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in a simple embrace two hearts, pressed together beat as one --- those pools of blue the windows to your soul i dive in and lose myself i nearly drown in delight --- eyes fixed fingers entwined nervously excited anticipating wht lies ahead --- it's a unique feelings and nearly unnerving to know that you feel about me the same that i feel about you

I used to describe my life as an open book. I would answer any question about my life, no holds barred. Of course, those that took advantage of this to find out more about this Tiffany-person, never asked me any real questions about me . Questions were always about things that I had or had not done, actions or past times and the like. It's a rare thing to find a person that will take a genuine interest in one's life. How many people do we consider our friends that we honest-to-God, genuinely car about? Not like ' yes I'd be upset if this person got hit by a car ' kind of caring, but a sincere interest in the inner-workings of that persons very being. Everyone knows that when someone asks: How are you? the answer that they are anticipating (and nearly requiring) is: I'm fine. To be less than "fine" is not what people want to know. It puts a person out of their comfort zone to have to comfort others who are less-than-fine. To have to put forth the little

School started August 17th. I'm taking: HIS 102 - Western Civilization Post 1689 My teacher for this class is Art Smith. Now, I can't say that I've ever really heard anything positive about this class. It is generally understood that Art Smith is one of the (if not the ) most difficult teachers on campus. But I remembered when I took Ramsey's class back in my sophomore year ('99-'00) and I was terrified. Mr. Ramsey taught me a thing or two about believing rumours. So, I've decided to approach this class (HIS 102) with a postive attitude. We're on late 17th century Europe. You know absolutism, monarchies, Louis XIV, Peter the Great, a big fiasco in England with the royal line....did you know that even to this day, if a memeber of the royal family married a catholic, they'd have to give up their right to the throne, because England doesn't want a catholic monarchy?! So far, Mr. Smith has been a great teacher. Just ask me that again af

a blur of bright colors swirling and twirling around seemingly soaring across the grass bouncing with the beat of the drum

a snowflake falls and melts on the ground mom goes to the market to buy bread and milk kids wear pajamas inside-out a superstition for school closings tomorrow morning we'll watch the news with fingers crossed ~*~*~ inspired during MAT102 when discussing GTC's inclement weather plan...

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mame raths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son, The jaws that bite, the claws that catch. Beware the jubjub bird, and shun The frumious bandersnatch.' He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought. Then rested he by the tum-tum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One! two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snickersnack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. 'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjious day! Calooh! Calay!' He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

After editing out all my old blogs, I've come to be very thankful of where I am today. I'm so grateful for the people that God has put in my life to help me get to a better place. Last night, Mike and I had a little dinner party at his place. A bunch of friends showed up and we all had a good time. I made lasagna that was a hit. There were no leftovers, I was so flattered. A friend of Mike's joked that I could come over any time to make dinner at his house. Desert was peach cobbler ice cream complemented with freshly sliced peaches. It was a super good time. I wrote once that, to me, this is what life is all about. To spend time with friends and family, having fun and laughing. Okay, maybe that may not be what life is ALL about, but it sure is part what makes life so much fun. Mike and I watched 'The Squid and the Whale'....I don't particularly reccomend it. We replaced it with 'Spanglish,' one of my favorite movies. I cried. Twice. I've noticed tha

Here, Lauren, play with my phone...Ouch, Alex, I don't think all three of us can fit in this chair...No, you can't play with glue...Lauren, what--what are you doing? Hello? Mike? Actually, I didn't call you. No, Lauren did.

Once, I was asked to edit my blog. To erase from the internet the negative things I had done. Things that didn't need to be flashed around for the whole world to see. And I reacted poorly. a.k.a. I freaked out. I realize now that it's not actually that big of a deal. There are things that don't need to be brought up, remembered, and reminised over. So why have them up there for the whole world too see? --- Oh, by the way, exactly 8 weeks until my lease is up and I move!

Life can't ever be perfect but it can come pretty darn close--and mine does. I don't think I've ever been quite as lucky as I am right now. I have an amazing boyfriend who is so good to me. He's so incredible in so many ways (and he's really hot too). I have an awesome job with bosses that give me two months off to frolic at camp. I learn so much with this job. School is starting soon and, though I just registered three days ago, I got almost all the classes I wanted. I'm moving out of my current apartment and into a one bedroom soon. My parents are some of my best friends. They are so amazing, and I'm lucky to have such a great family. Life is good. So many things are going my way. And is that making me lazy? I've been back in 'the real world' for less than a week now. I'm not tired of the whole thing, just little aspects that I don't think I saw before. Why is it just that when something goes a little off, I get rather annoyed. I just

So, some of you may have seen my picture and wondered: What the heck is Tiffany doing? Well, this summer, I took part in a dance pagent/powwow hosted by Order of the Arrow Lodge 185, Atta Kulla Kulla . (A lodge that I joined this summer!) My dance is a Fancy Shawl Dance and it didn't start until the 1950s when one young woman wanted to be able to express herself in dance the same way that young men could. When I dance, I am supposed to resemble a butterfly. The regalia I wore includes a dress, an apron/bib, leggings, mocasins, and--of course--a big flashy shawl. All of this regalia belongs to the lodge (except the jewelry worn which I made and designed to match the outfit.) I am planning on making my own regalia (I've only made my own mocasins so far...) and what I am going to do is find a butterfly that I think is really pretty, and design my regalia after that butterfly. Too cool, I know.