Drug Free Like Me --- Have You Ever.

I haven't blogged in a little while.
(deep breath, leans back in chair, cracks knuckles.)

I was sitting in Seminary. We were on an interesting topic. Just when it was getting juicy, a TA for the counseling center walks in, hands Brother Waite a note and taps my desk as she is leaving. By that time, I already knew that the excuse-from-class paper was meant for me. Ahhhh Noooo! I was already sucked in deep into this lesson. Frick. Why don't I ever get pulled out of the lame classes..?? Anyone know? Anyone?
Once I had made it across the "CTR" river's bridge, I started wondering why exactly I was getting pulled out of class...
Ever since Junior High, I never wanted to get checked out or called to the office because I was afraid that someone would be waiting in the counseling center for me to tell me that someone in my family had died. I'm serious. So as I made my way into the hall, I was relieved when I reread my note and noticed that it directed me to the library. Great, because if someone I loved died, I doubt they'd break the news in the library. haha.
Once passing through the security stands in the library, (They beep if you walk through them with an unchecked-out book in hand.. Although I wonder if anyone would really chase after you if you were to steal a book..?) there was a man waiting for me. He took me into a small room and asked me to take a seat as he began rummaging through his man-bag for something. Now I'm thinking, This is odd... And then he turns to me and says, "This is going to be a short Drug Testing that we do randomly for sports teams." Oh, I get it now. So after holding this large spongey-cottonball like- Qtip-looking thing between my teeth and cheek for a few minutes, He takes it from me and sets it on some tray and explained to me that if I resulted POSITIVE for drug use, the tray would turn a certain color. I'm pretty safe to say that I'm not on any drugs.. But something in me was begging the tray to turn colors for my own personal amusement.

HAVE YOU EVER...
- Fallen asleep and completely forgotten where you were when you wake up in the middle of the night? This happened at my sister's apartment in Ogden last weekend. haha
- Had the power go out while you were in the middle of taking a shower? Seriously, Seriously, for me, this is hands down the scariest thing I can think of at the moment. Water pouring on you while in complete darkness..? I don't know, guys. This happened not long ago and I was terrified.
- Given a stranger a ride home? ...In my previous post, I expressed my desire of picking people up. I am now able to say that I've done it. A total of 4 times in the past few weeks. Well..... My mom is going to read this and be Pissed. Hopefully she'll understand my ways??:D
- Ran to the store while in a hurry... power-walked the whole way through, then realized at the register that you just barely didn't have enough cash for everything you planned to get..? Yeah. Sucks.

I recently discover Last.FM. It's my new favorite thing.

One of my very good friends left on his mission about a month ago. He's the first person close to me to have gone. It's such a crazywildcoolamazing thing, missionary work. Devoting 2 years out of a life with no guarantees on how long it will be.. It's amazing.
Along with Spencer, Gabe left too. Joel next, then Zak, then Mitch.
INSANE is the only word I can really use to sum it all together.

... "When we understand that God offers us opportunities for blessings, and blesses us through our own adversities and the adversities of others, we can understand why he has commanded us again and again to thank the Lord, thy God, in all things." -Elder Dallin H. Oaks.

I find myself missing a lot of people right now.

Meow.

You guys, I'm picking up odd urges lately. Let me shed a little light.
- When I drive home from a night drill practice, or driving anywhere during dark hours for that matter, and I see people walking by themselves down the street... I'm VERY tempted to pull over and offer them a ride. Especially when it's cold.
- Wanting to run my hands through others' hair. This actually occurred today, as a matter of fact. I was standing behind this kid in Seminary. Now this kid has some shiny blond hair that's styled into a long, thin shag. Without thinking, my hand started raising towards his hair to touch it. THANK GOODNESS my hand only moved a few inches before I thought. "Jane. What The Weirdo, what are you doing?!" Hahahah. Just so you know, I'm dead embarrassed to have shared that story with you all. Oh Well.
- Whenever someone sitting near me gets up and leaves their seat.. I want to lean over and quickly doodle a stick figure doing something funny on their paper. I wouldn't do it to someone I didn't really know, no way. That'd be a different story...

Dot Dot Dot.

I'M GOING TO WEBER, and that's that:) I'm ready to be done with all of the high school silliness! Me, Marychase, and possibly Samir are planning to go there. We're attempting to pull Cassie over too. College. Next Fall. Purple. Here we come.

I need to write this down before I forget about it.
The other week, I was walking down the hall to the dance room for one of my classes when I clumsily drop my jacket. I pick it up, keep walking... and all of the sudden I hear some guy quite near me say, "Da--, look at that a--." So I'm thinking, "Oh my. Just... keep walking." I walked for a little while longer, afraid to turn around to face the disrespectful creeper.. But I couldn't hold it in any longer, knowing that he was still following me, just steps behind. I turn around to say something, only to find that it was my friend RJ. I let out a sigh of relief knowing it was just him that made the comment. For all of you who don't know RJ, he is gay. That explains my relief when I realized it was him. haha. RJ is as original as it gets. He tells me when I do ugly things in dance and doesn't care about softening up his critiques. If it were anyone else telling me, I'd probably get ticked off. He also started blogging. I want to share his link, hopefully he doesn't mind?? dearworlddiary.blogspot.com

Well, today was the first day that I haven't had noticeably puffy eyes. I've done my share of crying/whining/being-a-baby the past little bit. It's been hard. And people, you should all know better than to ask me loudly in the middle of a crowded room, "HAVE YOU BEEN CRYING EARLIER?? YOU WERE, HUH? WHAT'S GOING ON, WHAT'S WRONG? TELL ME TELL ME, YOU CAN TELL ME!" Tsk Tsk, guys. Way to embarrass me. haha.
I'm pretty glad I'm LDS. It's been a big help for me in a situation such as this.
I'm having a hard time changing my Facebook "Relationship Status."
I think I'm alright to say that I've accepted that it happened.. But I can't bring myself to change anything.
So if you're still confused about whatever the heck I'm talking about... Yes, world. I find myself single again.
It kind of sods all.

Low In Quality.

Well.

feeling about this big.
too loud|too bright|too much.

-got the call Friday evening:
how will I break the news to you?

I'm heartbroken.
You're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.

B-A-N-A-N-A-S!... Tardies... Weak arms.

Man, I've been on a banana high. I crave bananas. I have one for breakfast sometimes, I get one from the cafeteria, I eat them with my dinner... because just like rice, bananas seem to compliment everything. To me, at least.

Heck Of.
I've developed a talent of swatting those quick little fruit flies mid-air with my hands! I rarely miss. Aren't you proud of me?

--May there be no racial offense taken in this next paragraph:)--
Dear students of Granger High...
There is Nothing that irritates me more than the following:
-When poly kids CHASE each other while laughing hysterically down the hall, carelessly hitting people in the process. Grief.
-When the Mexicans just STAND in the middle of the hallway talking between classes. Not quite the best place for conversation. This goes for the people who crowd around the bottom of the stairway too. Sheesh!
-Slow walkers. This'll have to be my number one pet peeve. Ok, I know I walk a bit faster than the average girl, but daaang, Geena. You may not care about being late, But I Do.

I just made a connection.
All these new little fruit flies are probably around more on the cause of my new-found love of Bananas. hahah. Could that be the case??

Every other morning, I wake up for Drill practice a little after 5. I get myself ready, put my school clothes together, and stress that I leave 15 minutes before 6am so that I won't have to worry about being tardy.
-- Then there's the days that I don't have drill. You better believe I'm always late. I usually pull into the parking lot 10 minutes after the first bell.
Myyy Error.

