You're jealous.

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63261052011-04-21T17:12:18.257-04:00You're jealous.This is your badness level. It's unusually high for someone your size.Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1081457043719324372004-04-08T16:41:00.000-04:002004-04-08T16:47:51.903-04:00the end

So that's the end of you're jealous. It served the purpose of keeping in touch with people at home while I was in new orleans, so I'm done with it. Catch you on the flip side.

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1080772000717793752004-03-31T16:56:00.000-05:002004-03-31T17:30:18.200-05:00Eat, sleep and row

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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1079928730722353492004-03-21T23:11:00.000-05:002004-03-21T23:15:35.060-05:00You're Jealous

My title is back by popular demand.

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1079928323269675602004-03-21T22:52:00.000-05:002004-03-21T23:08:47.670-05:00 I've got the power.

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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1079467724332358892004-03-16T14:59:00.000-05:002004-03-16T15:12:01.390-05:00Family Blog

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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1079302756923933822004-03-14T16:40:00.000-05:002004-03-14T17:36:57.716-05:00You're jealous.

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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1079048432560630692004-03-11T18:15:00.000-05:002004-03-11T18:43:42.513-05:00Hug-aphobic

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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1078882649032364172004-03-09T20:37:00.000-05:002004-03-09T21:04:43.903-05:00Commenters, where are you?

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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1078761019850278642004-03-08T10:34:00.000-05:002004-03-08T10:53:25.110-05:00Bye Bully phase

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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1078508300260380102004-03-05T12:36:00.000-05:002004-03-05T12:41:21.653-05:00Updates

-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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1078436804004063152004-03-04T16:42:00.000-05:002004-03-04T16:51:16.576-05:00I'm bored

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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1078287980872888372004-03-02T23:22:00.000-05:002004-03-02T23:34:54.670-05:00Pictures!

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 (

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1078171071375302152004-03-01T14:33:00.000-05:002004-03-01T15:00:47.950-05:00Discoveries and rediscovering

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

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1077859668924037432004-02-27T00:17:00.000-05:002004-02-27T00:30:40.153-05:00The Passion of Christ

So tonight I saw the highly overrated movie, The Passion of Christ. I'll admit the movie was well done, but I felt as though I was wasting my time. There was no gut-wrenching plot twist or piss your pants jokes, in fact I knew the ending. It affirmed the new unwritten Jane rule that you shouldn't see popular movies that have subtitles in theaters because all the old people feel the need to

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1077663881114769312004-02-24T17:38:00.000-05:002004-02-27T00:34:19.873-05:00Mardi Gras Wrap-up

Mardi Gras is secretly a chance for all the drunk and tall people to get rewarded for being the way they are. Now you may think I'm tall, but not tall enough. The tall people like stand right above you and steal your beads, and everyone throws things to drunk girl in hopes that they'll see something. Fools. Mardi Gras Statistics: In 5 days I went to 11 parades. At Mardi Gras the point is

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1077216664666942692004-02-19T13:36:00.000-05:002004-02-19T13:54:34.560-05:00The title says it all

I know you're jealous. Because it's freaking hot here! Around 12:30 pm I stepped outside to study a little history, I was a little chilly in the shade so I moved out into the sun. Sitting around I was so hot I had to strip. Okay, not really but I took off my sweater quickly, and I wished I was in my bathing suit. It felt like an early June day. It was blindingly sunny and the black roof was

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1077116253155693812004-02-18T09:22:00.000-05:002004-02-18T10:03:28.030-05:00A week in Review, 5 days same thing

When people said that Mardi Gras started on Friday, I didn't think they were serious. That's right, Mardi Gras starts a week and a half before Fat Tuesday. Don't be fooled. So the family trickled into the fabulous state of Louisiana for a weekend of fine dining, sun shiny walks on the beach, and some quality time with our buddy Ralph. We had several meals of fried food, sugary food and of

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1076527706578110462004-02-11T14:25:00.000-05:002004-02-11T15:54:46.856-05:00The Battle Continues

The battle of the blogs is back! The dueling dragons, I mean sisters are duking it out again. This time New Orleans style. Check out the movie I made about Helen and I. Or check out her blog (See links) and tell her how bad it is. P.S. Who says I'm not taking back my country?

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1076519381740460602004-02-11T11:54:00.000-05:002004-02-11T13:05:48.983-05:00Talent, talent, talent

I watched two movies yesterday. You might ask how Jane? Well perserverance and very little schoolwork is the key to success. Netflix helps too. I was very successful yesterday. I got yelled at for the 400th time by the art teacher. Well, not so much yelled at, but harassed about my amount of free time. I also ate a lot and felt really sick, but I'm tough. And I watched Gilmore Girls. The

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1076353903177716512004-02-09T13:50:00.000-05:002004-02-09T14:14:10.606-05:00Shaking her thing, Shaking her thing

Check out my stud of a sister, Helen on visibility day. Dean Dean Dean... this "marathon" isn't looking up. The countdown begins! 4 more days until the ruckus begins. Get excited! What kind of Philly food do I want? Decisions, decisions. Make your voice heard, and leave a comment telling me your favorite, traveling philly food. Mmmmm, hungry. Feed me! This weekend, what did I do? It

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1075999218062377582004-02-05T11:31:00.000-05:002004-02-05T11:42:39.436-05:00Where's the love? Suddenly, I know.

