technology's got it in for me.

hello, friends.

as many people who talk to me on a regular basis know, i’m up in tennessee right now. i had about 48 hours from the time i got home from the beach to unpack and repack, which is insanity. i waste far too much time for that to be adequate. needless to say, due to my inability to check, re-check, and re-re-check my bag, there were things that got left back at the house.

i basically spent those 48 hours trying to do something i find ridiculously difficult - motivating myself to do Boring Things. i had it in mind to do some of these things before i even left for the beach, but it didn’t happen. i put off a few things until the morning i was leaving, lazy bum that i am. i guess that explains why i forgot things at home.

however, in those 48 hours, i had a drastic revolution in my artistic experience. i’m a huge fan of StumbleUpon.com. if you’ve never used it, then you are probably one of those people who post facebook statuses like “I AM BOARD SOMEONE TXT ME PLZZZ”. (by the way, i almost always hide these people from my feed, so please refrain from confusing a piece of wood with a lack of interest.) anyway, StumbleUpon, the wonderful institution that it is, brought up THIS video...

and i HAD to try it. if this guy can do that in 37 seconds, i can surely figure it out.

i didn’t have any super-fancy-shmancy materials, i had $1.29 spray paint, a $3 canvas, two frisbees, a copper lid, and an old magazine. but i was really pleased with what happened as a result. also, as you will see later, technology is rebelling against me, so i can't put the precise pictures up. this computer refuses to upload them. so here -----> is the link to the less impressive, slightly blurry twitpic version of the finished product.

the whole thing took me about an hour, and that’s only because i had no idea what i was doing. i did a second one later, but i don’t have a good picture. i’ll do commissions for similar paintings, by the way, if anyone is interested.

OKAY, now let me tell you about today, which has been the worst day i’ve had in a really long time. i mean, a really long time

cliffsnote version: i spent 3 hours looking for a starbucks and ended up in the next county.

full version: i left my mimi’s house (which is in tennessee) at 5 for starbucks. i was actually going to starbucks for better wifi. you see, i’m on a mission team that’s leaving at the end of july and we have routine check-ins to make sure we are on the right track. this week was a check-in week, but at my mimi’s house her wifi isn’t strong enough to support skype. however, bound and determined not to miss a deadline, i set off for a starbucks which was supposedly less than 3 miles away.

bear in mind that i’m awful with directions as it is, much less in a state i’ve never really driven in. thus i have my handy dandy gps named Lola. she helps me find my way, normally. today she tried to kill me.

i was supposed to go to this starbucks, which was next to a target and a walgreens. this is very specific for one location, right? and odds are, there aren’t two places where a target and a walgreens would be together, ESPECIALLY if they are in the same city, right?

wrong.

Lola was trying to take me to a place that did not exist. 

let me emphasize that for those of you who are skimming this--THERE WAS NO STARBUCKS AT ALL WHERE LOLA WAS TAKING ME. 

oh, it was on the right road. and there was definitely a walgreens next to a target. here’s the thing -- it was on the opposite side of town. i’m not talking about my hometown that you can cross completely in 20 minutes. i’m talking about being 45 minutes in the wrong direction, after all was said and done, with multiple times of typing in “starbucks” for my destination. this is really weird, because i actually don’t remember driving that far. i remember calling my mom when i got to Wrong Target and telling her that i could not find this starbucks. i honestly just thought it did not exist, and the gps has merely taken me to an old starbucks location. it didn’t strike me until i’d been gone for 45 minutes and driven past the same walgreens/target shopping center 6 times that mayyyyybe i had gone wrong somewhere.

mom gave me the exact address for the starbucks i was supposed to go to, and i put it into Lola. it said that it would take me approximately 40 minutes to get there, which didn’t strike me as unusual. i mean, after all, i was lost.

on the way there, i stop at a different starbucks, because i figured that would do just as well, but mom said that i couldn’t be too far from the other one, and to just keep going. i pulled out of the parking lot and ended up face to face with a train at least a mile long. the train was at a dead standstill and didn’t move for at least two or three minutes.

