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Jacob Johnson "Est. 1986"

  "Oh Jacob! I'll love you 'til the day I die!" Try :: Jacob Johnson His new CD is utterly fabulous. Look for a review of it @ greenvillescene.com soon. But, my goodness. I love, love, love Jacob Johnson. My latest favorite, and I know this'll make him happy because I think it's his favorite too, is "2003". Swoon. Go to his MySpace page to listen to the acoustic version. Luckily, "Est. 1986" has both versions because I cannot pick which one I like best. Though, I do have a complaint: "Staring at the Waitress" is not on the CD! Why, I have no idea. I ♥ that song!   2003 (Happy New Year) :: Jacob Johnson Sunday's best, Monday's worst We were seventeen and in between On december thirty-first Hooplah and fireworks Signs hung on wire hooks Happy New Year Pleasant smelling strangers Who we never really met High on their ambitions And marijuana cigarettes Empty resolutions But content in their confusions Happy New Year I spend a

Purple flowers at Mepkin Abbey...

This is the 2nd time a photo that I've taken is being used on a website. This one is being used on my church's website . Last one was on a missionary website , but it's not live yet.. Anyway, just thought I'd share. I think it's kind of neat. ♥, Tiffany Anne

The case of the missing egg noodles.

I know that I made noodles on Tuesday night. I know I did. I had dinner with Will and there were TOTALLY egg noodles with the dinner. There was also TOTALLY leftover egg noodles. I put them in a tupperware container and put the container in my refrigerator. So why, can anyone tell me, are there no egg noodles in a container in my fridge? I looked all over the house for them, assuming that maybe I had been rather tired and put them somewhere else. I looked in all the cabinets, in the pantry, in the oven, even in the bathroom, bedroom and living room. Well, guess what? No egg noodles anywhere. I have no idea where they went. And I'm down another tupperware container. ♥, Tiffany Anne

Misinterpretation

Ha-ha! I was totally wrong! I did make an 80 on the exam. An 80 out of 80! Oh yeah, that's right. I made a perfect score. Okay, well, I made a 79 out of 80 because I messed up a little on the maps, but he had said at the beginning of the class that he would give us two extra points on the exam if we turned in the CYOA form about the syllabus. So...technically, I made 81 out of 80. But he doesn't do that, so he's going to add the 2nd point to the next exam. Yay! I feel like a smarty-pants. ♥, Tiffany Anne

this is not a romantic poem

my heart is beating because i am terrified ohmigosh i love you i love you i love you maybe this should not be true but i would die without you

Randomness...

I'm totally bummed. I made an 80 on the geography exam. An 80. I thought I did so much better than that. But an 80? I mean, I know it's still a B, but gah. An 80! Sheesh. So, a lot on my mind lately. Luckily, I've been able to hash it over with a lot of people. That's how I learn things--talking through them. I discovered this by hashing something out with Anne Marie once. I met with Katie today. Well, sort of. I went to the church and helped her prep for the Romans class that is tonight thru Wednesday night. And I was able to talk about a lot of things that have been going on in my life lately. So nice. I heart Katie. :-) I realized a few weeks ago that I had not mentioned anything on my blog about my sabbatical. Yes, another one. This one is scheduled to be 7.5 months long. We shall see. More on that tomorrow. ♥, Tiffany Anne

chillin in 211c + waiting for sir + wal*mart fun = a night with theabbey kids

[K-swiss, Stargirl, and moi.] [Me rocking out on the guitar...ha-ha.] [Taking a picture of taking a picture.] [On our way to Stowe.] [Downtown Charlotte. Waiting for Sir.] [Playing on the escalators. Still waiting for Tim.] [Ray, me, K-Swiss, Stargirl, Art.] [Waiting for Sir.] [Still waiting for Sir.] [Mary and Sir. Yay! We found him!] [Hmmm....] [Sir the cripple and me.] [Mary is just buying chips.] [I'm thirsty...] And the rest is history. Most of these photos are on Facebook if you've got it and we're friends. But this was Friday evening with Mary and her friends. Lots of fun, I must say. ♥, Tiffany Anne

So "St. Elmo's Fire"...