The family is coming! That's right more than half, almost the whole family is coming to visit me. That's a lot, 5, count 'em 5 family members! Mary, once again I ask you, "where's the love?" Is Dean more important than me? Don't answer that... Go, take back our country. Everyone loves the land of the warm, and everyone loves the land of Jane. Helen just can't enough of me, she's always

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1075904023564793522004-02-04T09:06:00.000-05:002004-02-04T09:16:03.856-05:00'C' is for Cookie

I love to keep my readers happy, so by high demand I've listed my top seven favorite cookies from Hope's. 1. Chocolate Chip 2. Chocolate Chip 3. Chocolate Chip 4. White Chocolate Macadamia Nut 5. Peanut Butter Milk Chocolate 6. Hope's Royale 7. Oatmeal raisin Peace, Love and Cookies.

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1075733550543756982004-02-02T09:36:00.000-05:002004-02-02T09:54:47.546-05:00Philadelphia Sports Pride

This weekend was my tourist weekend. I went to the "Aquarium of the Americas". I know New Orleans is classy not trashy. I pet a shark, and some starfish. It was great fun. We played laser tag. That makes a total of twice for Jane. I wasn't exactly the best, not even close, but hey I was friends with the best player and that's what matters. I went to Bennigan's, the reject T.G.I Fridays

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1075320531255891432004-01-28T14:29:00.000-05:002004-01-28T15:11:02.293-05:00New Orleans, New Jersey, What's the difference?

This town is eerily like Cape May. The houses are a lot closer than at home. The water kind of tastes funny. They may not have an ocean, but there are several bodies of water. They have funnel cake year round, disguised as beignets. It smells like the beach too. It's breezy here, and gets really hot in the summer. Okay so maybe it doesn't get that hot in Cape May but that's not the point.

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1075149785307778782004-01-26T15:18:00.000-05:002004-01-26T15:45:13.153-05:00Who needs school? Not me.

So, if you're a loyal blog reader, you know that my periods are 80 minutes long. Today I've had two free periods. If you're in Philly you may not be so jealous, since you had a snow day, but it was still pretty awesome in my book. This is a once in a lifetime experience, and while I was living it up one of the teachers started hassling me. Stupid teacher, I don't do that whole learning thing.

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1074819910409058122004-01-22T19:54:00.000-05:002004-01-22T20:07:13.543-05:00Y'all are gonna love it here.

So my first day at school in New Orleans was...different. First of all its so warm here. They all think it's super cold but I got here and I was burning up in my coat. I had a poh boy with fried catfish and it was actually pretty tasty. It's a good thing I like fish. The school is a lot bigger here. The block scheduling is a bit off a killer. It's like having double period every subject,

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1074488366350316472004-01-18T23:37:00.000-05:002004-01-19T00:01:24.280-05:00Decked in my green...

My last night out, and the eagles didn't win. I was all decked in my green, set for the game. I don't even like to think about it. So disappointing, for the third year the Eagles just didn't pull through, but at least we made it this far. Tonight, I played the most hardcore game of bs ever. Maybe not ever, but I used to think we were hardcore at camp, no. Missy is the ultimate fooseball

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1074282069840224862004-01-16T14:33:00.000-05:002004-01-16T14:43:04.110-05:00Mae: the band everyone should be listening to

Mae, one of my favorite bands, is coming two times while I'm away. I swear every awesome band was like hey lets tour form mid-January till Mid-March and go to Philadelphia. If anyone goes to either of mae's concerts get me a t-shirt because I have an obsession with them. Not only that, but they're touring with further seems Forever when they come the second time around. And Sugarcult is also

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1074229368294600112004-01-15T23:19:00.000-05:002004-01-16T00:04:42.090-05:00Everybody Party like it's 1999

Today, I stalked the Rothrocks. I called them at 8 this morning asking about buses. I went to Costco, and shoveled with them. Then 4 hours later I came back to their house for a party. The party was definitely fun. Highlights: Eye of the tiger dance party, all of the tasty food, Jordan putting her face in her cake, Laura's Mitz video, and so many pictures. Exams made it seem like I was

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1074124006668019162004-01-14T18:43:00.000-05:002004-01-14T18:48:38.200-05:00Jane looking crazy, but check out the sweats!

I figured out how to do links, with a little help, and you all should be muy impressed. Last crew practice tomorrow, and it's yoga, I'm excited. I really just wanted to post that link, but i thought I would entertain you for a little longer. Opps too long.

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1074119598293249492004-01-14T17:16:00.000-05:002004-01-14T17:35:09.936-05:00The Sweats have Arrived!

I know you were all getting worried, but the sweats came in the mail. That's right tomorrow I will be sporting my studly "Geeks United" sweats (Check the title of the blog.) Helen made a pretty funny little movie about me being a bully today. Being a bully is almost as much fun as ruckussing. Today Megan and I were throwing around Emily's hat, and I was like, I heart being a bully. The other

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1074043142917136962004-01-13T20:18:00.000-05:002004-01-14T23:16:36.543-05:00The Dialogue Project

So this is my competition. Don't be fooled by her last nice post. So I have to make a second post so I don't lose. So I'm kind of annoyed with Gilmore Girls, they haven't had a new episode in forever. I want to make Eagles shirts. Other than my obsession with green, if we make it to the superbowl I need to be representing in New Orleans, but I'm cheap so making shirts is cooler. So I'm

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326105.post-1074036733360164802004-01-13T18:32:00.000-05:002004-01-13T18:34:03.716-05:00

So today Helen and I got in a bit of a rumble because her blog is the pits. Not only does her compadre never update, but this one man show is a little too slow for my taste. She offered to let me co-write on her blog (watch out Mary), but I laughed in her face and started my own blog. Here goes nothing: I don't think all this studying for exams is really good for me. I find myself running into

Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16628581158279387059noreply@blogger.com