My name is Jonas.

Good day, everyone. It is currently 3 something in the morning. Unfortunately, I've hit this point in my young life where I don't even hit the tip of the iceberg of sleepiness until about 4am. This is normal to me now. This is probably not good.

To start this out, I need to make it very clear that if someone would have told me a year ago, nay, even 6 months ago, where I'd be at in life today.. I would have laughed hysterically followed by a case of uncontrollable sobs while spoon feeding myself sorbet right from the carton. Life is such a freaking ride, isn't it? No.. In all seriousness.. I'm probably happier right now and more content with where I'm at and the way things are since as long as I can remember. Everything always has a funny way of working out.

Well here it is.
Here is my business that is no one's business. Unless you follow my blog. Then my mess of life is now on a platter for you to pick through and decide what looks good, what looks acceptably edible, and what looks so sad you wouldn't think about putting in your mouth.

I'm not engaged anymore.
That's pretty much all I've got to say on that matter.

I moved from Nampa to Boise last month. I'm about 5 blocks from the Boise State University and have absolutely no intentions of going back to college any time soon. I miss my mom, I miss the Utah mountains, I miss seeing black people, I miss the Jersey Shore wanna beez, I miss ... haha. Scratch the last mentioned one. People in Idaho are so... Normal. People don't try hard to be something society teaches them is 'cool' here. People are themselves. People are genuinely kind.
I like that.

I have a weird hair cut. Kind of shorter in back and longer in front. I guess the correct term is an A-line.. only mine is a Really long one. haha. I get girls touching my hurr daily at work and asking if I am aware that my hair is REALLY uneven. Tomorrow when it happens I'm just going to freak out and be like, "whaaaat?! I just got it cut!"

I shop online a ridiculous amount. Where I was staying before I moved to Boise supplied me a bed and dresser and all that good stuff so I never had any of the like that actually belonged to my name... So once I moved out of Nampa Town, I had to buy all new everything. New bed. New frame. New dresser. New mini table bedside thang... such a pain. Thank God for Target.com. I went a little too crazy there. They did, however, save my life with Free Shipping on orders over 75 bones. I couldn't believe my luck. I'm so glad I have a phat job that can help me feed my terrible shopping habits.

I get weirder looking with each passing day.

I miss Derek. Apparently he is getting into Photoshop. I asked to see his progress and this is what he sent back in reply.

That is my brother in law's face. On his face. My sister's face. And their child's face.

My younger male self is an absolute genius.

Continuing on, I live with 2 men. LET THE JUDGING POUR IN, UTAHNS. Anyway, Yes. I live with 2 men. Sometimes 2 boys... but most of the time they are 2 MEN. Their names are Carson and Colton. Mad entertaining. (By the way, Colty's twitter name is @coltonflynn92. I will be most happy if this gets him some random followers. hahah.) They are absolute sweeeethearts and they are clean and they are beautiful and they are 19 and 20 and they hail from Baker, Oregon -which is lovely- and they are tall and they are the funnest people I have ever ever lived with. They are redic spontaneous too. For example. I came home the other day and was greeted with a new river raft and two cutiepies asking if I was ready to go to the lake. I adore them, if you weren't able to tell. If you follow my twitta then you'll be able to take note that they are often mentioned. Carson and I are both dealing with a ridiculous work schedule of a daily 2:30pm to 11:00pm shift.. So as I brought up in this post's 2nd sentence, The regularity of getting yawny at 4am is just as constant with poor Carson as it is me. Even as I write this blog, he is to my right on the couch playing Minecraft.
Carson is intelligent.
Carson understands my anxiety.
Carson buys me energy drinks. and Monster Lemonade.
Carson paid for my dinner at Denny's tonight even though I told him i was taking HIM out. He paid for Colty's dinner too.... Who I ALSO said I was taking out.
Carson and Colty built me a dresser. and Soon they'll hook it up with a bedframe. I don't know how to thank them.
fuhhh............

HEY, a little late buuuut...

