t!&lt;br /&gt;Also. I got an apology from Daniel Uren today.&lt;br /&gt;I real one, that actually included the word sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty proud of him actually, and have therefore forgiven him of all wrong-doing. I guess he didn't do THAT much bad stuff right? Right. Plus it was a pretty sincere apology, that exceeded my expectations. Wild.&lt;br /&gt;I also think I might be over being upset with you. Just because my mood has been so elated in the past couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;And even though you might not love me right now, I still love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-962143355510346632?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/962143355510346632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=962143355510346632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/962143355510346632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/962143355510346632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8838940401836756147</id><published>2008-02-20T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:02:35.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28</title><content type='html'>"If you are racist, sexist, homophobic or just&lt;br /&gt;basically an asshole,I don't care if you like me,&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate you."&lt;br /&gt;Kurt Cobain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8838940401836756147?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8838940401836756147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8838940401836756147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8838940401836756147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8838940401836756147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/28.html' title='28'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-924743752546668506</id><published>2008-02-20T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:53:14.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>I am pretty much in love with the C4U cast. Really, they are great.  Jacob humped a dog, and Nick streaked in our school. It was interesting. But they are all so funny. Even Alex is a little less creepy.&lt;br /&gt;I took my tmie in Social/Art to write you a letter. Its not very long, but its very messy towards the end cause I only had a bit of time to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give blood today, but I found out I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be away all Sunday out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;So i won't write. Until I get back, which is who knows when.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel stopped text messaging me. After I told him the jist of what it was I was rambling on about after he blocked me, and after I told him how he has made me feel (although not nearly as bad as how it actually made me feel, I kinda made it sound like it wasn't that bad, just so he wouldn't get TOO upset).&lt;br /&gt;Funny, that's the same thing I do with you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and your mom phoned my house today. I wasn't here so I called her back. And yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I dive tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-924743752546668506?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/924743752546668506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=924743752546668506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/924743752546668506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/924743752546668506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-6465358546856520510</id><published>2008-02-19T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:02:11.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>So I'm done for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it doesn't seem to have much of a point.&lt;br /&gt;I will take the time to instead right you a letter.&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-6465358546856520510?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6465358546856520510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=6465358546856520510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6465358546856520510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6465358546856520510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7159443222126376133</id><published>2008-02-18T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:51:58.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you that my school basketball game involves fog machines and fancy lights, and also a guy called Aedan Tomney who goes to our school but is also famous because he has been in like, famous shows and also in some movies. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I might not write as much today just because I am not feeling very good right now. Not sick with flu like you, just kinda not feeling very good/depressed sick. So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7159443222126376133?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7159443222126376133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7159443222126376133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7159443222126376133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7159443222126376133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-663116943438703535</id><published>2008-02-18T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:41:05.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>Ok. So pretty much disregard all the messages last night. I was tired, and pretty much high on life. And the clock on this is an hour behind lol, so it was actually 12:30, not 11:30. Henceforth, I seemed to be talking like a loon. Go me! But guess what! Jodie is back from Belizeland!&lt;br /&gt;Yay! And I will soon be in her social class, and not in my racist and lunatical teachers class. Seriously, he is a horrible horrible horrible teacher. So I am going to be switching to Jodie and Brianne and Katilynn and David and BENS class!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just had a new couch put into my room. It was interesting, but made all the more fun by my text messages with Pajot-Phipps, about how absolutely amazing furniture and linen is, and how fine furniture is so sexy and makes me feel so incredibly wonderful deep down in my loins and etc etc. It was an interesting conversation, we shall leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, I got to go and make the couch look more lived in. By the time you come back, my mom will probably have forgotten that you are banned for life from my room, and you can probably sneak in and sleep there with me, seeing as how it is also a bed! Its like that thingy in your basement which AJ sometimes sleeps on. Meh. Its pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday I had the wierdest dream. It had Daniel Uren, and some wierd cadet camp (that wasn't vernon and had no officers, it was like Atlantis except everyone was wearing gumbies instead of abercrombie and fitch) and it also had all the people from last year (except strangely Dominique, who made no appearance in this dream, now that I think about it) but it was super strange. And i shared a room with Daniel and it was just...really strange. And also, Ms CHOPIN was in my dream. Which could have actually classified it as a nightmare, but oh well. The wierdest part was the Daniel was there. We have an on-going message on Facebook now. Its strange, and I'm not sure I want to be his friend again, so I have kept my part of the conversation bland and normal and not at all engaging. He keeps trying to put smiles etc in the conversation, but I'm trying to ignore them. I also accidently called him, but hung up straight away. I was trying to send him a text as to why he didn't answer my angry message (which I sent after he was offline) but i Guess he blocked me so it didn't go through. When I texted though, I went to contacts and pressed "send" instead of "ok" so it dialed his number. It was bad to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to talk later though, and upload (or try) later. Maybe. After I finish my math homework =)&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having an as interesting(for lack of a better word) time then I am =)&lt;br /&gt;I love you Lanceeeekins.