at this point in time, after my darling Lola has failed me on multiple accounts, my phone begins to die. 

yeah, i know. just wait, it gets better.

so i drive for 40 minutes, just like Lola said. mom calls me every 15 minutes or so to check, and i tell her that yes, i’m on the right road, and no, i don’t think i’m lost anymore. i just kind of cruise down this incredibly trafficked area in blissful ignorance. i mean, i had the exact street address. surely fate would be kind at this point.

somewhere along this road, my youth pastor calls me to ask what’s taking so long. i tell him that i am hopelessly lost, and we have our meeting over phone instead of skype. this was both good and bad. good--i got the meeting done. bad--i ran my battery down to nearly nothing.

mom calls one more time to ask where i am. i tell her, in sequence, that i was passing a pawn shop, a burger king, a mcdonalds, and a children’s hospital.

she then informs me that i am no longer in the right town, much less anywhere near the starbucks i’m supposed to be at. oh no, i’ve managed to work my way into the downtown area of memphis, joy of joys. 

then my dad calls me. then mom calls me. then krissy calls me. i dutifully answer all of them, tell them my phone is dying, and get off the phone. mom calls me again to tell me which way to go, and i prayed that Lola could do something right for a change.

i knew i was headed in the right direction after that, because it told me the next turn would be into mimi’s neighborhood. however, it says that i’m going to need about 45 minutes and buckets of patience to get there.

traffic is obnoxiously heavy, i have little/no idea where i am, and then my phone dies.

oh, and for added irony, in the last 2.5 hours, i’ve passed no less than 6 starbucks that are NOT the one i was looking for originally.

i stop at this retro 80’s music store and try to use their phone to call mom. the lady was very nice, but basically she told me that their phone wouldn’t make out-of-state calls. that includes my mom’s cell number. by the grace of god, i was able to turn my phone on long enough to look up my mimi’s house number before it faded into a black screen again. mimi told me mom had gone out to look for me.

great.

i just turned on the radio and kept going. that was pretty much the highlight of all the time i spent alone. i found the one indie station that plays all of the weird music i love, specifically music by the Civil Wars. it wasn’t a heap of comfort, but at least i got 3 minutes and 25 seconds to sing “Barton Hollow”.

down the road a little ways, the radio station went out. just my luck.

mom ended up seeing me and pulling up beside me. she then led me to the starbucks i was originally supposed to be at 3 hours earlier. i was a heap of shredded nerves and was just happy to have someone know where i was.

to top off this comedic story of woe, as soon as i got out of the car to finally go into starbucks, the sky rumbled, cracked with lightning, and began to pour torrential rain.

i’m dead serious.

mom, as a consolation for 3 hours of insanity, bought me a frappucino, bless her heart. i followed her back.

so there you have it. today, i was victimized by every technology i trusted. mac, gps, and phone all conspired against me.

if i wake up dead tomorrow because i’ve been mysteriously electrocuted, at least you will know the truth.

now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to watch Labyrinth because David Bowie makes me feel like life might be worth living again.

Song of the Day: Barton Hollow by The Civil Wars. this song helped me keep my sanity.

On graduating, and on my disappearance.

i am painfully aware of how i've been absent from my blog. i am sincerely sorry. i can mainly attribute it to the fact that my internet has been rather spotty, and also how i have been excruciatingly busy getting ready for this whole graduating nonsense. (as a note of emphasis on the internet issues, i'm writing this right now WITHOUT internet. i plan to post it later when our wifi is back up. rest assured, i've written about a dozen or so full blog posts that become irrelevant by the time i am able to post them. i even had a good one about the musical and all the shenanigans from that, but alas, that ended months ago.)

so here i am, waiting to graduate in two days. well, by the time this goes up on the internet, i'd lay money that i've already graduated. it's kind of got me thinking about my future, and what i really want in this life. there's nothing that makes you question the rest of your life like 90 billion people asking, "so, what are you going to be?" personally, i always wanted to become a psychologist. yeah, a shrink. not the kind that asks weird questions and prescribes tons of medications, but a counsellor. someone who genuinely helps people. i also want to be a missionary. and an artist. and a ukulele player. and a fluent french speaker, which is called a francophone. i want a lot of things. i generally just tell people about the psychologist bit.

