The Reasons we fly Delta

So.. last post was on Thursday. This one's on Friday.. let's just pretend the weeks are the same, yes? (:
Nah, it's all good.
Because I got to go see Michael. *sigh of relief and love and almost dying but not quite*
It had been a month.
Wow. Don't do that.
Don't. It's not fun.

The Reasons we (I.. America.. whoever) fly Delta:

1: Biscoff cookies. 

It's true and you know it. Have you had one? Did you eat ten instead of one? Did the people around you understand that you suddenly turned into a Biscoff-eating machine and give you theirs? Mine didn't. >:(

Stewardess: Would you like a snack? Peanuts, pretzels, cookie? 

Me: Cookiiiieeezz.z.. *drool*

Stewardess (to other guy): Would you like a snack? Peanuts, pretzels, cookie?

Other guy: No, thanks.

Me: *gawping* ...what? You.. I could have had that.. have you not tried Biscoff cookies or something?

Stewardess: *repeat*

Next lady: No, thanks.

And repeat about 5x. I was saddened.

I got braver, later on. On the last leg home the English guy next to me said no. Since he and I had become friends I informed the stewardess that he really wanted peanuts. They both laughed. But it worked. (:

Now picture ten instead of just one.

2. Yay Sky Miles!

Super thanks to my parents [in-law] who used their miles to buy Michael and I tickets this season. You're saving our lives. We love you.

3. Unintended Mechanical Issues

Why is this a reason we love Delta? Are you being sarcastic?

Nope.

Be me, seeing my adoring fiance for the first time in a month, staying for the amount of time which, while in USU, was the best we could do. 

Be me, not in college anymore, leaving before I really "have to" because I can't change my flight. 

Okay.

Now be me when the announcer guy tells you your plane is cancelled and offers a flight the next day.

Be Michael when I called and asked him to come get me from the airport.

Yay. (: We love Delta. 

Just don't be the guy next to me who got really pissed off. Nope. Be me. 

His name was Zach and he worked for the DIA in the Air Force... he hates SLC (where we were both headed, both days) and told me all about his married/divorced/dating/engaged life. For hours. We sat by each other on both days for over 2 hours waiting for said flight connection. Hilarious. He was way cool.

This post should be about: 

Day 4: Your parents

But, 1) long posts are hard to read, aren't they? Tell me, really. Because I can do short ones. Like today.

 And 2) I don't want to pass up my friends who are on day 5... that's a lame reason. It's mostly because of the long post. Let me know.


I have no idea why these last two paragraphs are a different sized font. But it really bugs me...XD 

A bit of theory and my life-to-be

Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name


This isn't the easiest thing to explain.. simply because it involves AP theory. We'll work with it. I've been thinking about this all day. (: 
Except, the thing is, I tend to post after midnight. Which means, to post on the "next" day, I can't really do this except after midnight. Or be really patient and wait until the next actual day. Unlikely. Eh. Welcome, everyone. It's 1229am. 

A Quick Lesson in Theory:

A4 is the theory shorthand for augmented 4th. 

An augmented 4th is an interval.

An interval is the space between two notes.

Therefore, A4 stands for a certain spacing between two notes.

Great.

Who cares?

Well.. theory people do. The A4 is actually called "the devil in music". Like, it's Satan's interval. It's the worst thing ever.. if you can hear it. I think it's the worst thing ever...in music, that is.

Okay, next. Here's a solfege C scale:

Scales have intervals.. between each note. The interval we're looking for, the augmented fourth (A4) is found between the two notes/syllables FA (on the F) and TI (on the B natural). Take my word for it, or go play it. It has six half steps between the notes, if you're gonna try for it.

If you take the syllables TI and FA, you get an A4. My name, for those who didn't know, is Tiffany. I think only Trently calls me Tifa.. and Janeth does too, sometimes. 

Oh. Dang. So do the juniors. Idea fail. Mostly Trent and Jane. 

Tiffany ---> Tifa

Tifa (Ti-Fa) is an A4.

I am the dissonant satanic interval in any major scale. Yay. 

Why does this matter?

Um. It doesn't. But it was interesting, right? 

In naming a blog, I wasn't about to write "Stories about Tifa". Though I was tempted. It's just not cool enough. So, we're cheating and making this slightly more interesting. I would have written "Stories of an A4"...but then you'd just wonder and start trying to classify it as a blood type or something before you got this explanation. Plus, it sounds better this way. 

That's it.

That's whatchyaoughtaknow [about my blog name]. 

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There are some of you who may be wondering what the freak I'm doing with my life. You're engaged?! You're moving!?? You're dropping out of USU!!!@##@!? Whaaaa... 


