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Here is the easy part of my aproximated 15 hour day. The kids are in bed. Hurrah. I'm going to do the dishes and tidy up the house before retiring to my novel studying blog reading studying and waiting for my phone to ring. Asleep? No, not yet. I said they're in bed. I'm not a freaking miracle worker.

Thirteen Things About Tiffany 1. I finally managed to turn in some Anthropology homework. I've only turned in 3 Annual Editions the entire year. I got them into her box at 9pm! Barely in time. 2. I skipped English and Anthro today to write my english paper. But the prof wasn't in his office or the Writing Center when I got to school. Lucky for me, he emailed us and said we could e-mail him any missing work. I ♥ you Prof. 3. I miss Mike. Hate to say that because this is only day #3 that he's been gone, but oh well. I haven't been able to talk to him. But he says he may be able to call tonight. 4. "Beer For My Horses" is stuck in my head... 'take all the rope in Texas, find a tall oak tree. Round up all of them bad boys hang 'em high in the tree. For all the people to see' 5. Both Alex and Lauren hit me today. Then they went down for naps. Seriously. They hit me. 6. I got to talk to Mike on AIM today. That was the first 'real time' interacti

for Mike soft music from black speakers into a dark room candles create light yellow glow feet entwined murmurs whispers sighs sprinkled with feather soft kisses that thrill and feel just like lightning eyes connect gaze into windows of likened souls hold on tight don't let this ever slip away

It's officially offical. I have a boyfriend. And life is good. I made stuffed peppers & salad for dinner last night. I like cooking for someone else, because otherwise, I'm not going to cook at all. I like preparing dinner. I like chopping olives but I hate chopping tomatoes. I like making things and watching it all come together. I made salad dressing...sort of (it came from a packet). I also drink more wine when I cook. Haha. We ate with Six Pence None The Richer playing low and when we finished up John 3, jazz music was making it's way from the speakers. A simple decision has become complicated. Should I go out for drinks & dinner tonight with Orin? I am unsure. He isn't making my decisions for me, but I ran it across Mike, just so he would know. I have homework to do and finals to study for. So I think I'll make it a quick drink. And make sure that Orin keeps his hands to himself. I'm very happy.

So Mike is meeting with his mentor for breakfast today. He wants to talk with Alan about me before he starts calling me his girlfriend. For all intents and purposes, though, I am his girlfriend . But I'll respect this. He really values what Alan has to say. I voiced my opinion, though, and wondered: well, what if Alan says, 'no'? I can't help but wonder what will happen! And Mike told me that he didn't want to give me any hint that he might not like me. Because he really does. He just wants to be wise and careful. We use that word a lot: wise. Are we being wise? What is in a title? I don't really know. All I know is that I really like Mike. And if this is very important to him, well then, I guess it's really important to me too. I'm kinda head-over-heels. Yeah. He's good. Good: Being positive or desirable in nature; not bad or poor. Having the qualities that are desirable or distinguishing in a particular thing. Not spoiled or ruined. In excellent

Thirteen Things 1…. Today will be the first day since last Thursday that I haven't hung out with Mike . I don't even have my cell phone with me, so no random text messages. 2…. Yesterday, I took some of my photos (see Not Really An Artist ) to CVS, blew them up, printed them, and framed them. I showed a few to Lindsay and he said: so when are you going to have a show here [at O-cha ]. That flattered me. Mike says I'm talented with my picture taking. (so of it, at least!) 3…. I've been talking to my friend Adam (a.k.a. A. G. Lewis ) on the phone a lot lately. Which has been really cool. As geographically unfortunate as this friendship is, I'm grateful for it. 4…. Last night, I was making dinner for Mike and on the phone with Adam . I had all this stuff out and no idea what to do with any of it. Adam gave me advice which I followed. And Mike loved it. Thanks, Adam ! 5…. I now have art on my walls. They are the pictures that I took. Mike hung them up for me and

What was up with this weekend? Hendersonville (Hannah Flannagan's for dinner) coffee (not frou-frou coffee, are you amazed?) Garden State (Ohmigod, you're totally freaking out. You're, like, bolting for the door.) Love Actually (Let us go get the shit kicked out of us by love) breakfast (Scrambled eggs and bacon) putting together a trampoline Easter Vigil @ St. Mary's Easter Sunday service @ North Hills Easter dinner (which is always actually Easter Lunch) Indian food & wine Add kissing and cuddling on the couch randomly in there and you have my weekend.

Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten We should really live our lives. Don't just let life pass you by. "No one else can speak the words on your lips." What have you left unsaid? What if something happened to a friend, and you never got to tell them what you really wanted to say? Every time my sister and I hang up on the phone, we always tell say we love each other. Always. What if something happened to her, and the last thing I said wasn't "I love you too, Mary."? Every single moment in life is something to be cherished. Ever second that we have is shorter than the last. Percentage wise. When we were one, the day lasted forever!!! But now, the day is so short. How can we possibly get anything done? I sat down with my mom

Let it be. Let it be. There will be an answer. Let it be. That's what The Beetles say, at least. So, seriously, let it be. Who am I talking to? I think, probably, I'm talking to me. Let it be, Tiff. It doesn't really matter. Let life live itself. Stop asking people what they think. Does he really like me? Does it really matter? If he does like me, then that will pan itself out, now won't it? If he doesn't, the same goes. I still have a really cool friend that I enjoy hanging out with. I just I would stop asking people about it. Because I know what I want to hear. "Yeah, he's totally into you." Of course, there are others who just automatically assume. Which annoys me. I'm hanging out with a friend who just happens to be a guy. And all of a sudden it becomes a 'hot date'. No, it's not! I don't even know if he likes me or not. Someone out there is reading this and shaking their head and thinking: I can't believe someone took tim

The Boat The Anchor The Dock The Line The Compass Your's truly. Yeahh..not art...but I like this picture. So ha.

Saturday was a lot of fun. First, we went downtown and had breakfast with some of the other deacon candidates at the Mills House. Yum yum. Then we went back to the cathedral for a Mass for the deacon candidates. Followed by a reception. Yum yum again. Later, we drove down to SeaBrook Island to see my dad's friend's boat. It was fun. I took pictures of the boat. And of the line. And of the dock. And of my feet on the dock. And someone took one of me: There was a storm a-commin' so we made our way to Folly Island and took shelter from the storm in a little hole-in-the-wall bar. Mucho fun. That evening, seminarian Mike and I hung out! Hurrah. We met up at his chuch and had dinner at the Hominy Grill which was very yummy. We got spanish wine. Delicious. Adam returned my call, much to my excitement. But I couldn't talk long and agreed to call him later. After the Hominy Grill, we went up to North Charleston (singing Cherry Poppin' Daddies the whole way) and met up w

Angel Fall's Mist tea My collection of mini-wine...Riunitie & white zin. I know I can't drink a whole bottle before it goes bad, so I buy these tiny wine bottles in packs of 4. My mermaid-chic skirt. Speaking in candy terms... Well...I dunno about this one. It's so silly. But I had to put it up here anyway.

So...the Charleston nightlife that I ran across left a lot to be desired. I was wishing for Modern. Maybe I just wasn't where the people where... I did have fun though. We went to Tommy Condon's for dinner. I ordered a Corona so my dad had to take a picture. Because who orders a mexican beer in an Irish pub? <--Our drinks... <--These are my parents at Tommy Condon's. <--Mom & me @ King Street Pub <--Me. Not drunk. But the picture is really bad even if the effects are really cool. <--Mom tipsy after one margarita. <-- The Awesome Face perfected. My Charleston Pictures

You say that we've got nothing in common No common ground to start from And we're falling apart You'll say the world has come between us Our lives have come between us But I know you just don't care And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's? She said, "I think I remember the film, And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it." And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got." I see you - the only one who knew me And now your eyes see through me I guess I was wrong So what now? It's plain to see we're over, And I hate when things are over - When so much is left undone And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's? She said, "I think I remember the film, And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it." And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got." You say that we've got nothing in common No common ground to start from And we're falling apart You'll say the world

I try so hard to be everything all at the same time. It is so freaking ridiculous. As I sit here, my eyes are still moist from the tears I cried over nothing. You have got to do that every so often, I suppose--cry over nothing, that is. At least, I have got to. I just finished watching your typical romantic comedy and it ended, as always, happily ever after. ::cue the awws::: It left me, as always, wanting that happily ever after. But sometimes, I forget that I am only twenty-one. (Maybe because everyone is so much older than me!) I have still go an load of living to do before I realized anything of any substance what-so-ever. I try to pretend to be older or smarter or anything else that is so much more than I really am. And maybe I am convincing myself, but it is all a lie. Right? I do not know. Right now, I guess I am pretending to be pseudo intellectual or philosophical or something. Maybe because it is almost midnight and I am tired. I got very little sleep last night due to scra

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