It's time to fly

Fate has provided my with many opportunities to talk to a certain someone I wall call Mr..Rabbit until I come up with a more creative name. Fate or destiny or whoever that person is called decided to provide me with these opportunities that I'm constantly turning down. One day the ninja within me awoke and I've decided tomorrow will be the day I make history in my life story. Once I make history I'll have some inspirational speech material to preach about. So until then gods and goddesses of le skies please help me out!

-Just Jane

"Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change."
-Jim Rohn

Cycle of life

It all started in February after yet another tragic Valentine's day. I was wondering the halls like a lone wolf pretending not to look like a loner in a bright red Lolita dress. Suddenly my breath was taken away and I couldn't move. It was my childhood friend that I hadn't talked to since the end of 5th grade and my golly did he grow up! He was so marvelous I couldn't speak. I was afraid that he'd forgotten me especially since I'd changed from a dorky . . . . . whatever I was . . . . to a person with . . . personality! Then again my face stayed exactly the same. So I walked past him and tried to think of things to say. By the end of the day I wrote what I wanted to say on paper and gave it to him in the pouring rain without looking him in the eye or saying it was from me. The month ended and if I could go back in time I would DEFINITELY  re live that moment and say "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?" instead of walking away.
The next few days went by and I realized all those feelings I had towards him from back in the 4th grade had returned. And they'd gotten worse.
It would've made sense if I changed and learned from past mistakes but apparently that wasn't the case. Eventually I came to the realization that life is a cycle and events from the past can reincarnate into a different form. Sadly that's what happened.

-Just Jane

"Happiness depends upon ourselves"
-Aristotle

Another craft

I was supposed to be completing some art requests that were made a month ago but I woke up with the strong urge to write in a diary. When I want to write I want to write in an entirly blank notebook. So this morning I decided to use my pink spiralbound notebook that was originally supposed to be used for school but I wanted to save it for a writing project just because it's pretty. I then realized it looked boring. Next I went around the house searching for decorating material. I found stickers and gems and a bow and pretty paper.

Front cover

<- This is what it looks like

Back.

I also had a broken charm bracelet and earring piece. It wasn't easy but I managed to hook the earring piece onto the bent spiral and put the spiral back into place.

 The inside cover  was made with stickers, paper, sharpies, prettytape, and my imagination.

Instructions for this craft if you are interested:

1. Take an old notebook that looks boring

2. Cut paper to cover the boring-ness of the notebook

3. Glue the paper onto the cover

4. Glue random pretty things over the paper and add tape if you wish

5. Glue again because glue sucks

6. Done :)

- Just Jane

"Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change."

-Jim Rohn

A memory

Once upon a time when I was a little girl I kept pasta in a jar with little black buttons. At times I would eat one or two pieces of the pasta to see if it was still good and it was. Years went by and I kept the jar of pasta and buttons in my room. I would never ever let my mother cook the pasta because then the jar would only be filled with little black buttons. This morning I began to wonder "Why did I keep that jar?" to this day I still can't make myself empty the jar because it contains a little bit of my hapiness from being a child. Emptying it would be like burning my childhood memories.

-Just Jane


"An effort made for the happiness of others lifts us above ourselves."
-Lydia M. Child

Who to be?

Well being 3 people is probably a lot harder than being 2 peopole which is more complicated than being 1 person. I was editing my profile because I felt like it and I thought "Hmmm....how do I seperate the life I don't fee like sharing from the life I want to share with the world, without starting over?" Then my brain announced "You could make another email" and the other half of brain shouted "NOT AGAIN!". Then finally the smart section of my brain said "You should rant about who to be or something."
Which part of me should I be? Why am I keeping them seperate especially if I have no viewers. Well the answer is simple. "Because I feel like it." It seems in life you're biggest enemy is yourself.
I ran out of words to type.

-Just Jane

"You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself one."
-Henry David Thoreau

All of a sudden a little mini-show popped into my over excited about nothing brain.
Hugefan: WHAT?! YOU RAN OUT OF WORDS TO TYPE!? I want to read more! MORE I TELL YOU!
Hugefan's older sibling: What are you doing on the computer (or laptop or ipad or whatever)
Hugefan: I'm reading my favorite blog. What do you want?!
Hugefan's older sibling: Who's blog
Hugefan: Some cheesy chick named Jane who blogs about random things.
Hugefan's older sibling: Did she really just say she's out of words to type?
Hugefan: Yeah it sucks. I was really into her personality speech.
Hugefan's older sibling: Email her or something.
Hugefan: GOOD IDEA!
Hugefan's older sibling: Oh...dude scroll down.
Hugefan: OMG!!!!! SHE'S WRITING ABOUT ME!
Hugefan's older sibling: Interesting. . . It's too bad we're only fragments of her imagination.

I've noticed . . .

If I said "I saw a classroom full of students today" you would probably say "And you're telling me this why?!". What would you say if I told you the students on the left were on fire and the students on the right were frozen?
I was sitting in the back of the class working on school stuff and then I looked up. First there were four people on the left wearing bright red and about 3-5 people on the right wearing bright blue. Like Fire and Ice. But then I noticed there were MORE than three people wearing red on the left. And on the right one person at my table was also wearing blue along with most of the people. Well obviously no one planned this. Isn't it kind of strange though? Having fire and Ice right in front of you?