I need to make the public aware that this post is in dedication of my dear old friend Jordan Johnson. Jordan Johnson from West Valley, not the Jordan Johnson in Orem. The 'Happy Valley' Jordan is dope too.. But J from Dub Vee is as good as it gets and THIS is his moment in the sun that is my blog. The reason of this said dedication is because JJ will be leaving to Japan pretty soon here on his mish. What a freaking soldier. He is going to make Sooo many asians Sooo happy. I used to have a major crush on him in 2nd grade in Mrs. Frederickson's class. He was the class stud in his snappy overalls and whoosits and what not. Still the class stud... sans overalls. (As far as my knowledge goes, anyway. Maybe he's still rockin the outfit to this day. I haven't done a very good job on keeping up on his choice of wear.)

REASONS WHY JORDAN JOHNSON IS A BAD A$$$$$$.

- He has always made me a handmade birthday card. I keep them all saved in a little cubby deal.

- He made Honors Chem bearable. I still feel like I owe him to this day.

- He's never judged me. I hope.

- DANG GEENA

- He always remembered funny little random things and did a superb job at reminding me of them. For example... 'The Gennifer.'
- Uh he's going to JAPAN on his mission. He's going to live in Asia for 2 years. Who does that? Yeah. No one. Unless you're Jordan. Or happen to be called to that mission.
Japan will be lucky to have you, Jordan. btw, if you're reading this Jordan SEND ME YOUR ADDRESS. or email if available.

ok all. It's about that time. Goodbye. Goodnight.

Hot cup of what.

Needless to say, when I tried logging into my Blogspot and my fourth attempt at typing in my universal password failed.. I had a mini panic attack. I guess that shows just how long it's been. September 2011, if you want to get tricky.

Let me give you the very watered down version of my current existence.
I am 20 in August.
I have black hair and straight bangs.  *
I live in the glorious state of Idaho.  **
I am a Pinning addict.  ***
I watch Celebrity Apprentice religiously every Sunday.

* - For this first asterisk, I was going to go a bit more into detail about my hair. But after writing about a paragraph about it I thought to myself.. "No one really cares about your luscious black locks....." Moving along.
** - When I say the sentence.. "I live in Idaho," Chances are that you instantly picture me living on a farm with goats and chickens running a-muck while I complain about the new season's new allergies. If you were thinking this.. Then you were right. Kind of. That's only a half truth. There are, indeed, goats and chickens.. But they are very polite and regal and spend there leisure time in a gated pen or lovely coop.

*** - I do love Pinterest. I love it quite a bit. If you are not Pin Savvy, the idea behind Pinterest is for people to find things they like/want to do.. and organize them into categories/boards. I use it just about every day.. But I don't actually Pin very many things because I am afraid other people will like what I like and my unique finding will stop being so cool. I guess in other words.. I am what you would call a Selfish Pinnuh.

I seem to have a Lot of free time these days.. To fill up my free time.. I have been spending it wisely by dedicating myself to becoming a Mirfanda. Basically this means I am a fan of Miranda. Let me give you a taste of all that is great concerning my latest Youtube sensation obsession. Although Sexy and I Know It makes me want to pull my hair out.. Her version seems to calm my nerves.

I know this blog hasn't had extremely specific tales as per usual but they will come next time, No fear.
K it's like 2 and I'm tired k Bye

Raisins+Fires+Raper Vans=Janessa.

My hand gets all sticky after eating all my raisins.. But I still love raisins all the same.


What's up, world?
(Oh, Please don't be that guy who says, "The sky.")

In fact, while we're on the topic of being That Guy, I'm going to go ahead and start this blog post out with one of my own personal encounters.
I once went to this big Bonfire thrown by UofU students. It was in the desert-ish part of Tooele (side note: LOL at me saying that. I feel like ALL of Tooele is desert-ish.).
So it started out really cool, tons of humans were showing up by the minute and my girl Karli was introducing me to all these new people. There was a live band and dancing and the fire was burning high. My front kept getting crispy so every now and then I'd turn around and let the fire cook my backside. I guess you could say I felt like I was a self-proclaimed human hotdog being turned over a campfire.. Fun.
Then the coppers showed up and told us that the invisible hermits that lived in the nearby hills were complaining about the noise. So our awesome party quickly died. Now, you have to understand that for reasons that even I am not aware of.. I'm always one of the last awkward linger-ers at a social gathering. I just don't know when to quit. :( Le Sad. The crowd's numbers were noticeably thinning, and eventually there was about 30 of us half-heartedly small talking around this lonely, giant fire.
-I notice that in strange moments where I don't know what to do with myself, I tend to just kind of.. Look up. So here I am, away from the city lights, just looking at all the stars.. And then I notice a lot of other people are doing this too. THEN... This guy pulls out his desktop of a smartphone and opens an app that points out Constellations. Soon people were walking over to him and he had quickly drawn a miniature crowd.
Now picture me scurrying over to him to see what all the fuss was about. As I walked over to him, He turned to me and said, "Haha, I know I know I know... I'm That Guy with the Stars app." I thought to myself, What a funny thing to say. Who says that? He seems cool. Yes. He is weird. I like him. I continued to stare and make up ideas about him in my head... Until I began to notice he was saying, "Yeah yeah, I'm That Guy with the Stars app" to Every Single Person that walked over. In my mind I was like, omgwtfbbq? He is saying that exact sentence to Every one of us! Cool factor suddenly went down. He recycles funny phrases within seconds of saying them. He is generically funny. Nope. Can't date him.
And with that, you now understand how I weed through guys and decide who is dateable and who is not.
HAHA. Sorry if you read all of that and are now like, "Okay........... :3"
oh. :3 <-----this is a catface, by the way.

