You make me mad.

I'm one of those people who want things done quickly. That includes driving from point A to point B. Meetings. Work. The day in general when I'm bored, but what really irritates me is that douche bag that drives a million miles past you just to get in front of you and go approximately two mph. Then of course there has to be a million cars driving by you and you can't get over it's a tragedy. What would possess someone to do that. It's stupid, ignorant, and SO irritating. If I could I would just get out and punch every person in the face that did that to me, be serious I have places to be and people to see, I don't have time to sit behind your slow ass because you think your cute. It's like the people that fail to yield at a YIELD sign only to almost hit you and then continue to honk and throw their hands at you like you were the one just drove right by a huge sign that said yield. I'm easily irritated and probably have more pet peeves than anyone in the world but when I'm driving the last thing I want is to be slowed down by an idiot or almost hit by the stupidest person in the world. Cut me some slack and leave me alone when I'm driving you stay in your lane I'll stay in mine and we wont have any problems as long as you at least drive the speed limit. Thanks for your time correct your mistakes accordingly. Good Day!


P.S. Just in case you were wondering and "forgot" in the years since you've taken your drivers exam below is a yield sign.

Below is what I drive. Stay out of the front of this unless you are going the speed limit. Kay? Thanks!

Janes People Of Walmart

I really have been waiting to post because I have created my own 'People of Walmart.com', but Jane's is, I bet, far more funny than any other pictures you have seen, and you will get the full story.

First off, all of these are from Walmart, Hinesville, Georgia.. Just so you know. That first picture is the only one that really can meet the requirements to go on the real 'People of Walmart.com', but keep in mind this is Jane's!

Allison and I, oh shoot, maybe she needs a name too. Okay so, Quinn and I were at Walmart, just hanging out for the day. We possibly walked around for an hour or maybe even two. We werent even looking at anything, just walking around, hoping to maybe run into a friend or two. This lady walked into my line of sight, and I had to do a double take. I made Quinn look too. I really couldnt believe what I just saw. "Oh my gosh, was she really just wearing that?" "I really think so, thats disgusting, I really dont want to see her bra, let alone all of her fat." "Shes wearing a matching headband!"

This here is our women. At first, we didnt take a picture. I said wow, that could go on 'People of Walmart.com'. Quinn told me I should have took a picture. So we went on a hunt, to find her. She had to be somewhere close, and she was. I had my camera out, but hidden by my purse so I could snap the shot while walking behind her. This infact is a see threw shirt. Black with white polka dots. Straight up black bra, and this is the back view. The front view was the horrible part, and trust me, we tried to take a picture. She wasnt ugly in the face, not one bit, but lord help us, dont let people leave the house dressed improperly. When we decided we wanted a frontal of this woman, we made it a new hunt, and we were off. Up and down the food isles of Walmart, searching for her, since she was long gone by now. We were hiding at the end pieces of the isles with the camera set up. Oh shoot, she moved isles, so we ran to the other end, and set up again. You know the order. This went on for about an hour possibly while we tried to get a picture. It just wasnt happening. Actually she started seeing us. It became apparent that we wer

e following her, so I really had to hid the camera. Every where I turned she was there looking up at me. Every time I took out the camera, she looked up and saw it. I thought she was going to bitch at us, so we just stopped trying. It could have turned out bad. Who knows, a fat lady in a see threw shirt might have been brawling with me on the floor in walmart!

When we finally go to leave, we are walking threw the parking lot. I see these hot pink shorts. Cute, I guess. Not really when you have cottage cheese looking thighs. Hot pink shorts dont exactly compliment your ass cheeks. I dont exactly find it attractive when your constantly pulling your shorts from your crotch! Maybe she should have wore her friends pink shoes! Haha!!

Last but long least, there was this weird trio. A black man, who just happened to look thuggish like every other black person here in Hinesville. But who he was with was a weird thing. This big girl, with the spiky red and black hair. Well its only spiky in the front. But then a white boy, punkish, but he might have been gay. It just was very weird, seeing them together, all headed into Walmart like best friends!

Number One..

