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The noblest art is that of making others happy.

~PT Barnum

Get Ready With Me

17th September 2019 
To those who are no longer with me, 

I’m late, I know, I know, I’m sorry! This last week has been so crazy hectic and it wasn’t until I was walking out the door for the second time today that I realised I’m supposed to have a post up in an hour and I didn’t have one written.
I really do not know what today's post is about, it’s just a random little chit-chat, I guess. If this was a YouTube video, it would be a ‘Get Ready with Me.’
I’ve been in my new flat now for three days I think, I moved in on Saturday, and, although I didn’t want to love alone, I am. No-one’s fault, there was a mix up with the system and now I’m adulting hard by living alone. I do however, know that I am going to get lonely at some point. But as you know, I have a great system of friends in my life right now that won’t let me isolate myself and I am so very, very thankful for that.
Today my timetable for the next academic year was released and I’m not going to lie, I had a little cry. I have a 9am seminar on a Monday morning and I am mad about it. Nothing I can do, I can’t change it, I just need a moment to be mad and then I’ll be over it.
Now that I have my timetable though, I can start planning my time around my learning. I can apply for a job that I desperately need in order to survive this year. £111.52 for three months just isn’t going to cut it. Not with the amount of birthday’s I have been now January, and I of course have Christmas to deal with too. No-one is getting gift’s this year, knowing me is gift enough.
I can’t think of anything else to tell you right now, so hopefully I’ll have a better post in store for you next week.

So, that is what you've missed.
Love, always
Tiffany Jade
Xo

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Water
Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.

~Pablo Neruda