Moving Along!
Something bad happened to the lot/driveway in front of my house. (My dad told me I should write DRIVEWAY next to LOT because people will think I'm weird and that this would make it more understandable if I added DRIVEWAY in......... Anyway.) There is now a White van in my driveway. But hold up, it's not just some white van. It's a rape van. I should have suspected it.. I caught my parents looking at it on KSL a few nights before.. (read my next sentence in one of those voices where you're trying really hard to stay calm, but by the end of the sentence you're practically shouting, ok?) ....But I never thought we would actually be the OWNERS of a huge white bus van with filled-in windows?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I practically fainted in my car when I pulled up and saw that thing in my lot. In MY parking spot. Those vans you could picture getting kidnapped and raped in? Rape Vans? Yup. It's ours and what's done is done, so now I must deal with it accordingly. So... All I have to say, is.. Hide your kids.

Remind me to dedicate my next blog solely to my Dad. Howard. He kicks butt.

Oh, I totally am a Hypogriff. I mean a Hypocrite. In my last post I complained about FB and Twitter. But...... I have a Facebook. and a Twitter. @DipnDap :D yay.

Awe, my mom just ran inside half crying and said, "My happy plant is dead!"
She is so cute. Remind me to dedicate my next blog to my Mom too now. She is Great.

I also said I'd mention Allie Webb in this post, so here it is. ALLIE WEBB HAS LONG HAIR AND I HOPE SHE NEVER CUTS IT AND I ENJOY MAKING GOALS WITH HER THAT FALL THROUGH BECAUSE WE MAKE PLANS TO BREAK PLANS AND I'M OKAY WITH THAT AND SHE HAS CAT EYES AND SHE LOVES CATS JUST LIKE me.

I'm Baaaaaaack.

It's been like 6 months since my last post. I think I'll just make this blog an update since the prior. I've been one busy little duckling. Also, I figured out how to do pictures, so be ready for a little handful.

First of all, I would just like to take a moment and draw attention to my last post, where I showed a picture of my new precious little kitten, Pierre. Fast forward a chunk of time.. The picture below is what he looks like Now..

I guess we all kind of grow up and get fat eventually.

So here is a quick run-down on what in the world my silly life has been doing for the past half-year.

- I work at Best Buy. I want to sell you a camera, so please stop in soon. Here is a picture me and my little brother, Derek, took on the store's display for the iPad 2 while stopping in one day. He took the liberty of making it the iPad's background.

Then next day while working, a customer came in wanting one.. So naturally I walked them over to our demos. Let's just say when they picked it up and I saw what the wallpaper was.. I was slightly embarrassed. They were like.. "Oh.. Is that you..?" and I had to do that awkard thing where you explain a story that goes blabbering on pointlessly instead of just simply replying, "Yes."

-Still haven't spent a single day in a school classroom. Weber never happened. Me and my Cassie friend were like, "Ok, we just did 13 years of school.. We're going to take one year off!" and that's what we did. Only now, we are SO bored. It's unholy. Yeah there's work to give time to and what nots, but it gets bad. Soon you find yourself taking like 3 baths in a single day just to pass time, sewing your name into your underwear to stay occupied, or it even gets to the point where you actually begin desiring to clean your room. There's only so much you can do to keep yourself from melting into goop and slipping down through the living room heat vents. So to any recent high school graduates.. GO TO FREAKING SCHOOL. As attractive as the goop idea sounds.. I don't advise it.
Oh but in other school news, I'm now UVU-bound and am most definitely looking for some roomies. Let me know if you are game. :)

-I got my grubbies on all 3 of The Hunger Games. :) what a delightful thing, indeed.

