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.