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-663116943438703535?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/663116943438703535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=663116943438703535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/663116943438703535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/663116943438703535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/23.html' title='24'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-1759985476914586600</id><published>2008-02-18T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:44:47.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I know I wuold be done, but I just had a thought that it would be cool if I put an actual subject for this blog, instead of just a number like usual. Just to make it different.&lt;br /&gt;But this is the only one.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;Lance, I love you. With all my heart. Forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;That felt....goooood =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is why I shouldn't be left alone with the computer and access to the coffee.  This is the result of the combination of those two things. I blame society. Oh, and guess what else? Burke is having a concert on February 24th so I will tape it for you and put it on here?  Ok, I will. I will aslo videotape me so you can here me kinda talk via computer. If and when I figure out how to make a video of myself, I definately will, because I spied a little button at the top that says "Add Video" right beside the "add Picture" button. So thats what I willo do. Ok, now seriosuly, I am going to bed. Not to sleep. Just bed. Night=P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-1759985476914586600?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1759985476914586600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=1759985476914586600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1759985476914586600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1759985476914586600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8629360415299174809</id><published>2008-02-18T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:40:40.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU LANCEEBABY!&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So that didn't work. It still says its Sunday, even though my clock CLEARLY says 12:35. Damn. So much for me being happy. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty bored right now lmao.  I should be sleeping, but I can't, and I am waiting for my cd to finish being burned. What an incredibly interesting life I - HOLY FUCK ITS A FLYING DINOSAUR, RIGHT OUTSIDE MY WINDOW.&lt;br /&gt;Jk. My life isn't that exciting. But I had you fooled for a minute there, don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I did just get a text message...Wonder who from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS BENJAMIN TAM!&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I lov Ben =)&lt;br /&gt;He made a video for speed skating, and people have to vote. If enough people vote for him, he wins $5000. So vote for him Lance. Therefore, he will also be sharing money with me =) Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ingspeedskatingchallenge.com/video.php"&gt;http://www.ingspeedskatingchallenge.com/video.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His video is Lord of the Olympic Rings&lt;br /&gt;I told him it should have been Lord of the Rink, but he had already submitted his video =(&lt;br /&gt;And his name is Benjamin Tam.&lt;br /&gt;You should go vote for him right now. It would do us both good.&lt;br /&gt;You can only vote 'till February 24th though, so you should probably get on that.&lt;br /&gt;Vote with BOTH of your email addresses =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my CD is done, I can stop rambling now. Goodnight, and good morning Lanceepants =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8629360415299174809?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8629360415299174809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8629360415299174809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8629360415299174809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8629360415299174809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-4225875087304177754</id><published>2008-02-18T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:32:01.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>Oh, and can you please get back to me on anythign you want for your birthday and just in general. Cause your package is being sent like...in a couple of days so I want to make sure it has everything. =)  Thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I also just wanted to write this writen now just so I could have th satisfaction of having a new date appear over this even thgouh its only like 30 minutes after my last one.  These type of things make me happy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-4225875087304177754?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/4225875087304177754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=4225875087304177754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4225875087304177754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4225875087304177754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-1136979678069782553</id><published>2008-02-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:30:12.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>MMMMMMMMMMMM. Step Up 2 has the most amount of abs I have ever seen in one movie (I don't get out much =[ ) But YAY! Every time Black Guy #1 took of his shirt, the entire theatre would GASP at the same time, because he had oodles of abs, and oodles of...well not much else really, but general muscle definition. It was good, and generally accepted by the thetre. In fact, every guy (to me and Jennifers conclusion) was very good looking, even Moose, the nerdy boy (but he was cute, in a, you know, nerdy kind of way). You would have like the hot, sweaty, dancing girls. But me and Jen, we have pretty one track minds while commentating on the entire movie. It was kinda ok, nothing happens except shirtless guys. Its not really realistic either. If that actually happened in real life Girl #1 would have definately been shot because a) she was white, b) she wasn't black, and c) she was just completely against the views of the street crew. Oh, and btw, me and Jen now belong to a crew. It consists of just me and her lol, and we are pretty cool. She can play trombone, so needless to say she can pretty much scare ANYBODY off. Anyways, we had an insanely fun time, and we laughed and joked about everything (oh, and the Narnia sequal thingy is coming out, and we were talking about how the kids in the movie were ugly, and you'd think that they would be cute, or something, but they were actually gross and THEN prince caspian came on the screen and we decided everyone wasn't TOO bad-looking after all). Yeah. You should really come hang out with me and Jen some time. Shes pretty awesome. ON May 21st, we are having and Indiana Jones themed slumber party lmao, cause Indiana Jones is her childhood hero and she said I should be shot for not having seen any of the movies. Therefore, on May 21st we are staying up all night and watching all of the Indiana Jones movies, and then waking up on May 22nd and heading straight to the theatre ot be first in line for the new Indiana Jones movie (which she was SOOOO excited about that she for some reason kept hitting me saying "caillie, caillie look" with this insane smile on her face. it was interesting).