Speaking of being late.
The other morning, I was rushing to get to the school from the parking lot so that I could attempt to beat the bell. Well as I was power-walking and weaving between the cars, I passed a white Honda. I noticed that it's lights were still on, with no one inside. I continued walking without much thought.
Kept Walking..
Kept Walking..
Crap. Alriiiight.
I turn around and walk back in the direction of the white car.
I rip open my pack-pack and hastily grab a pen and paper and write down the license plate number so that I could turn it in into the office.
I'd feel so bad if someone came out to their car to find that their battery had died over their simple mistake... but I'd feel especially terrible if I had seen that same car earlier and not done anything.
I get inside the main hallway and the bell had already buzzed. Frick! So I'm like. "Why do you have to be so kind?" haha. jk.
I turn the license plate number into the nice lady with brown hair and feel accomplished with myself.
I walk to class. Walk to my seat. Give Mr. Pace a head nod.. (Oh yeah, Me and Mr. Pace are good pals. We nod at each other and thas whassup.)
--I had a class outside later that day, so I made a stop at that car on my way out. Sure enough, It's lights were off. Hooray!

Isn't it funny how attitudes have influences on other attitudes? Something preeeetty crazy happened Monday morning at practice. It needed to happen though, I think... Because everything feels better and together now. Iloveyou,team.

A while back, for one of my dance teams, we were supposed to receive our Sweats one day. But the lady that delivers them to us couldn't make it.
I asked Adeena, "Where is she?"
A: "Her son died, she won't be coming."
Me: "??!!"
The lady that gives us our clothes doesn't seem that old, her son is fairly young.. He is maybe in his early 20's. When I found out what had happened, I felt so strange. Just about a week before that, I met him for the first time when he was helping his mom deliver our drill outfits. It made me feel so odd knowing that someone that had made an appearance in my life, for only a few minutes, was GONE.. That the young, healthy looking person I had just seen was now being lowered into the dirt.
It made me remember how fragile life is.
I'm praying for that lady. Hopefully she'll find some comfort.

Part of Halloween was spent at a family party at the Stott's. There were fun little activities for all the children. There are a LOT of children.. or at least there are in comparison to my own family. While wandering around the happy atmosphere, I had Jon's Sister's child, Isaac, propped up on my hip for a little while. He has a sweet little face and "floofy" light blond hair. He's adorable!
Alright, Angela. Let me just say, and I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but parts near my armpits and lower back were a little sore the next day. Now, It's not that I'm not in decent shape. But man, having a kid has got to be tough beans physically. haha. I admire you, you muscular mommy, you.

Wedding Donuts. Oldies Love. Lemony Stott.

1. I eat the ends of loaves of bread because I feel bad that no one wants them.
2. About a quarter of the pictures in my phone were taken of people without them being aware.
3. I'm afraid. Of a lot of things. A lot of the time.
4. I eat a lot of cereal. It's best when it's really really soggy from chocolate soy milk. What Of It??
5. Yesterday I took a total of 3 hot baths throughout the day.
6. Lately, I really want to get a dog. But only if it's a pretty one... Yeah, I'll be shallow about it.
7. My dad says that bald is beautiful.


I'm allergic to dairy. All Dairy. It's a little depressing for me to know that I won't be able to have my wedding cake shoved in my face at my reception...Cuz that looks like a lot of fun.
Well, I don't know, should I even have a cake there at all? Should me and my new husband have something else instead, considering my circumstances? Or would that be selfish of me?
Would it be cool just to have a huge display of glazed donuts, arranged and piled in the shape of the Salt Lake Temple? hahahahha.
Half of me is joking.

I don't want to turn to a tub of jelly once I've graduated and Drill will be over with...
So I'm thinking of joining Elite afterwords. Or simply just taking a Jazz class at SLCC. I mean, when you dance as much as I do in high school, not continuing in any way would be really sad. I guess We'll see what happens.

Temperance has a lot to do with Self Control. Well... That's pretty much what it is, Controlling human appetites, right? After hearing a talk a few Sundays ago, I've just felt the need to really improve myself in that area.
With that said, I've gotta bring this about... Is it wrong that I'm consistently looking for the faster way to get to things?
I just crave instant gratification. During one of the Conference talks last Sunday, I took away from it that Patience is another form of Self Control.
So maybe if I'm just a little more patient in all that I do, I'll grow. Maybe letting everything take its own time and running its own course could be a good thing.

Not too long ago, I discover a man named Bren Bataclan. He's been leaving his quirky little creature paintings all over the world in conspicuous places for people to find and pick up. He attaches a note to his paintings that says something along the lines of, "This painting is yours for free if you promise to smile more at random people."
I think that that is really cool. Check it out at BATACLAN.com.

My sister is a respiratory therapist. Also known as an RT. (oh, grow up. haha) Anywho.. She was working with a patient, Darla**, that was attached to a ventilator. Since she's got a breathing tube shoved down her throat, she's not exactly in the best of speaking conditions. Let me tell ya, from what I hear, Darla was Not a happy camper. I guess when my sister was suctioning out the mouth slime & grime to remove the tube, Darla was swatting at Jenelle's arms and hands. Poor elderly lady, I can see it now. My favorite part of the story was that since she couldn't talk, she would get my sister's attention, look her straight in the face, and slowly mouth swear words at her. hahahaha. I think me and Darla would get along.
**name has been changed. (Sorry, couldn't resist)

My mom's birthday is on the 10th.
Jenelle and Tim came over so we could celebrate it a few days early. Where did we go?.... Dun Dunna Nuhhh!!! Golden Corral. (chuckles to self).
There's something about buffets that kind of weirds me out. Just all of that food... Just sitting there telling you that "You Can Have As Much of Me As You Want."... I'm not even sure how to explain it. I'm failing miserably. Maybe someone out there will understand my odd fear of buffets. Well, it's not that I'm afraid of them.. uhhh.. Nevermind.
But I digress,
As I was waiting behind a short n' stout, white-haired woman for the onion rings, I fell into a stare at this man, not 7 or 8 feet away. He was obviously Very plentiful in years, and had the most wrinkles on his face and neck I had ever seen. In My Entire Life. His adams apple was protruding quite far and it was interesting to watch it slide up and down when he'd swallow or mutter something.
I really liked something about this old man.
Moments later, I watched the white haired woman that was standing in front of me walk to him and link her arm with his before they walked back to their table together.
I dunno, guys... but It Made Me So Happy.

After the Night Forum at Granger Thursday night, I just really had the urge to go and visit Jon's mom. Since Jon is up at Utah State, I don't really see Susan so often anymore. I was over there for about an hour and a half. We talked about a lot of things, looked at a lot of family pictures.. I was just enjoying myself.
During Conference sessions, family members in the Stott home make soap bars that are shaped like actual lemons. They smell incredibly lemony too:) It's REALLY cool lookin. She was so kind to give me one. I'm going to cherish it. haha.
I really liked something that she told me about Patriarchal Blessings though, I think it's going to be something that will stick with me forever.
Susan is an all around beautiful person.

...Hmm. Thought for the Sunday.

Breakdowns create breakthroughs.
Things fall apart so things can fall together.
- Napoleon hill said that "in every adversity lies the seed of an equivalent or greater benefit."

