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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