&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was an amazing day, and a good movie seeing as how lately movies have made me cry. Hope your having an amazing time in franceland baby. I think of you all the time, and am sill missing you like hell. Cmoe back soon!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever and ever and always babe. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing. I'm personally congradulating myself on having the attention span to write 20 blogs on here. Seriously, thats pretty impressive. Normally I can only commit to things for like, a week, a week and a half at most (the exception being you....and this blog).&lt;br /&gt;Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-1136979678069782553?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1136979678069782553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=1136979678069782553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1136979678069782553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/1136979678069782553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/mmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='20'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-2150984491697385351</id><published>2008-02-17T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:29:11.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>Yay! It's movie with my best friend Jen-nerd-fer time!&lt;br /&gt;We have NO idea what we are even going to be watching, but I shall have to jet out soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the reason I came to blog is because yesterday I came up with some wierd conclusion about myself.It was like, 2 in the morning after watching Across the Universe for the eleventieth time, so I don't actually remember what it was. But I remember it was bad. Hmmm...hopefully I'll remember when i get back from the movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-2150984491697385351?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2150984491697385351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=2150984491697385351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2150984491697385351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2150984491697385351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-731573784503840878</id><published>2008-02-15T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:39:44.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>So basically, I never ever go on Nex anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But today, while talking on the phone to a certain Michael, who won't stop texting and asked me to call him (which I didn't, i lied and said I got the wrong number, forcing him to phone ME instead) I went on my nex account. And guess what I discovered. You and me are the only 60-year old people in France that use Nex apparently. Because I pressed this button called "User" at the top, which I guess matches your profile with other peoples or some shit like that, but YOUR profile came up. So I guess its safe to say you and me are just made for each other =)&lt;br /&gt;(If the internet says it, it must be true)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-731573784503840878?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/731573784503840878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=731573784503840878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/731573784503840878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/731573784503840878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-2559949006417236502</id><published>2008-02-15T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:51:31.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxKHoNbcI/AAAAAAAAABw/i5tBPXu4j84/s1600-h/100_1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167371672370376130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxKHoNbcI/AAAAAAAAABw/i5tBPXu4j84/s320/100_1117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxLXoNbdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hznG8KukB8o/s1600-h/100_1125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167371693845212626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxLXoNbdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hznG8KukB8o/s320/100_1125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxL3oNbeI/AAAAAAAAACA/NOyXbwDXKsI/s1600-h/100_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167371702435147234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxL3oNbeI/AAAAAAAAACA/NOyXbwDXKsI/s320/100_1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxMXoNbfI/AAAAAAAAACI/PutXNUGXSso/s1600-h/100_1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167371711025081842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxMXoNbfI/AAAAAAAAACI/PutXNUGXSso/s320/100_1138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxM3oNbgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8OyohkKvIB0/s1600-h/100_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167371719615016450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxM3oNbgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8OyohkKvIB0/s320/100_1142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167373987357748770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YzQ3oNbiI/AAAAAAAAACg/wcv_ysYtSAE/s320/100_1157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167372050327498258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxgHoNbhI/AAAAAAAAACY/PbfZkFpZ7Nw/s320/100_1163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something is missing...&lt;br /&gt;...you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it will be so unbelievably lonely without your phone calls for three weeks. Goodness. However, I have been very contemplative over the past few days of your upcoming birthday, so I will at least have sometihng to occupy my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a pretty dope book, which has a monster on the cover and says "Hold Me."&lt;br /&gt;Its super cute, but I don't even know what its about, I just picked it up at chapters cause it looked cool and was 4 bucks lol. I'm a pretty big spender =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to go and get some more stuff done, so I will have to jet, then I can tell you about my (not really) exctiing shopping trip today, and about my little text messaging buddy who calls me "hun" and "dear" and wants me to drive out to BC to see him (which will never happen). Goodness, people these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-2559949006417236502?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2559949006417236502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=2559949006417236502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2559949006417236502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2559949006417236502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R7YxKHoNbcI/AAAAAAAAABw/i5tBPXu4j84/s72-c/100_1117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-6123365141090631314</id><published>2008-02-14T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:09:12.