...Sometimes we slip into complacency. When things go well, it's easy to 'coast'. Feeling content with life is good, but we shouldn't necessarily be satisfied with just that. Not too many of us out there are as good as we could be, and for that reason, we shouldn't be appeased with our current standings.
A break-down, big or small, may be just what we need to Stimulate us, Shake us up, and Create the change we need in our lives.


As weird as this may be... I've never watched Conference before.
And Gosh.
I've been missing out.

One, Two, Three, Four, I declare an... Arm Wrestle?

I had an incredible urge. An urge to buy reading glasses. Did I have a perscription? No. Did I even need glasses to start with? No. Did that matter to me? Oh, Of Course Noooot:)
So I hopped into Grace (who was fixed the other week, by the way), and drove myself to the nearby store. I walked over to where the glasses were, spun the little display shelf around and picked out a few pairs. After trying on the 2nd pair, I suddenly felt embarrassed. Planning to buy unnecessary glasses suddenly made me feel really childish. So I put the 4 pairs back and left the store, thinking to myself, "Good Job, Jane. You overcame the temptations of fancy glasses once again."
Ohh Yeahh. This was not the first time.


My Mom's Job Is Baaad.
She works from home and she's the lady that picks up the phone when you call the 1-800 numbers to buy things from infomercials. In the Summer, I used to come home from drill around 10am, Exhausted, mind you, and lay on her bed and listen to answer calls. "Thank you for calling 'Your Baby Can Read,' my name is Jona and this call will be recorded for accuracy, May I continue?" Haha.
I never really noticed my Mom's slight accent until I listened to her talk on the phone.

Homecoming was this week and I was deathly ill.. That's right. On ma death bed.
Ooook not reeeeally, just feeling a bit under-the-weather.

Friday night was the Football game against Hunter.
When 2nd quarter starts, All of the Excaliburs have to leave the stands and go to the dance room to get ready for the half-time performance. (We change into costumes, stretch, and go over the routine a few times.) Being RUSHED is just something that comes with being on a drill team. And while under rushed circumstances, No one has time to cover up while changing or to Run to the bathroom to take off their bras/undies... I'm just saying. When you need to hurry, and you are all straight females, no one really cares about who sees what.
I've been on drill 3 years. With give or take a few.. about 20 members each year.
All in all, I've seen about 50 Butts. 50... of that Other body part... and 100 chests.
hahaha. Oh it's just too funny.
It's not that I look intentionally, No, That's definately not the case, But sometimes you turn around while taking a shoe off or something and KaBam!


Every time I go to Michaels, the craft store, I go to one specific spot.
The Fake Flower Aisle. (Cue confettie and marching band)
And everytime I walk through that aisle, I take a few flowers and leave with them right in my hand. I know the Gay Cashier man sees me... but he never says anything. No one else seems to notice. or care.

OK, I've just got oooone question.
When you leave a tip on the table, who picks it up? The waitress or the busboy?

I've noticed, and am sorry to admit, that I tend to eat more politely at home than in restaurants. Alright, maybe it's not the eating that's the sloppy part, just what I leave behind. I always leave messy little remnants of my dinner around the plate. Nothing huge like a dollop of barbeque sauce or a smear of mashed potatoes, just like... little slices of onions, or chicken finger crumbs. Does anyone else have this same habit? I probably wouldn't make such messes at home.

Speaking of habits, Me and my Jon are breaking bad habits together:)
But I won't be telling you what they are.
.... ok Fineee. I have vowed to not bite my nails. It's a filthy habit that I've had since I can remember, but it's time for it to go.

This last Sunday, I was up in Ogden for a friend's Farewell talk. It went really well.
Afterwards, there was a little lunch prepared back at my friend's house. I've never really had potato salad before... but I had it there. Let me tell ya, it's the weirdest thing I've ever tasted.
It didn't take too long before Jenelle ditched me and I decided I was bored with Derek. I looked around the backyard where everyone was. I was literally Scanning the place, area by area, looking for a little entertainment. NONE. So then I did something that I do in many boring situations. It's weird. I know. Oh well.. I go into the bathroom and sit on the counter or the edge of the tub for a few minutes. and Wait. That's it. I just wait around. For some reason, doing that seems to pass time faster than making small talk with people.
Moments later, I walk out of the bathroom to find 3 people waiting in line. The 2nd girl looked pretty anxious. Hahaha.
Once I had returned to the backyard, I found Derek and we went to sit under an umbrella-covered table. (hmmm. I think I made that sound like we were sitting under a table. But you get the point. The table we were sitting AT, not UNDER, had an umbrella above it.) Good greif, I should've just erased that first sentence and told you correct facts about the table instead of going and writing all of that durn in the parenthesis above. Now I've just wasted even more time! ANYWAY! When me and Derek sat down at the table, I was like. "Arm wrestle, you game?" He agreed. We began. He failed, I won. "Rematch!" Again, He failed, I won. "One More! and this time I get to use both hands!" Surprise... He failed:) He then leaned back in his seat and said slowly and quietly..."You're so muscley, Janessa......" It made my day complete.

Stalker Files. Slow little girls. Brand New.

The Best = Your phone rings.. Who Could It Be? Eek! Your personal stalker. Now, in a situation like this, you have the beautiful option of setting your phone down on the table and watching it vibrate in circles while your Creeper Caller gets your voicemail.
The Worst = Stalker calls from an unknown number. Girl gets excited to see a curious new number and answers call. Well......
Girl is now basically screwed.
--Have you ever gone to great lengths to ignore someone? I sure have. I've gone to incredible lengths! Ok, maybe not incredible lengths, but I think it'd be safe to say that I'm a pretty good Avoider.

I heard the funniest little thing come out of Kenadee's mouth the other day. Here's how it went.
"-I'm thirsty! -And I'm Friday. Let's get together Saturday and have us a Sunday."
Haahah. Has everyone on this planet already heard that one except for me??

Although I fear I won't be able to explain it very well and will just end up leaving the impression on you that I'm plain stupid, I now have something ridiculous to shove into your pretty little mind.
-- Take your hands, and put them together by interlocking your fingers. It feels normal, right? Because your hands are both the same size and they already fit, riiight?? But when you hold hands with other people.. Have you ever wondered what it feels like for the other person's fingers to be intertwined with yours?? What does your hand feel like to someone else?

There are 2 things that I cannot tolerate.
1. Rude behavior in a man. (haha)
2. Driving behind an Asian.
I'm an Asian myself, but DANG. The true oriental oldies are terrible drivers! They signal left and go right, drive ATLEAST 10 under the speed limit, and brake at unnecessary random times.
My dear AJ friends, if this applies to you, Please just stay home on your pretty Asian-smelling couches and drink your delightful Asian tea:) (Jason, you're an exception.)

The other week, I went to my little brother's Cross Country meet at Jefferson Jr. High. The sky was ever so slowly growing grayer and grayer... An obvious warning for rain. Me, Ma and Howard grabbed a few umbrellas and headed out to where West Lake's runners were. Then we found some little area on the grass that wasn't already occupied by obnoxious little junior highers.
BAM!
A clap of thunder boomed followed shortly by a downpour of rain.
Since Ma's health must come before my own, she got to wear my warm little jacket. (Pulls a gritted smile.) It. Was. Freeezing.
So there the three of us were.. Sitting out in the middle of a field of grass in the middle of a rain party. About.. ehh.. 3 or 4 minutes later, Ma and Howard ditched the open wetness to go stand under some roof thing. But I didn't get up to follow them. I stayed sitting on the grass, about 4 inches off the ground in my little beach chair with a crappy umbrella over my head. All was well, despite the freezing coldy cold wind.
I was about to get up and leave too, when all of the sudden... Some little girl that was about to start her race runs up to me, throws an armful of clothes at me, and as she's running away yells at an alarming speed, "Willyouholdtheseformeuntili'mdone? Kthankyou!!" I was stunned. Frightened almost.
After like 20 minutes, that darn little child finished her race and came to get her things. FINALLY!! And let me tell you this, she was Not a fast runner.
After that, I was shaking so I decided it was time for me to Cowardize to some shelter. I stood up, grabbed the silly chair I was on, and found my Mommy. She then pushed on my right shoulder to turn me back around so she could see my back. She laughed and said, "You're soaked." Poor little Jane. It was so cold out there that I seriously had no idea the entire back of my thin light blue shirt was soaked through. Oops.