so how do you feeeeeeel about that? :)

one of my great muses, Amanda Palmer, has recently been tweeting "eff plan B". in otherwords, pick what you want most, make that plan A, and go for it. don't worry so much about plan B that you miss out doing what you love. i really like that idea, but at the same time, it is absolutely petrifying to not have a backup plan. if i don't get a job after grad school, i might end up selling cheap art and playing my ukulele on the side of the road for money. but i'd rather go with trying to become a psychologist than pick a guaranteed career that i would hate. and furthermore, i might just end up selling my cheap art and playing uke on the street anyway, no matter what my job is. you know, for funsies.

i seriously wanted to give a speech at graduation this year. i didn't get picked, which was their loss, i guess. 

no, they'd rather have the kid who ended up on truancy and has more absences than days present. but it's okay, i'm not upset. i just find incredible irony in it all. i go to a weird school.

correction, i WENT to a weird school.

in all seriousness, i've had a really great time in high school. i've survived, and even made it out with some really great stories. these great stories usually end up with me making a new friend and/or sustaining a minor injury.

one of my personal favorite memories comes from my freshman year, when i met Chance. we had world geography together, which was a joke of a class. most of us spent a better part of the period passing notes and counting the number of times Mr. Blackston used the word "um." he was absolutely terrible about assigning tons of these meaningless filler projects. after assigning yet another mind-numbing piece of research, chance went up to blackston and said the following--

"quite frankly, i'm tired, and bloated, and cramping, and i'm just not sure i'm emotionally ready for this!"

he didn't have to do the project.

AND he got an A for it.

my dear friend is a genius.

i'm ridiculously worrying about my college experience, if only for the fact that Chance won't be in it as often. people do not understand how he helps me function on a daily basis. in his words, it's his job to "keep tiffany's crap together." he's a pretty sufficient solution to many of my problems. without him, i would not know the date, the time, the day of the week, my assignments in french class, the best way to navigate myself to a point 2 miles from my house, how much a mcflurry with tax costs, or how to make coffee cookies. basically, i would cease to exist.

i love him ALOT.

(i did not make that grammatical mistake unknowingly. see this LINK (clickity click here!!) to see my reasoning. if you don't laugh, then you must have a serious issue and need to seek immediate medical attention.)

oh, i have the normal worries about missing my family, never sleeping, enormous classes, gas money, and so on. i just have a hard time knowing i must become… self-sufficient. *gasp!*

but, as with all things, life moves on. i heard this quote once, and i never can fully remember it verbatim, but it goes something like this: "happiness is perpetually transforming itself. it must be allowed to transfer itself, and one cannot mourn the change." basically, life is always good, even when it seems like it's not. happiness is always somewhere in life. it just never stays put. and if you mourn losing happiness in one area, you may miss it in another. so that's what i'm doing. i'm kind of in this carefree bubble right now, and my life seems a little more radiant every day. i'm kind of hoping it never ends. but if things don't turn out the way i expect, and they usually don't, then i'm going to pick myself up and look for joy elsewhere. it's been a tough lesson to learn, but i'm thankful for it.

take that, truant kid who gets to speak at graduation. you know who you are.

i can't believe that part of my life is really over. i have a mix of emotions about it, but mainly i'm just excited to be able to move on. i'm planning to reinvent myself this summer. step one -- new haircut. 

in the words of my dear friend @schoffyy, "ONWARD TO GRADUATION!"

i had a really great picture to accompany that. my scanner hasn't been hooked up yet. it will be put up eventually, though. basically, it's me riding a unicorn in my cap and gown, and i point, conquistador-esque, at the future.

Song of the Day: "Highway Unicorn" by Lady Gaga (this is kind of what i hear when i look at that picture.)

