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So, I found this apartment. It seems a little too good to be true. It's exactly what I need! A 1BR/1BA basement apartment in the Agusta Rd area. It's $400/month + utilities. It's convenient to school and Mike and not-inconvenient to work. ( Convenient to work would be living in the Golden Strip and that is inconvenient to everything else!) I have an appointment to go check it out tomorrow at 9:00am. I hope it turns out to be a good fit! I really need a new place to live, and soon! My lease ends in 60 days!

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The trip down to Georgetown was fun. We didn't leave Simpsonville until around 6:20pm and it took us about four hours to get to Harmony. I plugged my music in and sang out at the top of my lungs. You know I'm comfortable with someone if I'll sing in the car with them. After Billy Joel and I were done serenading Mike, I turned to my favorite playlist. My "Mike Mix." Haha. You know how there's always a song (or hundred) that make you think about someone? Well, I complied them all. Not take Mike likes all of them, haha. I've got Copeland and Jonathan Rice and Eva Cassidy and Martina McBride. It's an interesting selection of artists. So far, Mike and I have lounged around Glenn's house, not doing much anything. It's been a good relaxing morning, yay for that.

All my little plans and schemes Lost like some forgotten dreams Seems that all I really was doing Was waiting for you Just like little girls and boys Playing with their little toys Seems like all they really were doing Was waiting for love Don't need to be alone No need to be alone It's real love It's really real It's real love It's really real From this moment on I know Exactly where my life will go Seems that all I really was doing Was waiting for love Don't need to be afraid No need to be afraid It's real love It's really real It's real love It's really real Thought I'd been in love before, But in my heart I wanted more Seems like all I really was doing Was waiting for you Don't need to be alone No need to be alone It's real love It's really real It's real love It's really real

In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love. ~ Mother Theresa It is easy to get into the routine of the day and think that everyday is nothing but many tediums in a row. But maybe the things that we consider banal are actually extrodinary. I know that every day that God gives me, something magical happens. Maybe not-so-magical in the whole scheme of things, but when the kids do something to surprise me (good surprise!), it is always spectacular! Take pride in what you do and take pleasures in the little things. It is quite possible to make a huge difference in someone's life with just a little bit of love. Many people think that to make an impact that they must do something huge. There is not anything wrong with the great big things; if you have the resources, great! Go for it. But make an impact in the everyday too. My brother lives at Mepkin Abbey and wakes up at 3am and spends the first FIVE hours of his day in prayer. Is that not incredib

Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singing song Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba Early morning singing song Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singing song Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba Early morning singing song Singing a song Humming a song Singing a song Loving a song Laughing a song Singing a song Sing the song Song song song sing Sing sing sing sing song

your eyes they captivate it is all i want to see when i open my eyes

I am diving in deep like I never have before I cannot say that I am not scared but I am confident that you and I are more than just two independent beings

Mary has her commentary Where she write about her life Are they fiction or are they fact? These captivating tales she spins? Ticker-tap she types away Amazing works emerge

The Pocket Muse . Do something with these words: vale, simper, fling, cranberry, kiosk, winsome, prey, quacky. ----- My sweet boy is sick. I don't like the doctor at the clinic, but I cannot afford any better. My son now calls him, "Dr. Quacky ," and I just hope that he never utters that in front of the doctor. Surely he'll know where my sweet boy learned that phrase. We pass a newsstand on the way home. My sweet boy looks longingly at the candy bars on display and then at me with his winsome little smile. I could not dream of saying no to that face and so I stop at the kiosk to buy a magazine for me and a candy bar for him. I know I shouldn't spend the extra money, but it's just a little, and my husband never has to know. We get home and I look at the clock, I still have three hours before my husband returns home. I hope the hours are not swift; I want to savor the time I have with my sweet boy. The hands of the clock did not meander, as I had hoped. They w

The Pocket Muse is a book I picked up last fall when I was knee deep in fiction, poetry, and drama for my English Composition II class. It is a book of insipration for when you want to write but can't seem to know what to write about. This is the first time I've used it. I cannot wait to use it more. My first Pocket Muse post can be found on Not Really An Artist . It is short piece called, "My Sweet Boy," and it is about a mother who loves her son dearly and the life they together endure. "It is the deepest desire of every writer, the one we never admit or ever dare to speak of: to write a book we can leave as a legacy. And although it is easy to forget, wanting to be a writer is not about reviews or advances or how many copiers are printed or sold. It is much simpler than that, and much more passionate. If you do it right, and if they publish it, you may actually leave something behind that can last forever." --Alice Hoffman, from The New York Ti

What am I waiting for? So many things. From little things that wont matter tomorrow (like Mike getting off the phone so we can eat lunch), to big, enormous decisions that will change my life indefinitely. What I want to write about is a delicate subject that I cannot approach as openly as I'd like. Or rather, as openly as I should for the sake of the question. Because, in all honesty, I don't want to approach it openly. Not right now. It deals with me. Just me. And God. It's something that has happened in my life. I have never in all my days dreamed of it changing so drastically, and now, here it is before me. And essentially, I know what I am to do. But how do I And I guess, what I'm waiting for is Him. To point the way--making it very obviously clear. For an observant person, I'm surprisingly confused. I guess, if you knew the situation, you would say not-so-surprising. ♥Tiffany♥ --listening to Cat Power--

♥Tiffany♥

"I must once and for all seriously undertake to rid myself of all the opinions which I had formerly accepted, and commence to build anew from the foundation if I wanted to establish any firm and permanent structure in the sciences." ( Meditations on First Philosophy ) Got it. Descartes decided that he had to challenge everything that he knew as it might be an illusion. De omnibus dubitandum a.k.a. everything is to be doubted. So, Descartes doubted everything, until he could find a proposition that was unquestionable. Like, seriously, he doubted everything . Because sometimes in my dreams I'm sitting around hanging out with friends, but in reality, I'm in my bed asleep. Then how do I know that I'm not always dreaming? I could say that this couch that I am sitting on is a couch--a very comfortable couch at that. But I could be asleep. Therefore, this couch might not be a couch. No, I'm not kidding. Descartes philosophy gets better. Because what abo

Thirteen Things about Tiffany Anne 1…. I thought that I had a Western Civ (post 1689) test, an Intro to Philosophy test, and a Human Growth & Development test all on the same day. As it turns out, I was wrong. :-) 2…. I have a Western Civ test and a Human Growth & Development test on Tuesday. And an Intro to Philosphy test and an Intermediate Algebra test on Thursday. Blah!!! 3…. I have realized that there really is no one in the world quite like a good friend. So, if I call you up wanting to hang out and get coffee (or O-CHA!!!) then it's because I want to cultivate (or re-cultivate) our friendship. Because I miss it. :-) 4…. I used to think that going out for coffee was something that only straight-laced losers and people under 21 would forego drinking alcohol for. I honestly did. Of course, I was in a different state of mind when I thought that. I go out for coffee a lot these days, and the conversations I have in coffee shops and tea bars is leaps and bounds above the d

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