Hahaah. I just need to say this. My parents are married. They are together. I usually refer to them as "Ma and Howard," I know, But Howard is indeed my Dad. I guess that by consistently calling him by his first name may make it sound like he's my Step-dad or something.. But that's not the case. Howard Dapp is my true Father.

Do you think there's such a thing as a Bad Person?
I've asked myself this before, but I've just gotten real deep into thought about it today. What's my answer? It can't be true. At All. I believe that every person out there has Something in them, in some it may be deeper than others, but each person has at least a pinch in them that means well. "I am made up of hundreds of thousands of flaws, all sewn together by honest, good intentions." Doesn't everyone else see themselves this same way, despite what other opinions people may have?

Sometime in your life, you've dropped/lost a possession of yours that you truly loved.
But what if someone else picked it up/found it, and felt incredibly lucky about it? What if it made their day? ...Or what if it was just something that they Really needed to come across at the time and your lost object helped them out? - Thoughts like those make me not mind as much when I lose things in public.

Brand New's new songs from their album Daisy are AMAZING. I love it. I recommend you check em out.

Clifford, The Massive, Red Monster... and Pilfering Artificial Clouds.

I'm not going to lie.. If a shiny suited man and his skimpy skinny little assistant showed up at my door with a 2x5 sized check with 1 mill dollars written on it... All my problems would be solved.

In my Psychology class, Mrs. Gaskins occasionally plays music for us while we work. During our last class, as I was coloring my freshly drawn Neuron diagram, I watched her put a CD into the Stereo.
Good Grief.. It was the Original Mamma Mia! Soundtrack. Without much thought, I began tapping my foot. I surprised myself when I realized I knew every word to the majority of the songs. Bahah. Am I a nerd or what?

Sometimes when I finish work in class early, and I'm Extremely bored, I turn the Bluetooth in my phone on. Once it's on, I press 'Search' and my phone finds all the other Bluetooth Enabled phones in the room. Then they all show up in a list on my phone. My phone's Bluetooth's search name is just Jane. But some people have WAY goofy ones. Then the entertainment comes about and I look around the room trying to figure out and match which of these girl's has the phone name of "~*GiGgLezZ:]*~".
HAHA.

I'd like to take a short moment to discuss Clifford, The Big, Red Dog.

- First of all, what was it that made him so red and so massive? Corrupted genetics and cells? Abnormal mammal breeding? Who knows.

- Emily Elizabeth and her family must be freaking loaded. It has got to be costly having him as a pet. Clifford's dog house is Much larger than their own. And how do they feed that animal? What does he like to eat? Maybe I'm being judgmental, or maybe the books/cartoon just didn't want him to seem frightening... But if i owned a HUGE creature like Emily Elizabeth does, I'd assume he'd enjoy a nice big bowl of large wildlife animals.

- On the bright side, he'd never get lost.

- A quick funny story... Me and Derek were watching Clifford on PBS. I hadn't seen it in Quite some time so I asked, "Does Clifford speak in this show at all?" And Derek replies, "Yeah! and Did you know that he originally spoke German?" Now you need to understand that Derek is a very serious kid whom I'd never doubt.. So I was suddenly awestruck and questioned him more on the matter. He proceeded to tell me that Clifford was originated in Germany and that Marvel Comics bought him from the original illustrator. Then after being owned my MC for a short amount of time, Norman Bridwell adopted the character and began a series of children's books based on the Big Red Dog. Yeah... I Totally believed him.

- Before John Ritter passed away, He voiced in for Clifford in the tv show. Cool, huh?

The other week, my main sister Cassie had a health scare. As we were running our usual 2 miles, she was complaining about a pain in her side. We figured it was just a side ache... but Nooo. Two nights later, She was being kept in Pioneer's ER getting her blood drawn and tested for something with her Appendix.. (I never found out the true cause, actually. I'm a terrible friend.) But she's fine now:) Anyway!
While she was at Pioneer at 1AM, they gave her the option of staying the night or coming back in about 6 hours for results. (She chose coming back later.)
So Cassie Bowles, being the trouper that she is, came to Drill the next morning. Of course she didn't dance, but it just meant a lot that she came at all. The first thing I noticed when I saw her was that she had a Fat Wrap around the middle of her arm.
-"Cass. What is that?"
-"Oh, I still have the IV needle in my arm underneath this."
Haha... What The Heck, right? I guess she had to keep it in until she would return to the clinic. Who knows why.
The needle was in her right arm. (The top-side of her elbow.) The nurse told her that she could still bend her arm a little and whatnot, but Cassie was too scared to.
--This next part's kinda silly.
In the locker room that day, I was curious about how Cassie would have to go about things with just one arm, so I tried getting ready without bending my right arm at all. Brushing my teeth left handed wasn't so hard, but there was no way I'd be able to do my hair. So...I gave up:)
Cough... I give Mad Props to all the One-Armed people of this world.

I've got a big problem.. with stealing.

Stealing.. Hotel PILLOWS. It's not very nice, I know. But man, after spending a night on those Crystal Inn "fluffy clouds".. It's impossible not to be tempted to take one.. or two.. home with you. I now have 5 swindled pillows in my home.

Square Minded Mothers and Reading Barbies.

I enter the kitchen around 9 and it's almost a guarantee that I'll find my Mom eating a big plate of something. Not a plate of SOMETHINGS, just a plate of one thing. She's Funny That Way. A Big majority of the time, it's watermelon that's been cut into square chunks. Oh, by the way, She talks on the phone with my sister Constantly. Whenever she is on the phone and eating her watermelon, I always steal her fork when she sets it down to chew/talk. The funny part of it all is that it's like her mind doesn't register that I've swiddled her fork. She just continues to eat her watery fruit with her fingers like nothing ever happened to her choice utensil.
Silly Unaware Mommy Dearest.

Daaang. After school I'm usually Way tired and all I want to do is take a blissful little nap. But around 3 or 4, the sun is just Blaring Heat through my window (my windows face West). It heats up my bed covers/blankets/pillows, putting my room under impossible happy nappy napping conditions. Frick. I guess I could just plop myself down on the couch... But that's nothing compared to the comfort of one's own bed.

HAHA. I have Got to tell you a story that happened to me at the beginning of Junior year. (Which was last year.) I was sitting in Mrs. Fockel's class with a red sweater, it was the last period of the day, and the End-Day Announcements were coming on. Ok, now that class is usually really quiet, since Fockel was insane, but we had a sub that day. And everyone was unnaturally rowdy. I don't remember what it was, but there was something in the announcements that day that I knew I needed to hear. So, being my timid little self, I tilt my head and let out a loud, "SHH!"
Here's comes the part that still makes me chuckle to myself.
A fairly large black girl was sitting behind me and I hear her say, "Did that bit** in the red right here just Shush me?" I knew she was talking about me, But she obviously wasn't aware that my 'Shh' was directed to the general class as a whole. She continued, "Oh I Know that girl did not just shush me. Oh heellll no. I will bust some if I ever here shi* like that." If you know me personally, you would've figured by now that instead of being frightened, I was trying my hardest not to laugh. Was this girl being serious? I Hope I Won't Offend Anyone Who Is Reading This, but she was talking like a true sista straight outta the hood.
--And no, I didn't "meet her at the flagpole at 4", no punches were thrown, I even left without getting a wedgie! Life is Gooood.

