"So...do you wanna go get deported with me next June?"

Whoever said girls don't eat...

Obviously do not know us...

I felt like we could us some more positive vibes on here...

So it looks like it's going to snow in Gex on Saturday, which is mega exciting for me! Last night we were discussing how people in the UK go crazy over even a dusting of the stuff as it's so rare, and more than a centimetre causes 'SEVERE WEATHER WARNING' bulletins on the TV. The quirks of the English...

Also wondering if any of you guys have any old ski jackets etc that I could buy from you? I really don't want to fork out/can't afford to anyway for new stuff especially when we're really only talking weekends in February!

Also, which one of you is going to volunteer to teach me to snowboard?

Garde votre bananes!

I think I speak for the whole crew when I say that it goes without saying that we're here if you need us in low times, and I know I am for everyone else too. My shoulder's surprisingly absorbent. x

7 Years

This post has nothing to do with Francerland, but I still feel like it is needed. 7 years ago today (Nov. 17, 2001), my life changed forever. I can still recount this day like it was yesterday. I was 16, I went to see the first Harry Potter movie with my parents during the day, then at night I went to my friend's house while my parents went to dinner. While out with my friends, my brother called me and I said I needed to come to the hospital because my parents had been in a car accident. When I arrived at the ER the, I found two of my brothers (one was training for deployment in Texas) waiting for me. A nurse came in and told us that my dad was on life support and we needed to say goodbye to him. It was like I was in a dream, everything from the point on did not feel real. I walked to the room my dad was in crying and yelling at the nurse to not let my dad die. My oldest brother came and got me and took me back to where he and and my other brother were waiting. After what seemed like hours, the nurse came back and said my mom (who was also in the ER) was asking to see me. My oldest brother and I went back to her room, she kept saying she couldn't believe my dad was gone. My dad died two hours after the car accident, my mom remained in the hospital for a week, 5 of the days were spent in the ICU. The doctors didn't know if my mom was going to make it or not.

The emotions that I felt during the next weeks are impossible to describe. I used to cry thinking that I would never hear him speak again. That he would never take me on one of our father/daughter vacations again. Eventually, I accepted what happened, but still everyear November 17th is a terrible day to get through.

Things I missed

Taking advantage of:

Tea with milk as THE NORM - on tap, on rotation, constant supply.

Junk food - Supernoodles.

Cheesecake, being that they've never heard of it in France 'avez vous un gateaux de fromage americain' is apparently a nonsensical question.

Being able to text all my friends for free on my contract, and catching up with them all.

Drinking, and walking around the streets drunk (Tara, Erin, last Friday!)

Folk music - BELLOWHEAD

Curry. Tara I'm really sorry we didn't get round to our lesson! But you learnt my cocoa powder trick for chilli...we can do curry in Gex. Who fancies a curry night?

Love to all, I'll be Gexward on Monday morning. x