Go eat something nice. Like orange cream-sicles. You deserve it.

it never ceases to amaze me how nice some days can be just because of the people in them.

the sun is shining today.

i'm bringing my uke to church.

i spent all of yesterday being a really happy science nerd.

tomorrow is thursday, easily my favorite day of the week.

chex mix is still great.

happy wednesday, comrades.

all the love in my heart,
xxT

Song of The Day: "Here Comes the Sun" by The Beatles (you know you wanna listen to it. come on.)

how my hormones turned me into a highly introspective mushball.

Things I Need To Tell You About But Will Not Go Into Detail About, At Least Not In This Blog:
- i got a major scholarship that finished off paying for my school!
- i bought an incredible prom dress.
- i wore said dress to an incredibly awesome party, aka Military Ball
- my ukulele skills have skyrocketed. on sunny warm days, i play outdoor concerts. (mainly for myself, but i truly enjoy bystanders.)

days have been spent between my house and the school for rehearsal. I NEVER LEAVE.
i mean, i have. a little bit.
but it's been one heck of a week. or two. or five.

i can't really blame anyone but myself, so i don't complain too much. i chose to do the musical, take three ap courses, keep up a social life, learn to play ukulele, begin co-leading a small group at church, and try to constantly add commitments on top of my already crazy schedule.

i choose  to do everything i do. i must be a nutjob.

on a slightly unrelated (but will later be related) note, i'm starting to think that twitter is a more efficient way to keep up with people than actual face-to-face contact. in all seriousness, when i ask someone what's going on in their life, i get way less than a 140 character blip.

however, i'm not convinced its 100% better. i've had some pretty incredible encounters with people over the last couple weeks.

i was with my friend kirby downtown one night. we honestly just planned to walk around in the park, which is honestly not that big. we spent close to 5 hours there. i was happy to just walk and play my uke and not have anyone reminding me what i haven't done yet.

this is an exciting saturday night to me.

after a long time, we decided to just lie down on this outdoor stage and watch the stars.
this would have been an excellent idea if the stage wasn't covered in an unidentifyable grainy substance. so we sat on it instead.
it took about 7.5 minutes for two girls to run, and i mean RUN up to us and break the quiet of the moment.

girl in yellow sweatshirt: hey, what are you doing?

me: ahh umm we are--

girl: can we stargaze with you?

(i need a tattoo on my forehead that reads ALL DISTRACTIONS WELCOME.)

me: yes.

the other girl didn't really say too much. she just txted on her phone and ate twizzlers that i swear she made out of thin air.
girl in the yellow shirt's name was alexis*, i think. i'm not sure. but basically she started off the conversation by saying she didn't have a place to sleep that night.

yeah, it sounded pretty sketch to me, too.

so we asked her about her story, what brought her to this point.
she ended up telling us several unrelated stories before she got to why she was there. she told us about the floors in the school she went to (which was right down the road) and how they were incredibly thin. in her words -- "one time i dropped a pot of coffee on my friend's bed. not only did it go through the bed, but it leaked all the way through the floor, which was the ceiling of the room below us, and onto a girl's Mac."
she also told us about how she got kicked out of walmart, and that's why she subsequently got kicked out of school. she was staying with another friend, who accidentally locked them out of the apartment.
also, that she was from ohio. and apparently no one likes ohio.

all this extra information, and i still don't really know her name. i have the most selective memory ever.

then we decided to approach the unapprochable girl with twizzlers. her name was hope.
and when we asked her about her story, she blew my mind.

her story started out something like this --

when i was little, i lived in this neighborhood that didn't have a lot going on. we basically played hide-and-seek all the time. i was eight years old and maybe fifty pounds, so i would climb trees and fit into tight places, and basically defy gravity. i was never the seeker. if i was, i wasn't any good at it. i don't like going out to find people. i'd rather people search for me. which is ironic, i guess, because i'm so good at hiding.

 my mind is already whirring with the depth of that little bit of information. of course i see it all as a metaphor for her life, and my life too, and how it almost relates to everyone. in the .324 seconds it took me to process this, she was moving on.