Holly Molly, I have the most wrinkly hands in the world.
Ask to see them sometime. I'll show ya.

My Aunt Barbara is the best aunt in the world. She's actually the only aunt that I have on my dad's side. She's like a 2nd mother. I love her very much and I'm afraid that she doesn't know it. Me and Barb have a lot in common, but you wouldn't be able to tell that if we were standing side by side. It's just that we think a lot a like, which I think is realllly special. Do you know anyone who has a thought process that's very similar to your own? If you do, you should know what I mean. It's just kind of cool.
Aunt Barbie loves to read. Even more than I do. And I am BIG on reading. This last weekend, she brought me a plastic bag filled with books. (7 or 8, maybe?) "I thought you might like these, I'm done with them all." That woman is a Saint.

Along with this site, I have a Facebook, a MySpace, and Hotmail.
...and I just recently realized that I have a different Password to log in for each of them.

Plumbing Capers. Unsettling Humor. Long Lines of Life.

(Diiing Dooong) "Hi, my name is Jane, you wouldn't mind if I stepped inside and borrowed your shower, would you?"
Haha. I may have to do this sometime this week. But with a friend's house or something. (There's no telling what situations I could set myself up for by asking this favor of a stranger!)
Well, Here's the story. Last night as I came home and walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by tons of wet clothes laid out on my kitchen table/counters. Of course my first thoughts were, "Why the sod??" This morning, ok.. ok. This Afternoon, my mom came and woke me up and while she was there I asked her what the deal with all the wet clothing items was. Apparently our entire water system/drainage went stupid last night and when my brother was draining his bathtub water, the drain backed up and flooded our basement/washer room, and we had a couple baskets of newly washed clothes sitting on the floor that got decently soaked. BUUUUHHH!!!

Saturday night, Jon was back in West Valley for the weekend. I was Very happy to see him. Me, him and my mom were eating Filipino foods called Pansit and Lumpia (basically Flip noodles with chicken and egg rolls with beef), and I look over at my mom's expression. Whenever Jon is over, my mom is extra lively and happy it seems. haha.
- A quick story. My mom is a funny lady. In America, when something out of the ordinary happens or we see something that takes us by surprise, the general thing to do would be to exclaim, "Oh, ship!" or "Holy cow." ... ya know? Well my mom always says a short phrase in Tagalog, a Filipino language. (I won't be telling you the phrase because you would probably go and translate it through Google Language and we'd all be in a tizzy.)
Anyway... her little phrase, when translated, means something pretty nasty. She never uses it in situations where it would actually correctly apply, she just uses it for an exclamatory remark. Jon has heard her say this phrase many many times, but we didn't want him to find out what it meant. But he got sneaky and remembered the phrase, probably guessed on each words spelling, and got it translated by Google. I was so mad. haha. Then my mom found out that Jon learned the meaning and she was extremely embarrassed.
--But Back To My Story About Having Jon Over For Flip Food.
We were sitting there eating and Ma says, "Jon, now that you know that meaning, we have to adopt you into the family!"
I took the reins (to try to save myself from a little embarrassment because I knew where she was going with it) and turned to him and said, "I guess we're brother and sister now! heh heh."
Then he gave a little chuckle and then Ma continues to say, "Or we could adopt you into the family another way." Then she turns and winks to me. Golly Grief, she sure knows how to make a girl feel dorky. Good thing Jon is already relatively used to her goofiness.

Tonight, me and Jason are going to see Matt & Kim in concert. If you've never heard of them, I Recommend you look them up. Look up the song Daylight or the song Lessons Learned. They're really fun and their poppy dotty sound will make you want to shake your head.

Off the top of my head, I can think of two small things that make me giddy.
1.) When you say something that you've put a lot of thought into, and someone says, "Hey, that was great, where did you get that?" and you get to feel all accomplished as you reply, "It's just something that popped into my head."
2.) Gosh, I love finding out when people know my name. I know a lot of people's names without knowing them personally at all, and I always just kind of assume that they don't know mine. But when I find out that they know who I am as well... Well gee. It's oddly flattering. hahha.

Life Is Just a Matter of Waiting.
I'm constantly feeling like I'm waiting for something, but I don't know what it could be.
I'd like to find out soon though.

Smile for the Carpet - Magic Steps - Blind Mice.

"Party tonight Pitch @ leas $3 fro food 2633s3560w street acros prkway park tat goes in2 nayborhood then turn L go straight till the T intersctn, house on corner"
--That, my good friends, is an actual text message that I received last Friday night. I didn't even realize that people my age still talked like that!
But I must admit that I went through an illiterate phase during junior high.. and I am not proud of it. The other day, I found a few old notes that were passed between me and a boy from 8th or 9th grade. My eyes were immediately drawn to the silly loopy penmanship and all of my "khehe"s and "jkjk lol lol"s.. it just kind of made me feel embarrassed.
- Did we all used to do that??

Haha, I bet the titles of all my blogs make them seem like they'll be more interesting than they truly are.

Greeeat Gatsby, this is the first week of school!!
Picture day was Today.
I made a quick stop in the bathroom to make sure everything was looking decently normal, and headed into the auditorium. (Which, by the way, was like 90 degrees.)
Ever since my cousin Alex took her Granger Senior picture for the yearbook, I've been excited to take one of my own. But as I headed onto the stage, I couldn't help but feel somewhat letdown once I realized it wasn't as special as I had imagined. I approached the Dresser lady as she held out that terrible blue shawl thing that we all have to wear. I've always thought it looked so classy in the pictures. But now that it was my turn, I took a quick overall observation of the shawl and was instantly reminded of a dusty clothy blue carpet.
- We can't have it all, huh?
So then it was my turn to be picturified and I point to the upright rectangle box seat and ask, "Just here?" ..and the photographer says, "Yep, just sit right there, Beautiful."
Pardon me for being curious and/or suspicious about every little detail in life, but do you think that he calls every girl Beautiful before they are photographed as a pre-picture confidence booster?

I've noticed that whenever someone starts cracking their knuckles in class, someone nearby that person begins to do the same. And I, Janessa M. Dapp, am guilty of following the crowd. Ooohwee, It's Contagious! (Wiggles fingers in excitement.)

Ok, this next part may get slightly confusing..
But I really want to tell you about something that I am very very excited about:)
Every person has their very own scent. No one in the world has the same one as them. (Some more pleasant than others.) Personal Identity Specific Smells. PISS. (haha. I'm sorry. The immaturity will stop Now.) AS I WAS SAYING...
When a girl and a boy get married and move into a new place of their own.. an entirely New smell is developed! (Does excited little jig) And then that smell is just a unique as the two scents were before they were combined. For that sole reason, I can't wait to get married so that I can earn myself an exciting new scent. -And for Pete Sakes, I know it's near impossible to smell your own smell, but I'm determined about being able to smell my new scent. Determined.

