You're jealous.

It seems as though the non-blogging disease Mary has is contagious. It's seems as though I never find the time or what to blog about anymore. I bet attending classes all the time is one of the factors, but that's not the point. During spring break I had two crew practices a week and it seems as though I'm tired all the time. This growing thing is making me narcoleptic, and none of my clothes fit me anymore. Sometimes I question if I want to be tall anymore.

Every teacher has decided the week and a half between spring break and eater break is the perfect time to pile on the work. They've all decided that of course I should teach myself the material I missed for their test...all of them. I haven't even gotten the chance to read my Rolling Stone that came a whole two days ago. That's right, two days I can barely handle it. I've decided I haven't been broadening my horizons enough in terms of music. I've decided to listen to something now every week. Last week it was a new band, hellogoodbye. This week, I've been listening to the Velvet Underground. What's next? You tell me.

My title is back by popular demand.

The other day, while hanging around Helen's office, being hungry and bored I was thinking, "What if I had an electrical socket instead of a belly button?" I mean how awesome would that be? Other than producing your own food, what more could you want in life? Everyone in the office agreed that if everyone had electrical sockets instead of belly buttons thing would be much better. World peace would go way up. Although you'd be using so much power you would need to eat more. I think if I had 5 meals a day instead of three my peace would go way up too. This socket idea is definitely a good thing.

I spent my weekend painting. Paint looks much more fun on TV than it is in real life. Also they never show the taping process on TV, which is totally the worst part. You can check pictures on the title. I decided not to volunteer on Sunday for that reason.

With a total of three blogs between the family and three drop-out bloggers, I've decided we should start a family blog. Congratulations to Anne for not pretending like she would be the ultimate blogger. Everyone in the family could post on the family blog and they don't feel the obligation to update every week. Not only that it would be easier and less obnoxious than emailing. You can get this whole package plus we'll throw in free comments, and some links for the low low price of three easy payments of 29.99, or free, your choice.

P.S. Helen, the old lady has officially invested in a condominium. Too bad it's not in Naples, FL.

I'm thinking I should change the title back. A couple more days in the hallway and I will. So whose friends rock? What you say yours, Wrong! Mine! Actually I should rephrase, Allison rocks. And her mom rocks too. Not only did Allison spend two days making me two giant containers of cookies, she and her mom also made some awesome seven layer dip, both of which I got to take home. I also should give a shout-out to Jonathan for having the party.

So why so many cookies? Because, here's the bit where you get crazy envious and go on a cookie rampage to make up for your sad sad life, MY FRIENDS THREW ME A SURPRISE COOKIE PARTY! So many cookies so little time. In fact I ate so many in the beginning I had to stop because my stomach hurt. Chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal raisin, sugar, white chocolate Macadamia, and gingerbread. There were so many cookies that I only had 3 baby pieces of pizza. I also played Dance Dance for the first time, and met a bunch of people. Even though I found out and it wasn't a surprise we still got some good surprised pictures and everyone still shouted surprise even if I could see them. To top off an awesome night, Allison, Sarah and I pulled an all-nighter. They made it to around 6 and I stayed up until 6:15 to get some quality pictures of them sleeping and to see it light outside. We played cards, Perfection, saw some grody movies online and sat around and laughed at each other for awhile.

Also it's official I can't handle unlocking doors or carrying keys. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do when I go to college but I'll be sure a couple of people have spare keys. I went running and forgot to unlock the door. I got a good hour and a half of thinking time in. And then I tried picking the lock but the plastic thing broke off and got stuck in the door. Luckily, Mrs. Manthey came to the rescue. Eventually we got in and I got ready for the cookie party.

I think it's official, I'm hugaphobic. I'll admit I do like a nice hug every so often, and some people are extremely hugable and it's hard to resist, but naturally I'm not a big fan of the whole hugging thing. I'll hug you if we're related or if you're a good friends but it creeps me out when people I've talked to once or twice give me a hug. Sometimes I want to ask them, "do I know you?" I guess I'm more of a wave kind of girl.

This is all became to clear to me when I got to New Orleans because I didn't know a lot of people. Some people the first time I met them gave me a hug. Does anyone else find that weird? At this point I've known a lot of people for two months and have become hugably close to them that if they gave me a hug I wouldn't freak. I don't know if I'm totally hugaphobic, but I'm a very choosy hugger. Nothing too tight, I don't like it when people give you the pat, and a good squeeze is nice, but if I don't know you take a step back.

As Helen pointed out most recently on her blog, it seems that the human race thirsts for drama. The one time I write a long, boring entry that seems to drag on, everyone has something to say. People, tell me, does my funniness bore you? Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't like to read dramatic or unfunny things. Now maybe you don't know, but I have a rule about books. It's pretty simple. I only read funny ones. Do you lavish a good overly dramatic romance?

