Huzzuh! I was all depressed because I thought I was going to have to miss the Bellerose graduation this year because I'd be in Europe at that time, but according the grade twelves who work at IGA, their grad isn't until June 28th, and that means that I can go to Lance, Amanda, and Brock's graduation! Wheee! (I'm assuming you'll be there, Amanda, you did say that you were going to the Bellerose grad, and not the Paul Kane one, right?) *Dances* I'm so excited, I'll get to wear my pretty dress again. One of your has to make sure to save me a ticket! *Shakes fist in threatening manner*

Speaking of Europe, I need to start paying that off. I have about half of the tour cost saved up so far, just another three thousand to go, which means more hours at IGA. . . -____- But it's completely worth it! Europe is going to KICK AMAZING ASS! *Brenna and Coleen frolic through Europe causing random chaos and destruction. They end up missing the tour bus while in Germany and send a postcard home with a picture of them locked away in jail and severly beaten from the prison guards who stumbled upon Coleen's swastika necklace which she forgot to leave back at home. Brenna and Coleen die and rot in Munich.*

Jenny has informed me that Chinese New Year is coming up in the next week or so, in which I shall be attending along with the happy Lau family once again this year! I eagerly await the hanging of the sacred lettuce and the throwing of firecrackers at unsuspecting, innocent bystanders with dear James-kun. Muh HA.

Lance and I were talking about how much fun his eighteenth birthday is going to be, simply because he's the last of us to turn eighteen and that means for the first time everyone will be able to attend the fun festivities. While I at first opted for us all to take him to the strippers for his birthday -- the female ones, even though we all know how much Lance would really rather see the naked men, DON'T DENY IT -- but he said he'd rather not. Therefore, we have decided to go more swanky, less skanky. A very cool club and some dancing maybe. Lance claims that he will not dance, but I'm determined to find a way to drag him onto the dance floor. It might involve two or more heavily armed goons with large firearms, I haven't decided. In any case, I look forward to it -- with or without the naked men.

Oh yes, also added Corey's blog to the list. She's the only other person I know who is as much of a crazed Dilandau fangirl as I am. GOOD TIMES!