This weekend, I stayed with my sister and her husband up in Ogden. I went there on the Front Runner train. It's a UTA kind of thing. After like 8 minutes of searching for the silly ticket machine around the Stop, I entered the train. The first thing that I noticed was that to the right of the door that I entered, there was a small flight of stairs. You know what, my good friends? Stairs mean one thing. There's something more magical than your current "1st floor" standings... just a few steps away. So of course I traverse up them and what do I find? Another Flight:) By now I was chuckling alone to myself at the unexpected fact that that many stairs all fit into that little train. I felt like a loser, mind you.
-- That Sunday, I went to this guy's Farewell with Tim and Jenelle.
There is a guy in Tim's mom's ward that is blind. But apparently he is a big hoot. They told me about how whenever he's talking to a girl, he has this routine with his friends where one of them will interrupt the blind guy's conversation with a girl. Once he has acknowledged that his friend is there, he asks him, "What time is that thing on Tuesday?" (Just for a cover up.) And according to however cute the girl is, his friend will say a time. For example, if the girl was extremely fair, the friend would say, "Oh.. It's at 11." But if she wasn't as attractive, he'd say, "1 o'clock..." and at that point, the blind guy would either stay hanging around or detach. HAHA. How sad, but Terribly Terribly funny.

Ohh yeaahh.
I can't get enough of Regina Spektor.

Dancing Betches, Spinach Teeth, & So Long, Farewell.

"We are the he-man woman haters, we feed girls to alligators!" Little Rascals is probably the cutest movie ever. I watched it not too long ago and it really brought me back to my childhood days. I never really remembered all of the cast members being so tiny.

Lets Catch Up a Little, Shall We?
After drill team practice the other day, I had to wait in a ridiculously long line to put in my school registration receipts. Now picture me this, I had just completed a 4 hour Dancing session, I looked like sod, and morely felt like sod. The idea of standing around in a line for 3 hours was definitely not beating my urge to drive home and snore for a bit.
*hours later* I did it, yaayyyy....

Friday through Saturday, I attended a dance camp near the Gateway. My favorite part of that whole thing was the HipHop teacher. He was slightly feminine.. he had kind of a quick, high pitched voice.. he was.. OK. I'll just say it. He was probably thee Gayest person I've met in the entirety of my life. He had an asymetrical haircut, tight white pants, and consistently referred to us as "Betches." hahah.

Not too long ago, my friend, Richard Yorgason, got into a bit of a car accident. A dog ran in front of a car 2 cars ahead of him and everyone just kinda ran into eachother. (At least that's what I think happened?...)
Almost a year ago, Me and 2 friends were driving on the freeway when the car in front of us stopped suddenly. The driver of the car that I was in wasn't able to stop soon enough. Months later, I am still very paranoid and anxious about following people too closely. I'm terrified of running into someone from behind. My friends probably find it annoying that I'm constantly yelling absurdities when we approach a car at a stoplight at higher speeds than I'd feel comfortable with.
But anyway!
As we (Jon, Me, Richard, Tori, Cody and LJ) drove up to Fountain Green for an all-day-day-date yesterday, Richard randomly pushed hard on his brakes. Everyone in the car was kind of like, "Why The Sod?" But I understood. The car in front of him's brake lights popped on and it made Richard think he was getting dangerously close, so the natural human nature in a situation like this would be to brake your car as well. Ahh, Paranoia. Accidents'll do that to ya!

Why is it that no one ever says anything when there's something stuck between your teeth? Then you get to go home and find out about it yourself in the mirror and immediately wonder, "How long has that been in there? How many people saw?!" I guess that I myself have been the stander-byer in a scenario like that.. I notice it while they are talking, but sometimes it honestly just never occurs to me that I should tell them about the green bit of spinach lodged between their chompers.

Yesterday, on our all-day-day-date that I mentioned earlier in this post, we had some wild adventures. We arrived around 5pm and quickly realized we didn't bring the keys to the shed-house-thing where the horse riding saddles were. BOOO. So we left that at that and took a ride on the 4 wheelers instead. Man, I love the feeling after a good 4wheel ride when you clench your teeth down and can taste dust in your mouth. Not:) Mine, Tori's and LJ's hair was covered with so much dirt that we could hardly run our fingers through it without hitting bad tangles.
Not too long after, We were back at the ranch place and went out to see the horses. (Horses? Horse? Horsies? haha) Well, the saddles weren't available... but that wasn't about to stop the boys from riding, and that. was. that.
Jon: "Jane, it's your turn."
Me: "Bare back? I don't think so."
Jon: "AtLeast come walk around the arena with me and the horse."
(Leads me to a fence with horizontal bars.)
Jon: "Just climb up those and jump on the horse!" (points to bars)
----Now at this point while with Jon, one just knows that they WILL be doing whatever it was that Jon wanted them to do. Once he gets you into a certain place in a situation, it's just impossible to turn him down. The same thing happened while at the lake the other week. I found myself on top of a cliff with him encouraging me to jump. He's got a gift, I'm tellin ya.
So I get on the Big Beast of an animal bare-back and tense up. It was scary, but really fun. I'm glad I had the experience. Thanks Jonny:)
... and after Thaaat, we took the 4 wheelers up this great long canyon. That was a good ride up! We all met at this small pond thing and just hiked the rest of the hill up until we reached the top. We layed on the ground and just... listened. Everything up there was in perfect silence. It was simply Peaceful. Since we were out in the open and away from city lights and all other durn, the stars were shining SO bright. There were so many of them! Back in West Valley, many of them aren't so visible. It was amazing.

...Last night had great significance to me. It was the last night that I'd spend with Jon before he would be off for college. I had a hard time closing my front door on him after saying goodnight. It's gonna be a little different without him around me everyday, but this separation'll be over soon enough. I hope. I'm trying not to get too concerned about it. I miss him already.
Oh, September 11th, I look forward to meeting you.

Hello, My name is Mormona.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

-Saturday night.
It was nearly 12:30 and my ears were unnaturally warm. I unbuckled my seat belt a few houses before we had actually reached mine. I wasn't planning to stay and chat once we were in my driveway. I walked into my house and locked the door behind me. The more I thought about what I had witnessed over the course of the day, the worse I felt about myself.

-Today.
(Grumble) I'm pretty disappointed in myself for last night. No, no. It's not how it sounds. (haha) I just participated in some things with some old friends that I normally wouldn't have done now. I guess it's one of those situations where you ask yourself the next day, "Why did I even do that? Why didn't I just go home?"

A lot of things happened yesterday that I'd like to go back and handle differently.

For one example, I was sitting at the computer at my friends house and an older girl came up and basically asked why I had a t-shirt underneath my strappy shirt. I guess you could say that I was somewhat caught off guard at her question. I didn't give much more of a response than a measly shrug.
She then boldly continued to say something along the lines of, "You should have just worn the tank by itself.. You don't need to be all super mormon now. I get that it's more modest, but really, Ness.. Be real to yourself."
At this point, another girl was listening in on my critiques but didn't say anything.
But again, I didn't have much to say back. After she had walked away, I sat back in my chair and couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. What did she mean, "Be real to myself?" Who is she to say that it's not me? I suddenly couldn't concentrate on the computer and all I could think about were things that I could have said.. "It's early preparation for once I'm married. I'm going to have to wear clothes modest enough to cover my garments anyway.. I just like to.. I feel more comfortable not baring so much skin. It'd look trashy if I didn't wear a shirt underneath.." It would have been so easy to reply with any of those reasons.. But I didn't.
Why am I such a yummy dummy?
Today at church we talked about standing strong for our gospel. It was especially interesting.
It really racks my brain when the YW lesson seems like it was given just for me.

