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.