this is a story of how i'm good at hiding.

oh man. here we go.

i went to the same school as alexis.* and there was this one girl with bright red hair that basically got on everyone's nerves. i mean, she was crazy. she was also notorious for partying. not the cool kind. like the kind that people aren't ever really okay afterwards. being let loose by her parents didn't do her any good at all. anyway, no one really knows why she got kicked out, but one day her mom was in the office, and she wasn't there anymore. i'm guessing she caught wind of what her daughter was up to. there's this big rule that if someone gets kicked out, they are pretty much banned from the property. this is a pretty big deal.

one day, she just shows up on campus. everyone knew she was there, or at least everyone was spreading the rumors. i went into one of my friend's rooms a few hours later, and there she was, with a few other girls. they had trashed this room. i mean, they threw some sort of party. there were bottles and pills and all sorts of crazy stuff there. i just shut the door and went downstairs. my friend josh was down there, so i told him what happened. i had seen her, so now i was involved. it kind of freaked me out. i didn't know what to do. josh told me to go back to my room and chill. i called my roommate and told her to lock the door, and not let anyone in. anyone. she said "oh, okay. but a girl from down the hall and some chick with red hair just came in. should i ask them to leave?" craaaaaaap.

at this point, i don't know what to do. i'm already involved, and no matter what i do, they're gonna think i'm a part of it. so the security guards start looking for her, and me too, since i didn't check into my floor. i decide i'm not going to get caught. when they came to the suites, i hid inside or behind their mini fridge. it was pretty nuts. they'd come in the room, i'd be in or behind the fridge, they'd move into the next room of the suite, and i'd run into the next suite's fridge while they were looking. i did this for three whole floors. this search went on till about 4 in the morning. the room they finally caught me in was actually full of people. when they grabbed me, and everyone did this, but i was the only one that got in trouble, i shouted, "Heil Hitler!" in retrospect, it was probably a dumb thing to do. they asked me why i did that later, and i went into a fully launched story about the history of WWII, and the night raids, and how it kind of felt like a night raid to me. i even went into the story of this guy dmitri schostakovich, and how he wrote music during WWII, and how a lot of schostakovich's music was incredibly angry. when my class had to rehearse playing it in orchestra, everyone left rehearsal and thought, "why is everyone so angry at me?" ...aaaaaand that's about the time that they kicked me out. and i guess i'm not so good at hiding after all.

i kind of sat there with my jaw open a little bit. out of the two hours we spent with these girls, she spoke about 20 minutes and made a bigger impression than alexis*.
it kind of got me thinking about people.

i had this incredible realization all over again that everyone i meet has a backstory, an added depth that we can't see. i make the argument frequently that we’re overstuffed with information. there’s just too much, period. but i'm starting to think that maybe we are so desensitized with information that we miss the incredibly human aspect of what we don't know.

so the next time i go to compose a tweet, i'm going to consider how many times i've genuinely gotten someone in conversation and appreciated their story.

have you ever thought about this?

i'm really curious.

and if you haven't thought about it... why not?

i'm going to get off of this soap box before my raging hormones get the better of me and i start crying again.

i love people. i love you.

xoxoxoxoxoxo
T

p.s. my friend kirby that i mentioned earlier is now producing music! more to come on that. he has a few songs out, but when his ep comes out, i'll let you know.

p.p.s. alexis* = i'm not sure that's really her name. not that she would have lied. i just can't remember.

Song of the Day:  "Someone Like You" by Adele

Censorship. Art.

for those of you who keep up with the news, you might have seen something about Lexington High School, alma mater of one of my favorite artists, Amanda Palmer. it kind of caught my attention.
essentially, what's going on in Lexington is a massive censorship issue. the students have the opportunity to direct their own play each year. this year, they were going to do Columbinus, an off-broadway dramatic representation of the Columbine shootings. the play mainly consists of interviews with witnesses, and it ends with a dramatization of the shooting. it revolves around the reasons that these kids felt the way they did, what drove their emotions, etc. it looks at the harsh reality of kids being alienated in their own school.

in other words, it's real life.

the actual article from boston.com said the following:

The playwright of “Columbinus,” a play about the Columbine massacre, says the recent decision by Lexington High School to cancel performances of the play will encourage people in the area to discuss the 1999 incident and the reasons behind it.