-this is my funny Joseph friend. We get along most days.

I think he'll enjoy that of all pictures, I chose this one.

- I deleted my Facebook. Agaaaaain. Lawl. I get tired of hearing about how great/terrible/boring everyone's day has been. Or being informed how much the weather sucks or reading about how much someone misses someone else. That goes for all you Twitter folk, too. Social foolz.

-Cassie friend's 19th birthday is on the 22nd of this month, and to celebrate.. we are going to drive down to Venice, CA and fry our healthy skin in the hot sun. I can't wait to be 40 and a raisin.. Yaaaaay... Actually.. Let's say cranberry instead. It sounds more elegant. 40 and a cranberry.

- My sister Jenelle is as pregnant as can be.

It's a little boy. :D She is due July 23rd and I am going to be his absolute best friend. They won't tell us the name they have in mind.. But we've definitely thrown in our suggestions such as Zordon, Dwight Schrute and Tiberius, just to name a few. hahhaha.
Sometimes when I look at her.. I think, "Wow, what an incredible miracle that there is another human body inside of her body." ... Buuuut like all good things, I have to ruin it. So after thinking about it for too long, I get the willies and go play with my Pierre cat.

-I have continued to lust after the new Chevy Malibus... I searched the death out of KSL with my Dad for weeks to find one. We decided we didn't need to buy one new if I could get a sweet deal on a car with low mileage.. But while on my faithful search for the dream car... I ended up spotting something a bit better than what I hoped for. It's a little 2008 Chevy Aveo and World, THIS GIRL IS IN LOVE. :) :) :)

Here is my Baby. It's name is Pascal.

:) Well I better make like a baby and head out. It's been very real. The pies I made for my singles ward's dinner (that I probably won't even end up going to) are done. I am so handy with my time. Have a loverly week, my little birds.

Kitty Kitty Meow Meow + Flanders.

When I realized snakes are basically just tails with faces, I almost cried.

Oh, and Cherry Turnovers from Arby's are HIGHLY underrated.

Well. Instead of apologizing for taking so long to post anything, picture one of the Men In Black, preferably Will Smith's character, running a hand through his hair and suavely saying, "I've been a little busy."

Remember those Series of Unfortunate Events books? There's like 13 or so of the books in the series. Long story short, It's about these 3 charming orphans who's dead parents left them an enormous fortune.. and a man named Olaf is out to get them using ridiculous disguises. It's fascinating. I love the writing. I haven't picked them up since 8th or 9th grade, but I've recently began reading them all again. They are preeeetty funny but at the same time rather sad. I don't care how old you are, if you've never read them.. You need to. Like, now.

I don't tell people this often, but you know how when you're bored on the computer and don't have much to do, you end up watching Youtube vids mindlessly for an hour and a half?? Well that's what I do. But with pictures of kittens. I mindlessly look at cute pictures of kittens.

ehhhyeahh.....

But, in my defense, it could be worse. There are sites dedicated to people who have my kitty interest x50. There are pages.. blogs... chat forums... all for (I'm supposing,) middle aged women to talk about their cat and how nice and cuddly and happy it is. I've even seen a page with a picture of a cat, and under it, there's a space for the page's members to make a caption. Most of them say something along the lines of, "Oh I'm the cutest cat, my owners must love me!" or, "I'm such a princess, awwwwww" ...........I'm dead serious.

...

Well.. I've done it again. I was on Facebook the other night when I saw something that Kimberly Vongsenekeo posted. It was a KSL add for a cat. After looking at her post for her new kitty Stitch, I made the mistake of wandering through KSL looking at other little cats.

It was 9pm at the time. The next thing I knew, I was dialing a number and asking if I could come get the cat from one of the advertisements.. and suddenly I found myself in Layton. Picking up this little orange devil.