People, you had 9 (the PR) comments?! Where are you when I blog every other day? Hiding under a rock with a trashy romance novel? Now I've been contemplating deep thoughts for the past day..and a half and the best reason we could come up with on why you don't comment on my blog is....YOU FEEL INTIMIDATED. True or False? Correct the statement if it's false. Does my funniness scare you? Do you feel the need to have a funny comment? Would the words, "hah. Good one Jane." sum up your thoughts? Or do you just have nothing to say...always! I blog an awful lot, and Helen and I have decided it's not as much fun or encouraging when no one comments. How do I know if you read my blog if you didn't comment? Now I know I'm asking a lot of you. Feedback AND there's no drama. Shoot what will you do?

It seems my bully phase is coming to an end, and I'm going into my "I'm finding myself" phase. It kind of makes me sad. Being a bully was good fun. It made me seem threatening and I still had potential to marry into the Mafia. Instead now I'm reflective and feel the need to spend the summer in some foreign land to maybe fully understand who I am. But then I think to myself, what do I need a foreign country for if I can just continue living my life. I think I'm just tired of my life. If you think about it, I'm a sixth of a way through my life and for the past 5 years what have I done significant in my life other than plow through a couple years of school and grow a couple inches? But when I say I'm tired of my life I act as though my life would drastically improve if I knew how to play the guitar or could spend the summer at the beach. Last night I was thinking I should write a book, but then I was like man, I'm 14, living an isolated life and why would anyone want to read about that? It's not like I'm capable of writing fiction either. Here everyone knows about college, I don't have a clue about what I want to do with my life. The other thing is I feel like I'm living my life all wrong. I'm always stressed out about school or crew or some stupid essay. I'm always tired and I don't have enough fun, but I also don't want to become some flower child who always goes with the flow.

Yeah, so if you got this far, sorry. That's was kind of boring and not very funny at all.

-I'm coming home the 17th
-Helen is finally back form Hawaii and you can catch her online
-Mary is no longer part of the dialogue project. It has now become the monologue project

Yet again I'm bored with my hair. Currently it's pretty long and need to be cut, but I wonder since its so long should I dye it again? Blonde at the end? Pink again? A streak of red? Should I just deal with being boring and move on? Or should I wait until summer when I'll have more time to redye it? Or should I just go for a new style? Check out the link for the night of dying my hair pink. Leave me a comment and tell me what you think.

Also I added more pictures to my picture site it's not nearly as boring.

That's right see the notorious Sarah! Jane has finally posted...4 that's right you can count them on one hand, pictures! I'm working on it, eventually I will scan more.

Sara (without the h) has discontinued her blog, but as I, the Dueling Dragon says "Only the strong survive in the Battle of the Blogs." Sara has obviously proved to be the weaker blog power. Also while Helen is in Hawaii (Will she ever return?) It seems that a certain someone has stopped turning her phone conversations with Helen into a blog and has decided to take over Mommy's blog. Mom's thought on this matter were, "Someone is blog on my line." If anyone can decipher this secret message, I'm sure we'd all be interested in it's meaning.

Currently I'm on a quest to watch 17 movies in 14 days, it's awfully difficult considering the US Postal Service is as slow as the rate I'm posting pictures. Plus, I think one of the movies I sent back got lost in the mail. Who knows, but hopefully this mission will be accomplished otherwise I'll have to start brutally slashing movies off of my list. Why do I have to learn? It's slowing down my movie process.

If you're living in New Orleans right now this will probably be really boring for you, just to give you a heads up.

While living in New Orleans I have discovered just how good hot Krispy Kremes are. So good that I don't think I'm capable of only buying a dozen, always go for two. In the past two days, I've had 20 donuts. That's right 10 is my limit. If I could I would try to eat the whole dozen, which I tried to do, but it seems to be impossible. Also the large amounts of sugar, doesn't do much for my sleeping habits.

Also once I was ripped away from my love, no not Campus Corner this time but, Hope's cookies I realized just how much I love cookies. Now it seems to be that Hope's cookies are just so good that only one or two can fulfill my cookie loving. Here I've rediscovered my love of cookies, so much so that they've nicknamed me cookie. Mmm, cookies.

Without my favorite pizza place just a phone call away, I've been missing my cheesy lovin. Not only that but Sarah hearts cheese. No Louisiana cheese product can compare to the cheesy goodness of Cheese fries or a Philly (or Villanova) cheesesteak. I think is more of a known fact than a discovery but it's official, I want my MTV...I mean my Campus corner!

Also I want to make a shout-out to all my friends who are turning 16, getting their licenses and permits. But be on the look-out, Jane's turning the big 1-5 soon and that's only a year away from her permit. Rock on!