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16</title><content type='html'>1. I enjoy the BEAUTIFUL flowers that arrived for me today.  They made me happy.  Your mom is super super nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love talking to you. But I don't love how I didn't have my phone with me yet again for a phone call of yours. But I really missed hearing your voice.  And actually having a conversation with you. I miss you. Not even just you - its a whole bunch of little stupid things which I am obviously not going to admit to miss.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love Valentines Day. Everybody is so damn depressing though. Its all "I hate vday" "valentines sucks" "love is gay" blah blah blah. Which is so stupid. Everybody is loved by SOMEBODY. Sheesh. Just because the person that they "love" doesn't like them all that much back doesn't mean they have to be hatin'. Jeez.  Its not Singles Awareness day, its friggin lets love day =)  So i told pretty much everyone that I love them. Yupp. Just as friends though, so don't get owrried. I just figured that I may as well since everyone was so damn sad. Hell, you're not even here and I figure I had a pretty good Valentines. I mean, at least I talked to you this year, and got flowers and such. Although last years card was cute too.  Anyways yeah, I tried to make everyone happy by spreading my love and such. Because everyone has friends right? And everyone is loved.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love chocolate. And my neighbours were quite nice with buying me chocolate for Valentines day.  They also chauffeur me around town. Yay me and being spoiled by the Charleswood Neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;5. I officially love the song Colourblind by the Counting Crows. Its kinda slow, and I really don't know if you'd like it, but I do.  Its from Cruel Intentions, which is a movie I love but hadn;'t seen it awhile, it was on the tuuube so I decided to indulge myself with the guilty pleasure of eating chocolate alone and watching a movie on Valentines day (filled with love and stuff though, not JUST chocolate).  But yeah, I learnt how to play the song on the piano. It made me happy. Also I wrote another song (lyrics only) and am composing the music for Victorias song (which isn't as happy as my upbeat song =( ). Also, I like the band Idiot Pilot. Kinda, only heard two songs so I'm not judging YET.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tonight I get to watch Across the Universe! Yay me, I have been waiting to watch that movie for SO long.  Today is great.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love you I love you I love you I love you. Happy Valentines Day babe, hope yours was as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It actually was positive, mainly because I put so much effort into making DAMN sure that it was positive, just so I would be able to blog and tell you that it was positive, so that you wouldn't feel bad about not being here. It definately had potential to be crappy, but I managed to keep myself happy like the little fool I am. Missed you terribly sometimes, but pre-occupied myself. Tomorrow, however, I will probably upset. And maybe (but don't tell anyone) cry a little. I just wanted to have a good V-Day for you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-6123365141090631314?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6123365141090631314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=6123365141090631314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6123365141090631314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6123365141090631314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/16.html' title='16'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-2442763150736564961</id><published>2008-02-12T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:11:19.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream that you were shipped off to Bangladesh.  A lot of other stuff happened, and bad stuff too, but all I can seem to remember is the fact that you moved to Bangladesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-2442763150736564961?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2442763150736564961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=2442763150736564961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2442763150736564961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2442763150736564961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-34175354358983536</id><published>2008-02-11T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:46:31.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14</title><content type='html'>Ugh for me and my inability to be able to schedual ANYTHING. Again, I have to keep it short and elaborate later,(which most of the time I can't get around to doing because I am still busy lol).  But I have thursday, friday, weekend and monday off so I should be able to find time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly: I hate myself for missing your calls.  I brought my cell on the ftx, and couldn't answer it the first time.  Because I brought it, it was downstairs charging the other two times you called.  I was just hoping that you would call back on my house phone so I could talk to  you.  It made me the most depressed that night cause I need to talk to you.  I really REALLY do.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly: Daniel Uren makes me angry. And as much as I am having a pretty good time with the people here, and having especially a lot of fun with some of them, Daniel Uren won't leave me alone.  He texted today, so I guess he took that as an invitation to talk to me? :&lt;br /&gt;Uren, D says:i was at cadets and had to make all my answers brief so it probably seemed liek i was being an ass..so let me explain myself before u make a decsion that you and i might regret...are you willing to listen?&lt;br /&gt;c a i l l i e  (!)   missingyou. says: ...go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Uren, D says:ok well the past 2 weeks have been extremely horrible for me and my emotional state has been unbelieveably low to the point where i had to visit the hospital twice because i am had 2 mental/stress related break downs....the thing about me is when someone says something which they would normally not say i take extreme offence to it and it hurts me sooo much ...then i try to get revenge before i try to solve the problem which is one of my down falls...but i know that we can be best friends again and put this bullshit behind us because this weekend i had this get party and just a big relief and i feel re energized and thats why i am trying to get us back together per say...i know you hate me and i know that i am a lousy best friend but i want to be your lousy best friend because our minds are soo alike its not even funny and we are perfect for each other...but i understand and respect your choice i am just hoping that you can reconsider...&lt;br /&gt;c a i l l i e (!) missingyou. says: so you are...apologizing?&lt;br /&gt;Uren, D says:i am pleading insanity...i was off my rocker because off all the shit that has happened in the past 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly: I miss you a lot. And I've listened to your messages a bajillion times.  Honestly, I need to talk to you. SO much has happened Lance (except changing...I'm trying to put that on hold for a little while).  And I really want to hear about how things are going in France. Hopefully I can talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever and ever and ever and always.&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-34175354358983536?