And then there are some of you who don't care. 


I don't know which reaction I should be more concerned with, really. 


In wishing to make this slightly more interesting/doable to read, I sought for a photo. Not gonna lie, I wrote "moving life explodes" into google. Unfortunately, even google cannot read my strange and twisted ideas into a perfect photo. So, I attempted to map my strange new life on google, instead. See photo.

No, you probably can't see it. This is a struggle. I would draw something better, but I lack a lovely scanner. 
Logan--->Centerville---->[Aruba, not pictured]--->NYC--->Houston, TX---->Charlottesville, VA----->???
Proper reaction: *gasp, faint, groan in wtf terror* ..not in that order.


I realized several things tonight:


1. I am marrying Michael. The end. 
There's really no contest there. No matter what, no matter how crazy my life is about to be, I am marrying him and I can't wait. Literally. I'm dying.
I already knew this.. it's just an add-on to the following statements. It's first because it's most important, not because it belongs there chronologically.


2. I'm leaving everything. AAAAAAAAH.
USU, Ari, Kenny, beloved friends @ USU who all deserve to be mentioned here but aren't because I hate typing, Tomma, Janeth, all (all) of my family/support group, everything I'm used to... like cats, reading, sleeping in, waking up in a familiar city where I can find Wal-Mart or Wendy's, my job[s], my beloved dry climate (dang you, humidity!), and perhaps most importantly: knowing what the freak I'm doing.


3. It's about time I had a bit of a break down. 
Let's not lie. I've been so chill about this. 
Me: "Psh, yeah! Married, moving, in love with said most wonderful man ever, want to hear about my plans for my life?...oh wait, there are none."
So tonight I got a bit of the necessarily forthcoming freak out moment out of the way. To Michael, that is. And I realized something else.


4. I'm actually really terrified.
I don't know why this never hit me before, but the day has finally come. I'm doing what?! 
I'm leaving everything. I'm literally abandoning my life and starting it all over in new circumstances that I have no real control over and just going with it. I'm.. whew. Wow. 


Understand that, in general, me and God have a pretty quiet relationship. For most of my life I knew he was there, and wondered why he never talked to me much. It was only in my really desperate "Please help me, I can't handle this" moments that I felt it strongly. That I heard him calm me. Those moments were profound, but they were still very few. We're quiet, God and I. Until recently.
I swear, if God had more in mind for me right now I might not be able to handle it. Ha. Knock, someone, please. Let's say the past two months have been a freaking storm of new ideas for me to take on, new plans, new life... aaaah. God's given me a list of things he wants me to do. And the best part is:


5. I'm so doing it.
I want this, so much. I love Michael. I love hearing what God has to say to me, and going with how absolutely terrifying it is, taking it in a seriously-deep-breath stride. Let's try DC 111:11. I'll do it for you:


"Therefore, ...I will order all things for your good, as fast as ye are able to receive them. Amen."


Just accept the plan, and move on. Give you two days before he gives me something else. But, you know what? It's great. I'm so good with it. I have to freak out sometimes, but that will never stop me from trying. 


My life-to-be, everyone. Still unfolding. 

Irony and the value of being outspoken

Day 1: Introduce, recent picture of yourself, 15 interesting facts


Those things in awkward group settings.. get to know you things. People ask you for something "no one knows about you". Yeah. Great idea. Except the part where I'm sitting in said room with my 4 best friends and we have a rather large issue: I'm one of those outspoken people. I divulge about my life, my thoughts, my dreams. All of it is eventually laid out on the table. I doubt there's anything I could say on this blog that someone doesn't already know. 


Really. Watch for it. 


Tomma, tell me if I ever say anything truly original on here. That means you have to read it. (: 

All right. This is me.

All right. That's a lie. 

This is me and Michael. Honestly though, this pretty much counts as me, either way.

I chose a photo most of you haven't seen. I'm cheating. 

But this is  me in my favorite jacket. A leather bomber jacket that Coj gave me for Christmas. Love it. 

Photo introductions are much more fun, no?

I love fall leaves. Hardcore. 

I made this fall leaf collage thing in my dorm. It took me a few months. I got a lot of flack for it, but they dried beautifully and it kept me happy through the winter.

I love Utah State with my heart. Really. My heart is in Logan. I miss it there.
I only spent a semester there, but it was the right choice for me, and I know that well.

I lived in St. G for about 6 years. The red rock really grows to be a part of you. I loved it there, too. But St. G has definitely fulfilled its part in my life.

Interesting facts.. no pressure.

My life is in a serious transitory stage. I've never had so many changes in such a short period of time. I'm getting married. I left USU. I'm moving (4 times...wow). I live with my father for the first time in 13 years. I've never felt so lost and guided at the same time. 

