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.