PJ Paparelli, the co-writer and original director of the play based on the 1999 shooting at Columbine High School near Littleton, Colo., said he does not think it is a wise decision to avoid conversations about the topic.
“It is always shocking to me when this type of thing happens,” Paparelli said.
Paparelli said the play has been performed by at least 100 high schools around the country, and that the only other time that he is aware of it ever being shut down before was several years ago at Boston Latin School.
Lexington High School Principal Natalie Cohen said she decided to cancel the play last month after Superintendent of Schools Paul Ash received a complaint about the language and content of the play. Cohen said she then read the entire script, and made a difficult decision to cancel it because of the harsh language and violence in the play.
Emma Feinberg, the 17-year-old student at the school who had been working for three months to cast and direct the play at the school, is now working with a teacher at Boston University’s School of Theatre to find a new venue for the play.
Paparelli said he is interested in speaking to Feinberg and helping her find a framework to discuss the content of the play with her audiences.
“I think the best think that can come out of this is conversation,” he said.
While some schools that have staged performances of “Columbinus” have embraced the topic and held discussions with students about the play, Paparelli said there have been other schools that are uncomfortable with the topic.
“All kinds of issues happen [in those schools] and if adults can’t figure out a way to healthily talk about it, it’s kind of a frightening thing to wonder where the students go to process it,” he said.

i'm having a hard time understanding this decision. why was it made after 3 months of hard work, casting, and preparation? if there was such an issue, why didn't someone mention it sooner?

i only had a true appreciation of this after seeing their play last year. they did "With The Needle That Sings In Her Heart," a play inspired by Neutral Milk Hotel's album In An Aeroplane Over The Sea. you can watch the whole play online here.
it was such an emotional, artistic, beautiful play. i'm not going to give too much away, but it's the story of Anne, a young girl who is in the holocaust. it's seen as through imagination, which is what helps her cope with the situation.

it's sad, yes. "the end of the world," as they call it.

but no one had a problem with it. i don't see why the explosive artistic and creative talent at that school is being stifled, especially after "Needle" was performed.
the girl who wrote "Columbinus" is moving to find another venue to perform the show. i applaud her for her perseverance.
these plays give students an opportunity to share their voice. we need to express ourselves. i think we have a lot to say. "playing it safe" only grows people so far.
a scary question is this -- what happens when we don't have a productive outlet to release ourselves?

it seems like art is dying in schools.

in fact, our state is trying to completely cut out art funding. and we only get $200,000 to begin with to cover the whole state's art programs.
it's pretty pathetic.

ART feeds people's souls.
ART will heal things that a math formula cannot touch.
ART is what fuels the great people in this world.
ART pushes the limits of our imaginations. it can make us uncomfortable, and sometimes that's okay.

don't let art die on us.

Song of the Day: "Sing" by the Dresden Dolls (watch the video here. please, watch it.)

day off? day off? we don't believe in those.

i have decided to write a blog instead of watching the super bowl. i'm just not a sports kid on any level, i guess.
as a matter of fact, i don't think anyone in my house is watching the super bowl at the moment. it's on the tv, just no one cares.
besides, as my friend chris says, "in the end, this game will probably come down to which team has the most points."

i finally got around to finishing that blasted closet. it devoured my entire saturday. i found more weird, awesome stuff, most of which i didn't even know existed.
New List Of Things Excavated From Wasteland
- those russian babushka dolls that stack inside each other (which, i might add, are legitimately from russia)
- a "lady and the tramp" poster from 1955 (i honestly had never seen it before)
- a guide to the original pokemon gameboy games

if you haven't checked out your closet in awhile, i highly suggest you do. there's no telling what's in there.