This isn't about my number one best friend, or my number one favorite food or drink, or my number one dream car. This hear, my friends, is all about my number one pet peeve. You might hate when someone near you chews threw ice, just like its a freaking bag of potato chips. That doesn't bother me, I do it too. People bite off their finger nails right to the quick, that bugs you? Sorry, I bite my nails too. Things like that just don't get to me. Don't get me wrong, I do have a lot of pet peeves, they just might be a little strange to you.


Give me a drum roll please.. BA DADADADADADAD! (ha ha I had to really think of how to spell out a drum roll) NUMBER ONE PET PEEVE= dumb people on motorcycles! What, you may wonder. How, you may think. Let me explain. You know when people hate the revving of the engines on cars? Its almost the same thing with motorcycles. I understand your Harley might be loud, but do you REALLY need to show off at a stop light? I can give my car gas too! It just might now sound the same. If I really wanted to hear that shit, I would buy it on a soundtrack. But you know what, it gives me a headache. Another thing, they just think they are the shit, weaving in and out of traffic. When in reality, YOUR STUPID. What happens when BAMMMM, a car switches lanes, and you fly off your motorcycle? There ain't that much protection on those things you know. Head ends up disconnected from your body, arms and legs, all jumbled up! So, maybe your not exactly showing off weaving or revving. But, how about texting while on your motorcycle? There is laws against texting while driving, and I believe they mean in a regular car. That definitely applies to you then, idiot. You know how you have to use one hand to block the wind around a lighter to light a cigarette? Well tell me how you do THAT while driving a motorcycle. People I promise you I am not fibbing to you, I have seen this all. Too bad I haven't been able to get pictures, because you know I would post them. I think its something in the male mind. Just like video games. We all must act stupid while riding our motorcycles. Well you know what, my boyfriend wont have one. My family members have been in accidents because of them. I know people who have had bad accidents on them. Not for me, I used to think riding on the back of one would be cool. Ehh, don't think so. Maybe Ill do it just one, that way I can say that I have but that will be it. I can stick to other dangerous things. But when I become someone of high authority I will make sure every damn state has a damn helmet law. Unlike Florida, I believe, but tell me if I'm wrong. In Jacksonville, everyone is zipping around, no helmet, head all exposed, ready to be hit and chopped off. Not my fancy, cover that shit up!


Better yet, everyone just get these! I used to have one when I was a kid, we could get a work out, and be safe!!


Signing out!
Jane Lane =D

Love Me. Love Me Not.

Okay so this is Brendan Fehr. He plays on an old show, Roswell, that was about four aliens planted on the earth to stop the end of their planet blah blah blah. Whatever. I think he is the most adorable person ever. I watch the show and he is difficult, closed off from the world, but loyal if anything. He is dating a girl on the show and is finally making the point of trying to make the relationship work, apparently he realized that she doesn't have to stay with him. (It's been two years by the way) Congratulations he learned the first life lesson every male should be born with. Your "girlfriend" is not someone who HAS to do anything. Which is the point of this particular post. Why would you "want" someone and think that just because you like having them around is going to make them stay in the self-destructive relationship they are in? Okay so I've made my fair share of mistakes in the lame boyfriend department believe me, but in the long run all it really did was show me what I deserved, how much better I could do, and that I wasn't going to settle for anything less. Anyone can look at me and tell me they love me or they are so happy to have me in their life but it takes a completely different kind of person to show that and be genuine about it. So many different kinds of mistakes are made every day I'm a hard person to please I wont lie, but it should be obvious talking to me like a kindergartner will NOT help you at all. I graduated highschool and am in college I understand the english language quite well and don't need you to speak to me like I just learned it. I'm a big girl and can take care of myself, I don't need anyone to tell me what to do, when to do it, or how to do it. If you don't like the way I do things I can show you where the door is. I am who I am and REFUSE to change for anyone. I cuss like a freakin sailor, smoke...alot, don't think before I speak, and sometimes can be just rude, but that is who I am and in one way or another I like all of those things. I speak my mind and if you don't want to know what I think then don't talk to me. It's simple really, if your in a relationship your with someone because you like who they are and what they stand for not because they look good in tight jeans or give good blow jobs or are good in bed. That ladies and gentleman is a booty call, one night stand, sex buddy, whatever you want to call it but not a relationship. A relationship means something, sex is an action that is usually used to exaggerate that feeling but now is more or less used as a hey how you doin method. Whatever floats your boat I don't care who your sleeping with or how well they are at it but don't tell people your in a relationship when you don't talk, they walk through the door and you rip their clothes off and they leave without saying a word. That's NOT a relationship! So your probably wondering where all of this is coming from. Today I was talked into being in a relationship. Yes talked into it, it was not a joint effort nor was it a duo idea. It was his idea and he knew what to say. After thinking about it for approximately six hours I realized I don't really like him. Rude? Maybe. Will it break his heart? God I hope not. But the point is atleast we talk, we've never had sex and he listens to what I have to say. He is looking for something in life I hope I never see and we are going two different directions. Now that I have vented about "relationships" I realize that we are in a joke not a relationship. Granted none of the above really applies to us but it does to about 65% of the world.