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/34175354358983536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=34175354358983536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/34175354358983536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/34175354358983536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/14.html' title='14'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8724063861299956288</id><published>2008-02-07T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:15:26.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>Wow. What a hectic week and a half.  So much has happened!&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to write for the next couple of days cause I'm away (FTX...ugh)&lt;br /&gt;and I'm pretty much booked solid from now until eternity!&lt;br /&gt;Fisrt things first.  Me and Daniels friendship - over. I ended it.  I just COULD NOT deal with it anymore. You have no idea of everything that has gone one, drama wise, just due to HIM.  So I told him he was a bad friend, among other friends, and now refuse to talk to him.  Which has made me feel a lot better inside, and I am alreayd a happier person. Plus, Mike texts me constantly now anyways so I don't need Daniel to be texting. So yeah. he was replaced.&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I have been discussing the definition of love. Its pretty deep. You probably want to know my definition.  But thats kinda too bad. Cause I told him I didn't have a definite one.  It was just kinda everything.  Damnit..I might have just told you. Oh well, I guess theres enough mystery surronding me already!&lt;br /&gt;My classes are officially fucking amazing! But what is MORE amazing is my SWIM AND DIVE. Holy shit, diving is ZE best thing in the entire world. And my instructor said I was le NATURAL so basically I totally own the whole board thing=) Except I'm afraid of dying when diving lol. Gosh, I'm irrational. BUT there is an amazing diver, and I have decided that I want to be just like him. His name is Brandon, and he flips like a bajillion times(perfectly, with perfect pointed toes and form) and then makes a PERFECT landing, with perfectly straight body and the teeny-tiniest splash.  It is insane to watch, and of course the girls like it (that and the obvious abscence of clothes he has to wear lol...I don't think ANY of them could tell you what his face looked like).  We have so much fun though, and me and David have like amazingly funny comversations, like when my top almost flew off (it only went over my head) but David didn't see and then we were just fooling around about how horrible that would be.  Except he has funny armpit hair lol.  The other two people are so funny, and we are insanely amazing as a trio of feminine divers =)&lt;br /&gt;I love it x 5673678460564583246574657843 and think that you and me should probably go swimming as soon as you get back!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Jesse is kinda-sorta-mabe dating Sarah! They said that they were acting all cuddly and couply at school, but whether or not they will stay together will be determined by their one on one date tomorrow =) She will probably want to tell you the rest herself lol. But thats kinda the breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and braces come off really soon. When I get back, I am gonna be one sexy girl for you babe!  And i think you should appreciate all the time I am spending making myself someone worht ocming back too, because I thought about it, and I decided that being sad won't make you want me more, but being someone RICH and CAR-DRIVER-Y and GORGEOUS and SMART will.  And that is exactly what I am going to be for you when you come back. BE PREPARED TO BE AMAZED BABE =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mother wants on to the computer, and this will be that last thing I can write before I have to leave for the next three days.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nd my mom wants you to send her your francenumber and your franceaddress so that we can phone you and mail the letter, cause I got you something els.e&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I miss you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's only been a week.&lt;br /&gt;I love you x infinity + 4657692478657846581745&lt;br /&gt;(which is a lot)&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget me babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8724063861299956288?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8724063861299956288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8724063861299956288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8724063861299956288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8724063861299956288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7240063395073617651</id><published>2008-02-06T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:33:23.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>It's safe to say that you're pretty much all I think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7240063395073617651?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7240063395073617651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7240063395073617651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7240063395073617651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7240063395073617651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-4965621475751873376</id><published>2008-02-05T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:08:48.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11</title><content type='html'>Okie, so I have decided that talking to old friends is the best thing in the entire world. Mike finally has my cell number, so I have been texting him loads =)&lt;br /&gt;It's cool to get in touch, and I am glad that I finally am starting to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I posted more pictures on facebook, cause I don't really feel like posting them on here right now. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-4965621475751873376?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/4965621475751873376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=4965621475751873376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4965621475751873376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/4965621475751873376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/11.html' title='11'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-2655799909350105800</id><published>2008-02-05T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:57:32.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>SO TWO AMAZING THINGS HAPPENED TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1.I DIDN'T GET EATEN ALIVE BY ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;2.MY FACEBOOK IS BACK&lt;br /&gt;So i needn't be all angry and harsh and hatin' anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Except Isabella, I still hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your firsst day of FRANCE SCHOOL went super good.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sure pretty much everyone is in love with you; and if they aren't they should have their tiny french heads examined.  Because you're a pretty likeable guy =)&lt;br /&gt;My day of school (cause I didn't have school yesterday, obviously) was pretty much amazing.  I pretty much love everything about it!  And we had to watch some strange movie in social, and then we just got to draw.  Math is super easy, except we have a dumb quiz on thursday - well all quizzes are dumb, but this one is the first which makes it the most dumber-est.  