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Name: Tiffany
Location: Rome, Georgia, United States
Birthday: 11/24/1985
Interests: *music*clothes*good movies*good books*travelling*day dreaming*hypothesizing*seeing new cities*concert-going*chillin w/ my hommies- mainly ray-ho, austin and my nina!*
Expertise: Attempting to be an expert Musician... until then just a student of Music
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  latinchica105
Member Since:
1/31/2005
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| i realize
xanga is something of the past... now that all of us
shortercollege-ites have facebook.. and myspace.. but mainly facebook.
the question is... why am i even on xanga. well kids.. its a thursday afternoon and my foreign policy class was cancelled. and thursdays=fridays
here. so im basically procrastinating doing laundry and waiting to go
out for dinner for my friend katie's bday (we're going to pizza hut..
because we're not american or anything like that... proooomise)
so, i came on xanga because i
have killed facebook (i've been sick all week.. and i don't have a TV
in my room.. and the one in the common room only has 5 channels.. life
without cable). i read all my entries.. and entries of various friends
from this summer/ last semester... and feel slightly in awe of life.
not like reverent, or romantic or anything literary in nature.. just
kind of like 'well crap. everything's changed.'
and so it is... the shorter story? hmm.. do you ever look at photos of yourself, or writings from the past, or any form of nostalgic item.. and think.. who was that person?
i think that. and i'm glad i think that.. i dunno- coming of age after
high school is a funny thing. i guess it happens. but its a funny
experience. and like i said before, i mean that in the most unromantic
of explanations.. its just the only words i can think to describe such
situations.
anyways- to anyone who gets bored like me and still checks people's xanga.. and so cares to know about my london life-
it is very different. i feel very different.
better in many aspects- and worse in probably none. i have so much to
look forward to: tonight, tomorrow, spring break, this semester, and
coming home. is it weird that i think it's most of all about coming
home? and i think everyone here feels that way... it's strange because
most of us were coming here to run from something, and then somehow
grasped hold of our lives in those last few days, weeks, hours... and
here we spend so much time sharing stories, exchanging battle wounds..
but really we all know that we're going back to something more
substantial- and this is just preparing us.
ok. that was slightly
romanticized.. but i can't help it. living here is slightly mystical-
especially the fact that i only have class 3 days a week, i rarely have
homework, and the city is mine to explore. in more practical terms-
friends are good, roommate is good, life is good. i love london-
its beautiful.. not more than new york. i still want to be there when i
"grow up"- if that ever happens... but as much of a traveller as i am-
the older i get the harder it is to fill in the holes in your past to
everyone you meet. i know so much about my friends here in the present,
and them me.. and yet we know so little about eachother's pasts.. who
we used to be. i don't know their xanga names... i can't look back to their last summer. we marvel at this all the time.
in random conclusion.. i will
probably not write in this xanga again for a long time. or ever... but
i am glad i came here. i am glad i grasped for my life in those last
few seconds at home. i want to take in every second here.. but i know i
won't- because it's human nature, and it's especially my nature, and i
haven't yet let go of everything in my hands back home.
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| We serve an amazing and awesome God.
Just got back from Fuge.. and I never ever ever expected what God was going to do this week... If anyone wants to know all of it. believe me. i'll tell you (since I've been telling pretty much everyone i run into). but i just have to say this- I have never before seen such an outpouring of God's power. in such a specific way... I have never before seen my youth group filled with the joy God in such a way- lives touched, hearts turned.
My Lord is amazing.
I missed all my friends. and am glad to be home.. (mainly because I missed good food and sleep) but i feel more refreshed now than this whole summer. this is what summer is all about. actually.. it's what life is all about.
BTW- my new favorite verse(out of my new favorite book of the Bible)
Hebrews 11:1- Now Faith is the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of what is not seen
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| i'm sitting in my mom's office. listening to strange spanish pop music coming from my brother's computer area. i don't know why.. considering the brother usually listens to crappy rock. just thought you would all like to know this | | |
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<-- he always looks confused.. oh.. america. 