In Other News,
I had a decent birthday last Sunday, Allergies have been wild from the wind, Jon is still as great as ever, and Drill is incredibly vigorous.

Oh, I've recently realized that having a car makes me never want to go home.

"I am Not Snow White" & Involuntary Joy.

Drill started yesterday! I missed it so bad. We started the day off with a good run and 500 sit ups (No exaggerations there), and a couple sets of plank and push-ups. -If you're not on a drill team, this whole next little section may not make much sense. So just ignore it:)- We went inside the school's gym and found that the floor had been redone. We were all excited to see this, because on the regular floor that we had before, it was so slippery that you could barely stick turns. So we get our jazz shoes on, and we prance onto our new shiny surface. SURPRISE! The new glossy covering on the floor must not have had Any dirt on it whatsoever because we were sticking to the floor while we danced. Haha. Then more great hard work.. Couple of sprints.. yadda yadda... Oh, you better believe I'm sore. I'm not going to lie, it was probably one of the hardest practices I've had of my 3 years. I LOVED It.

This morning, as I was pulling into our driveway, which, by the way, at one point contained like 4 huge vans, I noticed that there was a fresh layout of cement not too far away. As I turned off my little bus, my mind started wandering..
I thought of two things.
- What would happen if a little bird stood in the wet cement for a quick stop, not realizing what he had just done as he was flying away? Would it slowly dry on his feet and confuse him when he began feeling slightly heavier than usual? My question'll probably never be answered, seeing as I'm not Snow White and don't have tons of little bird friends who are willing to step in cement for me.
- By the time I began thinking this next thought, I had nearly reached my front door. What would happen to a person if they drank wet cement? Would they die? Would their insides simply harden? I opened my front door and started laughing at the idea of it resulting in Rock Hard Abs.

Anyway. Let me give you a handful of little details about one of my very best friends. I spend a lot of time with this person and they've added spontaneous bursts of happiness to my entire Summer.
(Clears Throat.)
Odds n Ends about why Jon is As Good As It Gets:
He'll eat anything my mother puts in front of him. The Snort Laugh. The shape of his handsome face. Peppermint tea at an odd hour. The way he likes to smell everything. *Sniff Sniff* XOXOs. Introduces me to great people like Cody Skankford and obbbbbmaR. He works out my back knots. He doesn't get mad when I whine about being sore all the time. He doesn't mind my funny family. I think. Cliff Hopping. Future missionary. and or bishop;) He at least gives a pity laugh for my worthless stories. His attraction to Asians. He doesn't force me to hold hands all the time. How he used to always wear my CTR ring with all the little dancers on it. THE PASS. Various stories about discovering odd smells in THE PASS. (silence) "...is that it?" His brotherly forehead kiss. Motorcycle Swiddles.. We need helmets next time. His cousin Kim.-I really like her. He pushes me in the right direction. Getting to open hilarious picture messages most days. The way he talks to me when I'm concerned. Beth, Jane and Josh. Shopping for fireworks like a cute little fam with Beth, Jane and Josh. "Who's your faather?" His abnormally humongous pupils. He's got a true talent at getting me to share stories that I wanted to keep inside. College Boy. He'd win Best of Show if he entered himself in a fair. (and No, that wasn't meant to make him sound like a vegetable or farm animal.) The way he is consistently teaching me things...while I have a tough time teaching him anything new. Goodnight-Tuck-Ins. French Panes. "Braveheart Jon." Playing his guitar Phoenix while I pretend to nap. oh! The Purple Room. The time we went to the Oquirrh Lake/Pond thing. That was great. HE CHEATS WHILE PLAYING DEADMAN! Our late-night and/or early-morning Heart To Hearts.
Jon simply has a knack for making me happy in ways I wouldn't always expect.


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Black Hot Dogs / Special People. and or Cats.

Hello, world. I just got back from camping at Rockport! We swam in the lake, roasted hot dogs (Jon likes them totally black and burnt to a crisp?!), wore mismatching yet warm clothes.. The whole Shabang! And of course, I did well not to get a sunburn...:)
The rest of today, I've just felt real dead. I think it's one of those days where I just feel like moping around and don't really want to make an effort to accomplish anything. In other words.. Just a bad lazy day. I missed a free concert with Jason too. I Fail.

I want to talk about a few people.

Jonalie.
"Her name is Jonas..." She's SO goofy. She's my mom. Sometimes I feel like she acts more like a friend or sister though. She hangs out with me and The Boy a lot. Sometimes I feel like she steals the attention and kills it for me. haha She can have a serious side too.. It just rarely comes out. She grew up living on literal dirt, her her sister, mother, father, and son have passed, she has Lupus, she's been through Chemotherapy, she had a kidney transplant.. She's just had a lot on her plate. But what I love about her is that she is so happy and full of life everyday that you'd probably never even guess.

Rachel.
Rachel is one of my Drill Team coaches. This is just an odd memory sort of thing.. We were all up in Park City for our drill retreat, and I was just happy that she came because I knew she was busy with all of her wedding plans and yadda yadda. She's great.

Jason.
I am more than sure that he'll end up somewhere BIG and BRILLIANT in the future. Jason is probably one of the coolest people that I know. Enough Said.

Mrs. Bettinson.
She was actually my kindergarten teacher. I loved that lady.

Spencer.
He's still nice to me.

Gwennie Yorgason.
She is my significant other's best friend's older sister. She is really really ridiculously pretty. I hope she doesn't read this, because.. that could be.. awkward.. haha, but the last time that I saw her, I just found myself fixated on her face and her features. I couldn't find any flaws.

Ruth Jacobson.
She's my next door neighbor. She has been one door down basically all my life. I drove her to work the other night and we had a nice chat about her nonexistent basement. We have the same birthday. Well, not the Same Exact birthday like with the same year and whatnot, but the same day. Are we on the same page now?

Princess.
Princess was my cat in 2nd grade. I've never loved an animal as much as her. She was this pretty skinny little brown tabby cat. Not long before she was born, her momcat came to us during a family barbecue. (Barbecue was really hard to spell tonight!) She was really friendly and hungry so we fed her. She never left us. Then she had a few kittens. And I named one of them Princess. The End.

Brown paper packages tied up with strings, These are a few of my favorite things.

Sundays make me happy. Allow me to fill you in on a few other things that make me happy.

- Eating cherries straight from the bag without washing them. I get an extra little kick of amusement in when my mom nags about catching a disease or cancer from the "cleaning chemicals and bird germs."

- Falling asleep unexpectedly on the couch and waking up with my chewing gum still in my mouth.

- The tv show, Wipe Out. Something about watching other people biff it is so hilarious. Unless it's happening to me, I'm fine with watching people falling on their bums.

- Stumbling across my favorite old Disney VHSs from like 1997. Well, the ones that still have the tape wound up tight and are in good condition. Otherwise, it's just kind of a bummer to find them only to soon realize that they won't play anymore.

- Folding towels. But only if they are toasty warm and fresh from the drier!

- Having my own vehicle for transportation. She's pretty much a big white bus that I named Grace. I like driving her.. Until my body starts to perspire from the lack of A/C, that is. Oh well. I'm sure I'll just love the thing in the winter.

- Arguing:)

- The way Jon's mom is generally always happy to see me.

