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 lot of time thinking about you and me
And the year we partied like it was 2003

We had punch in our tea-cups
And on the front of your gown
Party hats with no elastic
And a radio we found
Full of songs we hated
But still we waited
Happy New Year

I spend a lot of time thinking about you and me
And the year we partied like it was 2003

We gathered around the radio
And held the antenna steady
To listen for a countdown that never came
Because it was midnight already
So we just let the music play
We just let the music say
Happy New Year

I spend a lot of time thinking about you and me
And the year we partied like it was 2003.

♥, Tiffany Anne

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

I never thought such a silly show would make me feel so alone…

Is this an okay thing to admit here, out in the open? Out on the world wide web where everyone can read it? Where my parents and friends can read it? Maybe I’m doing it because I’m an attention whore. Maybe I’m doing it because I need to send someone a message. I don’t really know. I just feel the need to blah blah blah this on my blog. I guess that’s why I have it.

I had a mini-break down tonight. I tried to call my sister, but she didn’t pick up either line. I thought of calling 211c, but I didn’t want to bother in case she wasn’t there. Then I tried to call Ryan, they guy who posted his cell phone number on Post Secret. I don’t know why. I put his number in my cell phone this afternoon and thought about calling. When I did this evening, the voicemail picked up and the inbox was full. I read that he’s gotten calls from all over. I think that’s kind of neat, but it must be running up his bill. Ha-ha.

So, in my saggy-butt jeans and Clemson basketball t-shirt from Goodwill, I just curled up under the covers–under the purple sateen sheets and the pale green comforter. I cried and I wasn’t even really sure why. I’m sure the females reading this know what I mean. I thought of things that made me sad, just so I would keep crying. Most of the reasons were real. Over dramatic, I know.

I realized right there, once again, that I really truly lost my best friend. It’s still really hard sometimes. It hasn’t been for months, but I think I’m having some sort of relapse. Makes sense, I suppose. And so, I deleted all the rest Ugly Betty DVDs from my Netflix que.

I’ve been walking around in a funk for most of the day. It’s been building for a while and just sort of came around this afternoon. Ha. I like how I just phrased it “came around” as it it was an old friend coming to call. If I was chipper with you it was because a) my funk hadn’t started, b) I was at work and was distracted or c) I put on a good face for those who need it.

“Have a little self respect.” Said D.

Yeah. I know. But right now, I seem to have lost it somewhere in the mix.

♥, Tiffany Anne

This land is my land

“Yes. Yes. This is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it… This Land.”

“I think we should call it YOUR GRAVE!”

“Ahh! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”

“Har har har! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die!”

“Ohhh, no, God! Oh, dear God in heaven!”

♥, Tiffany Anne

don’t touch the positive with the negative end

i was thinking
over thinking
cause there’s just too many scenarios
to think about
to figure out

♥, Tiffany Anne

*sigh*

Life is confusing, is it not? I just desperately don’t want to screw it all up.

♥, 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

It looked better in my eye