He's just so pretty :]

I thought I would leave you with a marvelous picture of him to help you sleep better at night!

Good Day!

INNNTRROOODUUCCCINNNGGG,

Me, Kendra. This blog just so happens to be Random Picture Ramble. I had to take the jeep to the dealership today, to check why the check engine light was on. Thinking I was going to be there for like, uhm, every, I stopped and picked myself up some stuff. Nice 79 cent drink from Parkers, along with the tasty eggrolls they have, and a bag of chips. How great right?

Well that exactly didn't take as long as I thought. This is my sigh of relief picture in my hot pink aviators! (They are new, by the way) I no longer have to steal Dylan's. And my hair is growing back out to the way it used to be. If I ever talk about wanting to cut my hair, make sure you comment and tell me NO WAYY JOSE! Or should I say NO WAYY JANE LANE! Haha.. So this blog was JUST supposed to be about the picture of myself. But something happened today. Makes me wonder why, or how things can possibly happen. So let my ramble begin...

Well, see here, I am addicted to Starbucks, or well I used to be. But since they changed the way they make their drinks, I'm not such a fan any more. Anyways, I got a small one today, just for the fun of it. I was very tasty, well the start of it. I got home and set it on the coffee table while I went upstairs with mother. We keep a gate at our stairs so the dogs don't come up, but Boone knocked it down and came up. So I had to go back down and set it up. Want to know what exactly I saw?

That's right! This is what I saw. I bet you didn't know that dogs like Starbucks just as much as us Humans do. I had maybe drank half of it, and shes just licking and licking away. "Zoey! How could you!!" But she just sits and looks at me. She might as well finish the damn thing, since I wont. Someone has to enjoy it. I enjoyed the first have, so be my guest finish enjoying it. This isn't what gets me though. You see the mess in the picture? Right there on the pillow? That's the ONLY mess there was from the Starbucks.

Right here on the coffee table is where it was sitting. Close to the edge, yes. So you'd think you'd have a mess on the floor next to the coffee table, and possibly and mess across the floor over to the pillow where it was at. But no, JUST on the pillow there was Starbucks spilled. Can anyone explain how to me? I am really stumped. I mean come on, look at the floor!!
She had to drag, or carry, which ever, all across the floor to get to the pillow. How is there no mess? That's why I'm stumped. Dogs don't have fingers to hold, and hands to carry things. This is what I pictured. Dog hopping on two back paws with my Starbucks in her two front paws all the way to the pillow. HAHA not happening. I cant see why!


She enjoyed it, and I can tell. See it all over her bottom lip. It was on the top, but I couldn't get a picture before she licked it all up. I cant be mad at her since shes soo cute, but you just cant be leaving Starbucks around anywhere. Good thing I didn't have a mess to clean up, she finished it.