- How my mom consistently restates everything someone had just said, or she pointlessly repeats everything she just saw happen. For example, once we were watching Wipe Out, and we were both laughing and she innocently said, "that was funny because he wasn't expecting to do the splits while jumping from that ball."

- Staying in my church clothes all day.

- Surprising people with hugs. For instance, Jon's brother Will the other night, after fireworks. I could tell he wasn't expecting it and it made me chuckle afterward.

- Giving things to other people.

- That crazy WOAH! feeling that washes down your entire body when you see something or someone you didn't plan to see. Like, the other day.. I walked into my room and found Derek asleep on my bed. It really freaked me out to see someone's body atop my sheets.
Note from Derek: that didn't happen :)

- AWKWARD MOMENTS. Oh, there is NOTHING more enjoyable for me than a good, solid awkward situation. I could sit next to a drunk man with turrets and an elderly frail Christian woman for hours without saying anything and love every second of it. (Uh....Did that make any sense?.. In my defense, it did in my head.) ...mumbles.. kicks at a rock.. slinks away..

- Eating a few sticks of uncooked spaghetti.

- The annual Glazed Donut with a candle or two sticking out of it instead of a getting a birthday cake each year.

- Being allergic to life! It actually has a few upsides to it.

- This one may sound weird... But there is a woman in my church named Heidi. She's one of my YW leaders and she played softball in high school and still plays today. There was a point for me telling you that, I promise. (haha) Well. She has these big. buff. arms. When she stands at the front of the room, she puts her hand on her hip sometimes and it really makes her bic/tricep pop and she looks ridiculously muscly. I'd probably die if she knew I blogged about her arms.

- Finding out people are actually reading this!:)

- Seeing a movie, loving it, then seeing it again 2 more times in the dollar theaters.

- Observing Cassie rebel against her mother's wishes. It can get pretty intense. That's all I have to say.

- Listening to Jon play his guitar, Phoenix. (Take that, girls of Utah! muahah.) I especially enjoy it when he starts to sing a little bit, then quickly stops. Probably in fear that he would do something embarrassing.

- Little kids. They have no concerns.

- Waking up sore!!

- The movie preview for (500) Days of Summer. watch it here:) (http://www.foxsearchlight.com/500daysofsummer/) Just watching it makes me feel bubbly, so I'm excited to see how the actual movie will go. It looks good. I'm going to pack up my fellow Asian comrade and see it ASAP.

- The thought of my sister coming home. I Miss Her.

Silky Smooth Asphalt and a Bad Case o Butterflies.

I've done it. I have gone to Girls Camp and came back without a scratch.

Yesterday, myself, my family, and Jon went out to Causey Reservoir. It's this pretty little place just east of Pine View. All I have to say about the drive up was that it was hot, slightly sticky and noisy from the rumbling of the road. During our hour long drive, we went on Legacy Parkway. (squeals in excitement) I couldn't tell you why, but that thing is my favorite road in the whole world. Maybe it's because the asphalt stuff is so smooth and it sounds like you're driving on sweet nothingness.. I do love me a quiet road..

But I Digress!

Once we had reached our destination, I pulled out my trusty spf 50+ and poured a grip of it into my palm. I turned to Jon and held out the blob of white as an offering to him.. He dipped his fingertip in and said, "That's all I'll be needing." Sometimes I wish I could live on the edge like him. eh-haha.
Then my dad passed out the tubes (Originally we had planned to tube down this river.. but it turned out to be too shallow.) and of course I got the goofy small one that had a promising tiny hole in it. Not too far into our tube-age, we spotted a good bit of cliffs. My dear friend Jon began paddling his tube toward them. "Here we go...time to pick up your courage, Jane," I thought.

10 Minutes later, I found myself about 35 feet up looking down into dark ominous green water. That's when the butterflies hit.. but I wasn't about to admit that. Jon steps onto the furthest out part of the rock.. turns to me.. "Well? I guess I'll go first." I watched in horror as he threw himself out into the air. Just Kidding. I was just happy it wasn't me:)
Moments later, he's back up the cliff, standing next to me with a bloody nose and pressuring me to get on out there. I stepped out onto the edge and looked down. (which was kind of a mistake, because I ended up standing there for like 5 more minutes.. ridiculous!)
After a bit of encouragement from my sweet friend and some jeering from my father, who, by the way, is a COWARD and only went of the 12 footer, I said a quick prayer, and prepared myself for the jump. (And when I say that I said a Quick prayer, I mean QUICK.)
I let go of the rock I was cleaving to and let out a small yelp as I jumped. My arms began doing that whole flailing around thing and I soon hit the water with a hard smack on my bum. I don't think I've ever been spanked that hard, even in my childhood of spankings! I suppose it was something of a butt-flop.

There you have it, reader. My first cliff jump. Compliments to JonBon.

The Blonde Escapades & Crime Scene Investigations.

(Takes a deep breath.) Ahhh, Monday.
Today I found myself wandering the hair care aisle of the magical Wally*World, where I would proceed to buy some dye. (Deep Mahogany Dark Brown, if you want to get nitty gritty.) Now usually, whenever I'd color my hair, my dear sister, Jenelle, would be there to do all of the dirty work for me. But seeing as she married and upped herself to Texas... She's not quite in Jane Hair dying distance. Looks like I'll be goin this one alone, eh?
So there I was... Standing brave in my cluttered bathroom (that resembles an office cubicle) with some strong smelling chemicals. I was ready for action. As I began reading the instructions, a small section caught my eye. It basically said, "...leave in an extra 15 minutes for intense blonding.." Ohh Man. I just hoped and prayed that that was simply a general direction printed on all of that brands instruction pamphlets. I'd rather not be a blonde Asian! I'm just saying, world, that light of hair with this oddity of a skin color that I possess just... Well I don't know. It just wouldn't work out.

La La La...
35 Minutes later, and I've washed the dye out. America, I, Janessa Dapp, am pleased to say that I am indeed, still, a brunette.

-Later that night, I packed up my little pajamas, toothbrush, and trusty scriptures and went to my dear friend Cassie's home. Can you say SLUMBER PARTY? Let me give you a watered rundown of Cassie. We have been friends since the Dinosaur age, or in other words, since 2nd grade. She's about a month older than me and she enjoys swearing at inanimate objects. She's probably the prettiest girl at our school, no homo.
Tonight we ended up watching a lot of Cold Case and Without a Trace ruruns till about 4am. It's always something new at good ol' Kasey's.

There you have it. A fraction of my day in a nutshell. ...oh. blogshell?

Sunday Highlights and a Busted Feline.

I walked into my sacrament meeting this morning, scriptures in hand. It seems to me that after sitting on my usual back row bench for about 15 minutes, my mind starts to wander around, often resulting in me staring at people. It's probably a problem. It's especially fun to observe the backishy middle row. Ohh yeahh. Here sits the ward's elderly single women. Have you ever just sat and watched someone? It can get pretty fascinating. I can think of multiple times when I've seen this one woman in specific pull a mini hymnbook out of her bag and start marking away with various colored pencils. I'm pretty curious about what sorts of things she's highlighting, or if she has a fancy color-code sort of thing going on... After that meeting, I was in my YW class, where something possessed me and I finalized my decision about going to Girls Camp. It's definitely not typical Jane to go camp out with 5 random girls from church! I wouldn't say I'm close with any of them really, so this should be a pretty interesting and enlightening experience.

In other news, I had a good interview with the Bishop today. Oh. And the outdoor cat (He is technically my cat but I disowned him, yet he still hangs around after 5 years.) got the sod beat out of him by another neighborhood cat. A tragedy.