I had SOO much fun in art today it was insane. And most of the people I know - the cool ones like Jodie and Jen at least, are all doing this online quiz thing. And it is super super hard but I am on level 21 so w00t w00t for me =). Then again, there are 200 levels SO, basically I've given up =)  But drawing mushrooms is insane, and then Ben drew little polka dots, and we generally had a friggin' best class ever, and if I could remember everything I would definately write it.  Unfortunately my memory fails me at the current moment.  I did have a dream last night though, and it involved me and a certain other girl who ended up going to hospital.  It was pretty violent, and I don't want to ruin all your fun in France by complaining again (exspecially after yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, you look like you are having SO much fun =)&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I finally got see all the pictures of you, you look really good! The places that you got to see our absolutely incredible, and I can't wait until I get to see them for myself!  The only sad thing is knowing that it hasn't even been a week yet since you've left, but already I miss you so much.  I'm just glad to see that you are enjoying yourself, and not getting it on with too many frogland females.  When I think of everything that I want to say, I'll make sure to write a blog about it. Probably later tonight though, after the piles and piles of homework I'll be doing, although I must say, I kinda actually LIKE writing on here *shock*.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But don't et that get out in the open kay babe =)&lt;br /&gt;I love you tremendously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-2655799909350105800?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2655799909350105800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=2655799909350105800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2655799909350105800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/2655799909350105800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8552638794610891706</id><published>2008-02-04T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:09:10.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I wrote that I swam behind a girl who flops around like a fish.&lt;br /&gt;But because we are in the water, I suppose being a fish would be good.&lt;br /&gt;So I am just going to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;She's not good.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8552638794610891706?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8552638794610891706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8552638794610891706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8552638794610891706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8552638794610891706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/9.html' title='9'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7505824516715129250</id><published>2008-02-04T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:14:19.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>Ok. So I am sure that there is just oodles of things that I could write about right now.  But I am REALLY not in the mood.  So I will just make some key points, and right them here.  I will probably have time to elaborate after the depression wears off.&lt;br /&gt;1. Swimming is intense.  I must have swam 60 billion laps today.  Then I had my swim cap thing stolen.  I hadn't even worn it yet.  They made up a unique schedule for me of swimming monday and friday and diving wednesday.  So it should be pretty good.  Apart from when I swim, I mainly get stuck behind some girl who can't swim, and just flops like a fish.  I actually had to swim UNDERNEATH her in order to get ahead so I could actually move. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I think I have put a lot on my plate. Yay for juggling cadets, swimming, two part time jobs and school, which consists of two grade eleven courses and two IB courses. Argh.  And after swimming/diving, its right into track and field.  My freet time will go to zilch.  Well, actually it probably won't but at least ONE of the areas of my life will suffer.  Even summer will consist of me taking online courses. Ugh.  If I am even able to move my arms by the end of this week, I will probably just tighten a noose around my head. Except that I suck at knots. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate Stella, ze Facebook Administrator.  Facebook is stupid x 457657843260540786 squared. If only it would just able itself again. Instead of being "suspended till further notice".  ...I hope that we're still in a relationship, even though I had a billion people ask me why it said you were no longer listed as in a relationship. Fuck Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate Isabella Scurfield. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I guess I had more to say then I actually thought.  Whatever. I'm in one of my "moods&lt;br /&gt;".  Hope that you're having a great time babe. I love you more then anything else in the world. Come back soon, its obvious that I can't function without you =( I love you I love you I love you, and don't let my depression send bad negative vibes over to you in France. Smite them away, oh mighty smiter. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7505824516715129250?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7505824516715129250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7505824516715129250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7505824516715129250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7505824516715129250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/8.html' title='8'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-7797242168649805541</id><published>2008-02-04T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:17:02.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>R.I.P. Facebook&lt;br /&gt;So my Facebook account was disabled.&lt;br /&gt;Whoop-di-fucking-do.&lt;br /&gt;I am probably mad enough to throw the computer out the window into the front lawn.&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;But more then likely I will just burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;And reminisce about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And the administrators who deleted my account.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-7797242168649805541?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7797242168649805541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=7797242168649805541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7797242168649805541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/7797242168649805541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-6148015532200549437</id><published>2008-02-03T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:17:25.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>So our television was broken.  And every five minutes it would go out and say "Signal Can Not Be Found" or somethign along that.  But the guys just came and fixed it for us...yay!  I ended up making them about 60 cookies, and butter chicken.  It was fun.  Well, kinda.  Oh, and I started working on a new song today.  It should be better then the last one =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna jet.  I was just bored (Oh gosh, I DO sound like one of those life-less people...) BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-6148015532200549437?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6148015532200549437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=6148015532200549437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6148015532200549437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/6148015532200549437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/6.html' title='6'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-5525777412238163866</id><published>2008-02-03T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:31:42.