I named him Pierre. Georges Saint Pierre. He's a fighter and a biter. I like him. :)

Oh, it's raining.

and Darn,
I left my hot new Chevy Malibu's windows rolled all the way down.
I guess that means my super smooth suede seats are now ruined.
Nooot. I don't have a sexy car with fancy upholstered seats to ruin with rain at all.
-ok. I suppose it would've been easier to replace the entire above sentence with this: I DON'T OWN MY OWN CAR. But what would the fun in that be?
.... and yes. I DO find Malibus incredibly attractive.

I hate changing my fb relationship status.

Me and Jordan both just got the newest Ipod Touch!!

Ok. Let me resay that. Jordan just got the newest Ipod Touch. Little old me is still stuck in the past. Needless to say, I'm jealous of him. Although, contradictorily, I'm not really for all the hoop n holler that is Apple. So maybe I'm just envious because he has something fancy and new and shiny that I don't have.

But when he was dangling it in front of my face in the car today to show it off, I was reeeeeeeeeeeeeally tempted to rip it out of his hands and throw it out the window. Hopefully it would land somewhere conveniently soft so that I could come back later and use it for myself. I guess I'm selfish that way.

I work at Zumiez but since I got a second job with In N Out, I haven't worked at Zumiez for literally 3 months.. So I feel like if I walked in right now, I'd be shunned. Or maybe I'm just too timid to go into the store because I absolutely can't stand when people do that annoyingly pointless guilt trip thing. i.e. "Wow, where have you been? Too cool for us now?"

On the bright side, In n Out is CRAZY fun. Come by sometime. I'll make you food. hahahaha.

Did you know that you can't taste what your carbonated drink is for just barely over one second after it's in your mouth? Well maybe that's not a completely accurate fact... But it is when applied to me. haha

You know Shane from Shane Co, the guy on the radio who says, "Now you have a friend in the diamond business." ?? I think his voice sounds kinda like a low version of Flanders from the Simpsons. :)

Well, I'm going to go play with Pierre now. He's such a diva. Tata, friends.

C'mon gang, We've Got Diem to Carpe.

My mother is a nag.
Cleaning my room is such a drag.
My anger is boiling till I get a pretty rash.
and Then she says "Oh do shut up, take out the trash."
- Janessa Mariah Dapp, 4/25/10 (Nonfictional story told in an accurate account.)

We never answer the phone at my house unless someone leaves a message. (Because we don't have Caller ID and do well to avoid pesky telemarketers who want to let us know about all the vacations we May Have won.) (and just so ya know, I've tried with ALL my might to get dad to let me make a personalized voice greeting. "You've got the Dappies, leave a leave a leave a messsaaaageee!" But noooo... It was too childish for his taste.) But this leads me to a wonderful little tale. This one time, a guy from some insurance agency was calling, but he actually left a message instead of hanging up when he got our voicemail. It went something like this: "Hello, Dapp family. My name is Gregory and I'm just calling to let you know about our most recent Auto Coverage Package. blah blah, more blah.. And we would really appreciate it if you could take just a few minutes to -- BUUUUURRRRP!!-- call us back... Thanks, bye." ... It was probably the Loudest belch I've ever heard as well as the highlight of that entire week. Must've been one of those unexpected bubbles of gas that just randomly rolls up the throat in the middle of a sentence... I dunno. But it had me laughing so hard. After that happened, I caused a big ruckus and got all of my family into the kitchen to listen to the voicemail. Unfortunately, no one found as much humor in it as I did and it made me feel really immature... Eh. Losers.

I had Jordan convinced for a good solid month and a half that my middle name was Matt.

I really like this whole blog thing I've got going on - It makes me happy! :) I was talking to my friend about it yesterday when I realized that I don't like to talk about events... But little details that happened in the events. Like.. If I went to a beautiful wedding.. I wouldn't talk about the wedding... I'd rather talk about the strange looking baby that sat in front of me at the wedding.

hahhaha. What a freak.

-- SATURDAY !

• gave a talk at Jake's and Ammity's baptisms.
• visited That River wiff my special friend.
• looked at body-part shaped clouds. (Soooonotwhatyouthink.) Well.. Maybe.
  
• watched Jenelle and Tim clean out their freshly broken-into car window.
  
• ate a meal fit for a king. or a polynesian. Compliments to Jody. and Dee.
• prayed.
• helped some amateur film makers by lending in my weird Celeb Quality face.
• had some fun teaching myself to skateboard.
• continued skating for a good 20 minutes while Jordan ditched me.
• haha.
• SMILED. a lot. Puppy love is the best love.