I have this inclination (more like OCD, really) to write all of this in teeeeny font. Somehow I think that looks more organized and professional. But then you couldn't read it. I'm resisting. It's hard.

My favorite colors (actually the only ones I can really stand) are red, burnt orange, black, amber yellow, midnight blue, and some variations of green. I hate pastels, pink, purple, and most colors that normal people like.

I express myself in a very direct, forward way. Apparently that offends people who don't know me well. I find this humorous, and somewhat frustrating to deal with.

I strongly dislike having ambient noise. Music while studying or falling asleep does not work. I don't know how people deal with that. It's awful.

For some reason I think of facts as elongated explanations. That's a shorter fact.

I'm incredibly picky about spelling and grammar. As such, I think advertising and people in general are definitely going to English hell. 

I have this secret love for ultra urban spaces. Stained concrete floors, old renovated brick walls, high shafted ceilings, black countertops, dark wood.. I used to want a house like that. 

Maybe I still do.

I don't eat seafood. I think it's mostly psychological, but that doesn't change my opinion.

Except tuna.. but that's really rare and doesn't count. Chicken of the sea [somehow] = chicken.

I'm the youngest of six children, and have always felt a little intimidated by the standard set for me. My family rocks. I rock a bit less, but always try my best. 

I think marrying Michael is the best decision I've ever made. 

That fact isn't going to change, ever.

I always drive with my right hand. It's a habit I'm trying to break. Eh.. a habit I'm failing to break.

I do my smileys backwards. See exhibit A. (:

Because on MSN Instant Messenger, :) shows up as an emoticon. I don't like emoticons. Therefore, (: .

I used to be a very avid reader. I'd read a book a day, standard. About 300 pages or so. I miss it terribly. It's one of the things I'm looking forward to doing in my spare time. I haven't decided what's next on the list. 

Either Wuthering Heights or Brand New World. 

I love my friends. People are everything to me. More than grades or success. More than personal satisfaction. I make an effort to let my friends know that. My blunt, open personality serves to make a lot of embarrassing and hilarious conversations there. But it's worth it. 

Intro, facts, blog.

Check.

Rational thoughts and how to avoid them

Happy post-Singles' Awareness Day, everyone. For the record, I would not recommend spending it without your reason-why-you-don't-count-as-single. Though it does help when they send roses, cards, and chocolate across the continent. Yet another reason why I love the man in -----> that photo. 

Yes, after the next post, it will no longer point to said photo. I get that. It's for effect, work with me.

Moving on.

3 Reasons why I would never start a blog:

#1: It's a fad. I hate fads. I avoid fads at all cost.. like Justin Beiber, Twilight, and hole-ey jeans. Harry Potter is the exception. It just is.

Mandatory Distinction: If I get into the fad before it's a fad, that doesn't count. It's fair game. Thus why Facebook and Harry Potter are okay. 

#2: I don't have time. --Okay, this is a lie. I didn't have time. I do now. Number two is invalid.

#3: I have nothing to write! Yes, I could rant. I can. I do. But would you read that? ...okay, would you read that consistently? Think no. 

Me neither. Therefore, we've come up with a plan. We're following a fad, using time, and writing for [at least] 30 days. Thereby breaking through the rational thoughts and doing it anyway. 

Why? 

Because rationality is the reason none of us ever do anything worthwhile. And I love writing.

Day 0: The 30 Day Challenge Explanation and Description

Day 1: Introduce, recent picture of yourself, 15 interesting facts

Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name
Day 3: Your first love

Day 4: Your parents

Day 5: A song to match your mood

Day 6: A picture of something that makes you happy

Day 7: Favorite movies

Day 8: A place you've traveled to

Day 9: A favorite picture of your best friend

Day 10: Something you're afraid of

Day 11: Favorite TV shows

Day 12: Something you don't leave the house without

Day 13: Goals

Day 14: A picture of you last year - how have you changed?

Day 15: Bible verse

Day 16: Dream house

Day 17: Something you're looking forward to

Day 18: Favorite Place to Eat

Day 19: Something you miss

Day 20: Nicknames

Day 21: Favorite Picture of yourself ALL TIME Why?

Day 22: What's in your purse?

Day 23: Favorite Movie

Day 24: Something you've learned

Day 25: Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs

Day 26: Your Dream Wedding

Day 27: Original Photo of the city you live in

Day 28: Something that stresses you out

Day 29: 3 Wishes

Day 30: a picture of yourself this day and 5 good things that happened since you started the challenge

I'm thinking these are all up to general interpretation/change and may not stay in order. We'll see. Go team.

Calvin and Hobbes?