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>Well, there isn't really all that much that I can say, considering i told you so much of it on the phone today! (That goes to show you how non-interesting my life is without you)&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how much your phone callmade my day; honestly I could hardly sit still for over an hour.  I was so excited, and so happy that everything was perfect for you! Oh, and I was also happy that the Crazy Bitch doesn't really like you; which might make you feel bad, but kinda makes me feel a lot more relieved (I'm a bad person but, what the heck right?).&lt;br /&gt;Theres a lot of things going on here that I guess I could make sound a lot more interesting then they actually are, like the Highland Dancing thing that I went to yesterday.  The Pipe Band that played was Lex's pipe band, but Lex wasn't there. An ex-2137 Bass drummer was though, so that was pretty dope.  He said Lex was a fag, so my heart pretty much connected with his lol.  It was cool to watch the dancing though, because they did these funny things to, like dressed up with huge wigs and outrageous high heels and instead of dancing sang Diana Ross and the Supremes.  And I also got to brag about having a Boyfriend who was a piper.  I always knew it would be handy to have you around on occasions like this!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow begins the first day of swimming and diving!  So needless to say I am stoked and a half for it!  I still need to buy everything for it, I am so unprepared its not even funny!  But I feel so much better about everything just because I have sorted out my entire life and future (and you ARE included in it, so you can't back out now)!!  I know what I want to do, where I want to go, who I want to do it with, and what I need to do to get there.  Now all I have to do is actually DO it and I should be set for life!&lt;br /&gt; I've also been working diligently on your Birthday presently (previously your Christmas present...), so it should be all sorted out and ready to send to you pretty soon.  Its made me look back on a lot, and think about "us" in general.  Its still sad without you being here, but meh, I guess its becoming more liveable.  Knowing that you're having a great time definately makes everything better; and in the long run I think its worth it.  I can't wait to go back to France with you one day, and with my "set-for-life" future I have everything pretty much planned and ready so that we could even afford it.  Right now, we could be self-suffiecient without you even working.  So yeah, I agree, I am getting a little ahead of myself, but it gives me something to do while your gone, so meh.  I might have something else to write about a little later, but really, I think I've already said enough for today.  I can't even think of anything witty or clever to say!  I hope I can talk to you really soon though babe.  And we can make-out like theres no tomorrow when you get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-5525777412238163866?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/5525777412238163866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=5525777412238163866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5525777412238163866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/5525777412238163866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-8769133983016638484</id><published>2008-02-01T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:09:44.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PQXdk2oxI/AAAAAAAAABo/VgA6LjGVwCU/s1600-h/100_0886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162198699391492882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PQXdk2oxI/AAAAAAAAABo/VgA6LjGVwCU/s320/100_0886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PKVdk2osI/AAAAAAAAABA/ClC1SoYdrmY/s1600-h/100_0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162192067961987778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PKVdk2osI/AAAAAAAAABA/ClC1SoYdrmY/s320/100_0896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PKV9k2otI/AAAAAAAAABI/EKD_H1atKj8/s1600-h/100_0899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162192076551922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PKV9k2otI/AAAAAAAAABI/EKD_H1atKj8/s320/100_0899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162189976312914578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PIbtk2opI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RzeiFFtBFRk/s320/100_0868.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Here. I am sure you already know who these fine lovely ladies are, so I don't think there is any need to explain the pictures to you. I took a bunch of pictures while at your house, so I am just going to keep uploading them on here, and maybe a video too, so that you will be able to see them in Frogland. Oh, and the other pictures are of my hair of course, because I didn't get a chance to show you at your house. I look tired, and such in them, I know, but whatever. I'll take loads of pictures while you're away, I promise! I love you forever and always =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162192059372053170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PKU9k2orI/AAAAAAAAAA4/p6YMjqzZ4eE/s320/100_0892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PMUdk2owI/AAAAAAAAABg/aodj7GRO6jU/s1600-h/000_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162194249805374210" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PMUdk2owI/AAAAAAAAABg/aodj7GRO6jU/s320/000_0010.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PMT9k2ovI/AAAAAAAAABY/NJdt8BiiCRc/s1600-h/100_0879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162194241215439602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PMT9k2ovI/AAAAAAAAABY/NJdt8BiiCRc/s320/100_0879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PMTtk2ouI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R4xZkl6kpu4/s1600-h/100_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162194236920472290" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PMTtk2ouI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R4xZkl6kpu4/s320/100_0877.jpg" width="483" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PMTtk2ouI/AAAAAAAAABQ/R4xZkl6kpu4/s1600-h/100_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-8769133983016638484?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8769133983016638484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=8769133983016638484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8769133983016638484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/8769133983016638484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/here.html' title='4'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R6PQXdk2oxI/AAAAAAAAABo/VgA6LjGVwCU/s72-c/100_0886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-505668814254769395</id><published>2008-02-01T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:29:17.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>Eep!&lt;br /&gt;I officially love my school!&lt;br /&gt;And also each and every single living person inside of it!&lt;br /&gt;My social teacher decided to skip class and decided that it would be cooler if we watched the basketball game instead, so of course we did. And guess what!? Our school plays SPRINGBANK school in tournies! Insane, right? Yeah, definately. (And our school owned like 80 to 20 because we know how to use our balls)&lt;br /&gt;Art is an insanely strange class, but its pretty cool. Especially because today Joe was all wanting to come sit with me and Ben and Sam and Evan - because we are THAT cool. There is some super-strange girls in my class..we have 17 girls and 5 guys or something wierd like that.  