[Billy, Jules, Kirby, Leslie, Alec, Wendy] [K-Swiss, Stargirl, Sir, Tiffany, Art, Ray] ----- ♥, Tiffany Anne

to be drunk makes one forget

tears. crying. heaving sobs. suffocating, choking. all she does is get mad. can't breathe. can't think. it's three am. dials [ex-boy]friend; the only person in the world who could understand. cries. face is heavy with tear drops. prays. hangs up. feels a bit better, but not wholly. never was one before to drown sorrows in anything but happiness. wipes away tears and reaches for more alcohol. downs it fast because circumstances are not temporary. to be drunk makes one forget.

...because who needs papers when you have cell phones

[Adil]: Hey honkie :-) Test today. You gonna show? ::I arrive to class late:: [Adil]: Disregard that one [Tiffany]: Was studying, actually. But i don't think i learned a thing. [Adil]: Lol. that happens. like the ridiculous off green jacket?! [Tiffany]: i was confused until i looked over. That thing is pretty much incredible. [Adil]: We're totally going to whatever of your choosing! [Tiffany]: What are you talking about? Does it involve ice cream? [Adil]: Well can we get ice cream after class? [Tiffany]: Sounds like a plan. [Adil]: But i meant for the music thing. lets hit something hard! [Tiffany]: Super. [Adil]: Text me the answers! thatd be the coolest [Tiffany]: I didn't do it. [Adil]: Lol! [Adil]: You realize were passing notes right? [Tiffany]: LOL. You're right! Too funny! ----- Yeah, so in music class, Adil and I text each other on our respective chocolates (his the newer version, mine the older) in broad fluorescent light and the teacher doesn't ever care.

I Say A Little Prayer For You...

--- One of my all time favorite movie scenes is at the end of this clip. Skip to when there is 3:40 left. Jules: Hello, George. George: Hey Gorgeous. Having a good time? Jules: Not particularly, but I did what I came to do. George: What, you split them up? Jules: No, I said 'goodbye.' George: Good girl. I'm proud of you. I'd be prouder still if you were dancing. Jules: Oh, I have big plans for dancing. Just give me thirty, thirty- five years. George: Oh, the misery, the exquisite tragedy...the Susan Hayward of it all. [laughs] I can just picture you sitting there alone at your table in your lavender gown... Jules: Did I tell you my gown was lavender? George: Hair swept up, haven't touched your cake. Probably drumming your fingernails on the white linen table cloth, the way you do when you're really feeling down. I see you looking at those nails thinking, 'God, I should have stopped in all my evil plotting to have that manicure!' But it's too late now

Percentiles...

So, I just calculated what percentile my grade fell into for the last math test. 85th percentile. I am slightly annoyed that it's not the 100th. I should be greatful for the A that I got but, ohmigosh, I am so spoiled! In my last math class, I was nearly always the only A. And now, there is some abnormal person in my class who made a 101. I just hope it is not the annoying kid behind me. I do not think I could deal with that. Okay. Must go. School...oy. Okay, today I have Geography class (in which there is an exam), Math class, and Music class (in which there is a listening test.) And things I must to before the party bus (my & my boss's Mountaineer*) take it up to the BAC: Type up geography notes Listen to songs for Music test Figure out what piece of music I am going to do a presentation on (I am thinking 8 O'Clock Jive by Jacob Johnson.) Figure out how the Tychonic solar system model compared to the Ptolemaic system. Finish Project 4 Math homework that I am sure will

Botanical Gardens

Tuesday afternoon, I went to Clemson to hang out with Will. We went to the SC Botanical Gardens. Now, it is September, so blooms were not exactly copious thus I do not have a ton of pictures of flowers for you. However, there are a few to follow...and you can go here to see photos of an old saw mill. To be honest, the gardens were much smaller than I recall. I have no idea why. Maybe it's because last time I was there was with Mom and Leo...and we got lost. Ha-ha. Well, Will and I succeeded in not getting lost. There is this thing: We couldn't figure out what the heck it might be! There was no plaque or anything. So, just now, I looked it up on the SC Botanical Garden website and found something about it here . The Crucible. And now, looking at the site, I see all kinds of really cool "Nature Inspired Sculptures" like this one: I actually saw the building of this on TV and couldn't help but wonder why the heck someone would want to make a giant bird nest. But, ei

The rum is, in fact, not gone.

Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! That time in September when sea dogs remember That grown-ups still know how ta play! When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy And a soft-wear patch covers your eye, Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs And buccaneers all till we die! --- Happy International Talk Like a Pirate Day!!! ♥, Tiffany Anne

From My Outbox: Letter to Grandma Ele

"I have no idea what God has in store for me, Grandma. Sometimes, it is just so crazy and you don't know why He does what He does. And you wonder if He really can hear you when you are crying out to Him. And then He gives you a peace about where He has brought you in life. And you realize that no matter where you end up, it will be a place that has been ordained by God. And really, if you've got that, well, no matter where He takes you can be so bad." ----- ♥, Tiffany Anne

Now, this is friendship...

[excerpts from recent conversations on the phone/online/in real life.] ♥, Tiffany Anne --------- Tiffany: some ho? what? caleb? you're gonna go find a ho? j/k ;-) Caleb: lol Caleb: i could be a ho Caleb: they make good money Caleb: lol Caleb: but that is gross Caleb: and immoral Caleb: lol Tiffany: lol Tiffany: yes. Tiffany: i think if you were a man-ho, there would be serious problems with our friendship Caleb: lol Caleb: good Tiffany: i tease will about being a man-ho. well, not really. but i tell him that he's a ladies man b/c he is such a flirt Caleb: lol Caleb: what about a stripper? Caleb: jk Caleb: i am not hot enough to be a stripper Caleb: lol Caleb: jk Tiffany: haha!!!! stripper. well, you do have that video of you in your boxers dancing in the TP Caleb: wow i am bad Caleb: lol Caleb: OMG Caleb: OMG OGM GOM GOM G Tiffany: Steven! Are you really not going to tell me? Fine. Steve: ...Okay. Steve: Hello? Steve: .... Steve: Okay...I'm going to hang up now. Tiffany: Ok

happiness

we all walked out together and someone saw you through the crowd. someone waved you over with a grin and a "hey!" and all I could do was watch. suddenly, i was nervous. why? i could feel blood coursing through my veins from my heart down to my finger tips. i tried to nonchalantly catch your eye. was "that silly little grin" plastered on my face? i think so. they talked, i listened. had i opened my mouth, i would probably have stuttered. how silly. and then, that night? hidden finger tip to hidden finger tip. i knew it was true. my heart is beating in my chest. and that's just the way you make me feel.

I'm A Slave 4 U

I am on such a Britney kick right now. I love old Britney. I love her and her dancing-with-a-python-self. I'm listening to a random playlist composed of all the songs from "...Baby One More Time", "Oops!...I Did It Again!", "Britney", and "In The Zone." OMG, love it. I'm not a girl, not yet a woman. I've got the boom-boom that you want. Sometimes I run, sometimes I fall. You're toxic, I'm slippin' under! Here comes the showdown. You've got that something, what can I do? She seriously disappointed at the VMAs. She is a performer and she can deliver. She just didn't. ♥, Tiffany Anne

From the inbox: "Beary Cute"

Wishing you in your busy lifestyle... Some time for relaxation & reflection... Good sleep... Good heath with exercise... Somone to dance with... A bit of adventure... Good looks... But most of all, I wish you... Lots of bear hugs... and the bliss of real love... Many blessings come your way today: May you always have love to share, heath to spare, and friends that care. But watch out for those penguins! ----- I never foward these...but this was awfully cute! ♥, Tiffany Anne