Signing out,

Jane Lane =D

I'm Just Plain JANE LANE

Or so you think I am. I am part two of this blog, the left lung, the other half the heart. I have to be here to make things function. Kendra is the name, in real life. I'm just seventeen years old, and I am living life. Senior in high school with plans on becoming a nurse. Even though I am not to sure what type of nurse yet, but that can wait. I stick with working hard on my grades instead of partying or hitting up that scene. I could, but I guess its not my thing. My boyfriend Dylan lives with me, so I tend to hang out with him a lot. He is my "spare time". Besides him being sucked into his video games and all that crap, besides work, we just chill. I like the outdoors. I totally enjoy going out for a day, whether it be boating or camping. The beach is rather close so that makes it a lot more fun. But I happen to get sunburnt a lot even with SPF 30. My doctor told me I should maybe buy SPF 100. A new company started making it, and it wont make my skin oily, so I dont have to worry. How great is that? Id like to have a little bit of color to my skin, but NOO got to use SPF 100. Haha Screw that! I enjoy taking pictures, but its even better being on the opposite side of the camera lense. If only I had the time and the money to try and start a modeling career. But that wont ever happen, at least in this life time. Besides, I have too many problems. Being famous would only make it worse. You see, I am a hypocondriac. I have every new disease, and I could possibly catch every virus and bacteria. Okay maybe Im not that bad but seriously, dont inform me about some new shit. My favorite animals are turtles and dolphins. Mostly turtles, because ever since I was a baby my mom thinks I look like a turtle, and its kind of true. But then dolphins so pretty and just amazing. The perfect place to see them is here at sunrise at the beach. In my past life, I think I was a dog. I can fall asleep with someone rubbing my head, behind my ears, my back, or even rubbing my stomach. Weird huh? Thats what makes me a dog! And just like dogs, I love to sleep. If I could I would probably wear my pj's all day and lay in my bed and not get up except to pee and poop! But since us humans have to do everything, I am stuck getting up every day.

I think everyones had enough of me, and actually I'm all out of words. Enough for the night, except this one last thing. Your probably wondering how Daria and Jane decided to start blogging. No we didnt meet online, no we dont have kids born in the same month. We are best friends. Seperated by the always wonderful PCSing of the US military. Sent me(Jane) all the way down to Georgia, while my best friend got to stay in Missouri. But this blog will bring us closer, and bring you all closer to us!

Signing out,
Jane Lane =D

Fact. Not Fiction.

I'm Daria. Well on this blog I am anyway. In reality my name is Alina. I'm twenty years old and a current college student duel majoring criminal justice & psychology with aspirations of being a juvenile probation officer. I work full time with the local school district and the special needs children. I love it, it makes me smile and I learn more and more about myself and the world around me everyday. I'm extremely sarcastic and usually speak without thinking. Music is my favorite thing in the world. I listen to almost everything, country/rap/r&b/pop/alternative/rock all of it connects with me in different ways. My mood influences most of what I'm listening to. I have realized life is short so I laugh alot... like way more than normal. I laugh at the worst times but it is who I am. You can almost always make my day with a corny joke, especially those ones that came on the dixie cups. I love to take pictures of everything that I think is beautiful. I wish I could be a professional photographer but to make a living doing it you have to be well known and to much that much effort into it would ruin the whole point for me. I over-analyze everything. The smallest things can dwell on my mind for weeks. I have big dreams and a bucket list. I will accomplish everything on my list before the day I die and my dreams are within reach. No one will stand in my way. I believe in karma and know it's coming around to get some of the two-faced people in my life. Bright colors make me smile and I think sunsets are gorgeous. Dr. Pepper is the only doctor I like to see. My brother is my best friend, my mom is my support system, and my friends are what make my life worth living. Pinkie promises are serious business, if you break one of those our friendship is literally over. I like to think everything happens for a reason but ninety percent of the time I really just don't understand why. I learn from my mistakes but still seem to make the same ones over and over again, the consequences just weren't that extreme. I want to fall in love but only once, i'm in no rush and won't be left heartbroken. That's a promise. I hate feet, don't put them on me or anywhere near me especially with no socks. When you sneeze I'm the weird person in wal-mart that says bless you but it always makes me feel good when someone random tells me bless you so I feel the need to pass on the feeling. I'm not an easy one to get mad, It takes alot and I don't cry either. I text alot probably more than I speak to you face to face. I hate going to movie theaters with annoying couples trying to have conversations, and the unhappy baby that cries the whole movie, I would rather rent a movie and stay in then go and pay way to much money to listen to someone else's problems. I'm extremely passionate about alot of things. I still color, it releases stress. I think about the past and the future but I focus on the present I don't want to miss a thing. I have two tattoos and can't wait to get another one. I bite my nails alot and am trying to stop the habit. I guess this is enough insite into me for now. Good day!