But me and Ben definately have fun drawing strange drawings of muchrooms. And mine is of course the superior of all mushrooms, because today when everyone elses mushrooms were shrivelly and geriatric, mine was still intact and firm and amazing =P Which goes to show them!&lt;br /&gt;French is officially one of my favourite subjects ever. Except when I am completely not listening to the teacher and come up with smart-ass answers. She asked me what the guy was before he was retired, but the question went completely over my head, so I just said "Young?". But everyone laughed so it was ok.  Even though I looked like a fool because I already knew the answer, I was just ... you know...thinking other preoccupying thoughts (asian porn mostly).  But me and Jen had loads of fun in the class, and Lauren and JR pretty much joked with us the entire class, so it was pretty fun. JR is really funny, but Lauren is nice and super pretty. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Math is good, and I am super happy with it. It is like 1000% easier then I thought, and surprisingly we already finished three lessons in two days - with NO review of last year.  I completely get everything, and my math teacher is insanely nice and super funny!  Shea is in my math class too, so I have an excuse to know his name now, unlike gym class.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's ears look really good! You can hardly tell he had surgery, except that they are all flat and sexy and stuff haha.  His face is the same though, so... JK! Jacob is a pretty sweet guy haha, and the C4U tickets go on sale SUPER soon, and I am pretty much stoked! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a job today, but I won't tell you where. I'll just say that I am taking my drivers ed test Monday (hopefully), and when we go to Ontario I get to drive halfway there. Maybe. If i feel like it.  So by the time you get back, I will be able to DRIVE, and MAKE MONEY, and ACE SCHOOL. Won't you be proud of me =D.  Then again, I have to be someone that worth coming back too!&lt;br /&gt;It still has completely settled on me that you are gone yet, so the whole missing you thing hasn't really sunk in yet.  I mean, I miss you of course, and talking to you, but you're having fun touring Calgary and stuff, and it still feels like you've only been gone a short time (probably because you've only been gone for two days haha =]) I put up a pretty much lifesize picture of you (the football one - cept I scanned it and enlarged it) in our locker, so every day I get to see your oh-so-sexy face and your hot football bod (not exposed, unfortuantly).&lt;br /&gt;No need to say hope you're having an amazing time, because I already know you are.  So just enjoy it babe and don't forget that I am here for when you get back. I love you 'till moon is invaded by giant purple elephantsaurus's and the great JubJub bird becomes extinct!&lt;br /&gt;xo Caillie =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-505668814254769395?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/505668814254769395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=505668814254769395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/505668814254769395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/505668814254769395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/02/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-754932773679340089</id><published>2008-01-31T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:31:20.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>Day One of you being gone, and already it feels like forever.&lt;br /&gt;You will, however, be happy to know that I had an absolutely fantabulariffic day at school today!&lt;br /&gt;So it kinda made me feel like one thousand times better about everything =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm still missing you like crazy, but all we did in Social was watch sports bloopers and talk about hockey, football and other man things. In Math, our teacher said half of the stuff wasn't important so we skipped half of the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;In Art, we drew mushrooms. Which sounds kinda stupid, because it really is. I called mine super mushroom, mainly because it's more super then Bens. And I'm not joking. Its supposed to be some study in realism, but my mushroom (SuperShroom), looks kinda, strange. I put it at an amazingly awesome angle cause i thought it would look cooler; but i was sadly forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;French 20 is AMAZING. We have these cool headsets which allows us to take to people all over the class without moving. And i made a new friend (hes a guy, but don't get worried) who is really funny but also really good at french. Me and Jen had lots of fun...and French will probably end up being my favourite subject this term.&lt;br /&gt;A lot happened today, all in all, but I really don't know how to say it all.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, like I said earlier to you, I fought off a couple of fire-breating asians ( I mean dragons)but really, thats all in a days work at SWC. I just really really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are having mroe fun then I am having.&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-754932773679340089?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/754932773679340089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=754932773679340089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/754932773679340089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/754932773679340089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/01/2_31.html' title='2'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982768527352299864.post-744724337161073279</id><published>2008-01-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:08:13.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Verisimilitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The semblance of reality in dramatic or nondramatic fiction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The concept implies that either the action represented must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;be acceptable or convincing according to the audience's own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;experience or knowledge or, as in the presentation of science &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fiction or tales of the supernatural, the audience must be enticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;into willingly suspending disbelief and accepting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4982768527352299864-744724337161073279?l=lanceinfrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/feeds/744724337161073279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4982768527352299864&amp;postID=744724337161073279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/744724337161073279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982768527352299864/posts/default/744724337161073279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lanceinfrance.blogspot.com/2008/01/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>The Significant Other</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03592066936058352093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_J6fGotWMyxU/R-Bm-RBblrI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mmPSiuKH1tA/S220/n643430150_2514676_5411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