so my saturday was completely given up to that.i have had an incredible weekend, though. it's truly been a lot of fun.
friday night, despite being tired enough to pass out, i went to my friend wesley's house for a game night. not only was the food incredible, i love his family. we ended up playing bibleopoly, which is just like monopoly, but bible-themed and longer and even harder to win. we didn't finish, and all i could think of was dane cook saying, "its four o'clock in the morning, Grandma! YOU WIN!!"

oh, and my little sister went on a legitimate date. i had multiple people offer to help me spy on them. you know, wear fake mustaches and sunglasses into the movie theater and sit two rows behind them. my dad told us we needed to get a life.

on a totally unrelated note, i've discovered how my life is not about me on any level.
it's kind of something i always knew, but it's just now something that i've been putting into practice.
in the last week, i've taken up the habit of asking people "how are you?" and waiting for a more legitimate answer than "i'm fine." because if we're all honest, not many people are "fine."
i spent a good deal of time monitoring how much i listen vs. how much i talk. it kind of ended up looking like this.

i figured there was probably a problem with that.

so i have tried to be as open to people as i can be, and it's been absolutely amazing. you'd be surprised how much you can love people when you listen. it makes them real. it kind of reminds me that we are all human.

i don't know why i have a hard time remembering that sometimes.

we are two hours and thirty-three minutes away from monday. bring it.

wishing you all well, comrades.

xxT

P.S. i do sincerely apologize for my scatterbrain-ness in this blog. i feel like i'm all over the place these days.

Song of the Day: "Mahna Mahna" by the Muppets

oh my good golly gosh, Batman! what is THAT?

time is going faster than the speed of life. as cliché as it sounds, i swear its accurate.

my house was totally quiet when i walked in today. it took me a good five minutes or so to adjust.
anyone who's ever been in my house knows that its never quiet.
i honestly didnt say one word when i got in. no music, no noise, nothing. it was probably the first time all week that i didn't have any noise pollution.

yay.

so i fixed myself a bowl of ravioli and settled down to write this blog.

i had originally planned to write about how my life is consumed with obligations and such. i actually started with that topic. but i'm going to have to get back to that.

the reason my house was oh so incredibly peaceful was because my parents took my dog to the groomer this morning. he gets special treatment. i'm talking about more special than a needy, rich child gets.
anyway, they were out. my parents weren't home.

yes.
yes.
this is blissful.
naptime.
yes.
...what?

shortly after deciding that i enjoyed total silence, i hear a noise.
squeeeee.
yes, dear comrades. i was pretty much freaking out on the inside.
i typed a little bit more, and thought maybe it would go away. then i heard a lightswitch flick.

OH MUH GAGA SOMEONE IS IN THIS HOUSE I KNEW IT WAS TOO QUIET.

as it turns out, it was my mom. she did not go with dad this morning. she slept in. i really wish someone could have informed me. inner tiffany was kind of messed up.

so my blog took an unexpected turn. now, back to originally scheduled programming.
long story short, i start booking out my life two weeks in advance. it's getting pretty ridiculous. i get excited about having twenty minutes to myself.
its been brutal. i don't get enough sleep. i think i've sent my body into "panic mode" because of how little rest i get.
oh, and my closet still isn't clean.
but i'm really happy. really really happy.
i'm working hard. i'm learning ukulele. i'm creating friendships.
so, in lieu of having free time, i've actually met some pretty neat individuals.
there's a girl in my drama class named Logan, and our assignment is to become graffiti artists.
say what?
yes. we have to learn over the weekend to spray paint graffiti.
the higher drama classes are performing Midsummer Night's Dream, except it's set at a high school. in the 80's. our class is doing set construction.
i'm so excited about making graffiti, it's probably not healthy.

speaking of things that are not healthy, i've had the strangest desire for peanut butter today. please assume that by the time you finish reading this blog, i will have consumed a large amount of peanut butter.

have a grand day, comrades.

xxT


Song of the Day: "Swing Life Away" by Rise Against