-Just Jane

For the people in Japan: Happy White day! I don't need to pray that they make it through this catastrophe. I KNOW they will make it through this catastrophe.


"Regret for wasted time is more wasted time"
-Mason Cooley

Rant about random things

Today at school I heard someone say something that made me want to rant. Someone made a model of the secret Annex (From Anne Frank) out of legos and this person pretty much claimed legos are for four year olds. This made me look back on how my mom and I always get legos for my nephews who are MUCH older than four. My mind also thought of really cool lego stop motions. So why do people think legos are for little people? I bet there is at least one person in this world who is around 80 and they still make something cool out of legos like a model of google chrome, a stop motion for a music video, or even an entire star wars movie out of legos. Honestly I think that would be super cool because it's not easy to do.

So anyway High school is coming up and today I realized what a strange child I was back then. When I was around three or four my biggest dream was to go to high-school. I grew up with the stereotype that High school was torture with lots of push ups in gym, dodge ball where you could die getting hit by dodge balls, super hard tests where you fill in the bubble instead of write your entire answer on a line and you specifically HAVE to use a number 2 pencil, (I didn't know what a mechanical pencil was) and all kinds of challenges like mixing chemical A and C to somehow make chemical W or something like that. I think I watched too much of Dexter's laboratory. Is that show still on? I loved how Dexter was all smart and serious and short and Deedee was all ditzy and tall and girly. Then the parents were super carefree and flexible. Now I have to watch Johnny Test, Symbiotic titan, and a bunch of shows that are nothing like Dexter's laboratory. Anyway so my vision of High school was a place where you become a genius by being tortured by all these tests and push-ups and stuff. I was (and still am) a very backwards kid and I really WANTED that torture. There was something about number two pencils and circles and paper that made me very happy.
So later I grew up with this odd tradition where I write a story about someone who's an entire grade level above me and I'm always way off. For example in 7th grade I wrote The Girl in Black and the next thing I knew I was way off. And in 4th or 5th grade I wrote some weird story that makes no sense about a girl in 6th grade and I was also way off. Then there's this one story about two high school girls and I was soooo far off! High school does NOT have recess anymore. This is going to sound strange but I don't really miss recess. I was that strange kid that would rather walk a mile than play on a playground. Which is pretty much what I did at age . . . . I don't know but recess wasn't my favorite thing. But what I loved about elementary school was writing. In fourth grade we were given these blank books and we could write in them. Oh my gosh I was so excited to write in those I was the first person to finish in the class AND I drew in all the illustrations. I looked back at it and this is the conversation that goes on:
me: WHAT THE ?? ?? ? Oh I get it now umhmm yeah I remember that
book: blah blah blah totally unrealistic story
me: I love how it's so off proportion umhmm yeah LOL wow what kind of a person was I?!
then i skipped to the ending and had no clue what my book was about but I remember how much fun I had making it.
I also remember this one show called "Ned's declassified school survival guide" I started watching it again and I acutally applied some of the tips from "the guide" and they worked! I know it's a guide for middle school but I'm sure some of them could work in high school. Although I'm pretty sure there won't be any janitors trying to catch a weasel, or scary evil science teachers (I HOPE) speaking of science I wanted to dissect a frog when I was a kid. That was probably listed as one of the tortures which meant I REALLY wanted to do it. I didn't know that you were required to in middle school so that made me happier. The teacher was talking about the whole process but my brain was saying "YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY FROG DESSECTION WE GET TO CUT OPEN THE FROGGIE AND LOOK AT ALL THE STUFF INSIDE YAY YAY YAY I'm NOT grossed out at all!" and the rest of the girls in the class were all like EWWWW OH MY GOSH I'M GONNA FAINT THAT'S SO NASTY EWWW I DON'T WANNA DO THIS CAN WE NOT DO THIS EWW. And I was like Well I guess I'm the only brave one here. So I dissected the frog with a smile on my face. Beleive it or not it is NOT TRUE when the teacher says you HAVE to touch the frog. Yes I proved it. My skin did not make any contact with the frog at all because my partner did all the frog touching while I ripped out all the yellow things. And all the frogs in our class were females. How weird is that? I was still happy even though I failed at ripping out the yellow things. They gave us teeny little scissors to do the cutting. If you're a teacher and you're reading this I suggest you use tweezers instead because scissors are not effective. If they were I would've cleanly dissected the froggie with no problem or mess at all.
What other tortures does school hold? Well I didn't know much but I knew what the word homework was. I wanted to hate homework. (I certainly got that wish) If there's one life lesson I learned it's that the people who have nothing to hate aern't really complete. I imagine my life without all the things I hate and it seems like a bland story with almost no plot and conflict.
Well I've ranted my little big heart out for now. Happy Friday

-Just Jane

"Opportunities multiply as they are seized"
-Sun Tzu