Wow, I'm just awkward to the point where it's downright hilarious.

You know how sometimes you just kind of zone out during class and when that Zone Out occurs, your eyes kind of get fixated on something and you can't look away? My friends and I like to call this: The Stupid Stare. Ahh, yes. This happened last Friday to me. The odd part was that the object that I got stuck on was this girl across the room's feet. hhahhaahahha. She had sandles on. Anyway. I was pulled out of my stupor when she curled her feet under themselves. And when I looked up at her face, she was already looking at me. Before she turned into the other direction, she gave me a Why-the-hell-are-you-staring-at-my-feet Look. She caught me! It must've made me look like such a creeper!
- I can't stop laughing in my cute little brain when I think about it.

Well. I'm out like a dud firework on the 4th of July. I'll be back with more strangeness soon. Bye now.

Clean up on aisle Tres.

I think I'd better learn how to put pictures up on here. It appears that I'm lacking in the computer smarts department.

What's Up, Vanilla Face?

By a raise of hands, who can tell me what exactly is so SMART about those funky little Smart Cars? It's just like paying for death.

Oh, hey guys. :) It's been a minute, huh? I missed you. I wish I could tell you that I've been busy doing incredibly impressive things like.. climbing the Himalayas and body-boarding back down naked.. or finding Nemo in Australia... But actually, the truth is, I've been at home. Sitting. For like 4 months. Despite this new-found enjoyment for sitting, The past 18 weeks have been rather colorful. I think I'll try organizing my thoughts into List Form today. Dr. Miller told me it'd help "clean things up."

Things I added to my mom's shopping list this week when she wasn't looking:

• - Silk chocolate soy milk. I don't care what anyone says, the kind that costs 60 cents more than the other brands really does taste better. Take THAT, generic soy milk.

• - that new Maybelline mascara that makes your lashes do this: (makes explosion noise).
• - a gray Snuggy. If they don't make them, they oughta.
• - a cuter brother.
• - a variety pack of tropical cough drops.

... pretty well-rounded shopping list.

Reasons why I would probably make a bad parent:

• - I would spend my paycheck on all of the items listed above. But not for my kid. For Me.

......welll.... I think that about sums it up.


Things that give me the willies:

• - Small objects in large numbers and really close together. Fingers, for example. Picture like 30 fingers all together wiggling at the same time. Icky. I feel funny just thinking about it.
• - When the power goes out and I'm in the bath.
• - Sockless shoe wearing.
• - Witnessing men shave their necks.
• - Cotton Balls. You guys. There's just something about them that makes me feel like washing my hands. I realized this fear a few months ago while visiting my sister's apartment in Ogden. There was a bag of cotton balls in the cabinet and after grabbing the bag and looking into it for a good ten seconds.. my insides were crawling and I threw the bag back in and ran to Jenelle telling her about my oddly frightening experience.
• - Beards.
• - Certain objects of Styrofoam.

......(Shudders.)

Things I've done while waiting for the light to change:

• - Written a symphony.
• - Painted my passenger's finger nails.
• - Loaded a paintball gun.
• - Sat calmly.

.... Which one isn't false?! hhahahahaha. How funny...
Oh.. No? Not that funny? Alright.

Well that enough listy listing for me.
Hey did you know that every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie?
I'd better be careful. I'm trying to watch my figure.
Speaking of stamps, I've been going mad writing missionaries. Let's get a round up. From the top! Spencer. Gabe. Joel. Zak. Mitch. and a few others sprinkled in there. But these are the main bros. What great manfriends I have. Such bright examples. :)

Drill is now over for me for forever and ever. Never again will I ever have to run 2 miles every morning, get up at 5, sacrifice my life savings to payments, dance till my feet want to die, or cry to myself pitifully about how hard it is.... My 3 years are up and I can finally relax. But you know what?? I miss it already.

I'm in a SLCC Humanities class. Ish mee Favorite. After learning things like.. the frightening blurps that come with other religions/cultures and about strange things like gender roles and zen gardens... It makes me realize how empty my head is.

To end on a high note, I'd better recommend a song. I heard it somewhere once and then was on the search for it for what seemed like foreverrrr. So glad I found it. :) Hayden, for some reason. I feel like showing this song to you in specific. Maybe you're reading today?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYxly14v5do

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.