February 18, 2014

  • A Recent History of the Tigah

    I guess the best way to do this is chronologically. So, here goes.

    As most of you may have noticed, I started making a slight comeback during the summer. Promises were made to get back into the Xanga scene, and I had every intention of doing so. Then, the fall semester started. At the time, I was attending a Baptist college. Their computers had a tracking system that saw everywhere you went, and if you went anywhere bad, red flags would go up, and emails would be sent. Well, I guess the administration could see everywhere you go, and how long you were there, and apparently students were spending hours on Facebook and other social media sites, but failing their classes. So, when the new semester started, they installed a blocker instead of a tracker, which blocked all social media, including Xanga. Since I had no laptop, I had no way of getting on. So that explains my last sudden disappearance.

    Speaking of that semester, it was terrible. During those months, I was the most unhappy I had ever been. I had a full credit load, two jobs, and extra circular responsibilities that somehow ended up in my lap. Meanwhile, rules of the college, and the way things were being handled, were getting ridiculous. I’m not going to get caught up in all of that, but by Thanksgiving break, I had a huge list of reasons as to why I shouldn’t attend that college anymore. One of the main reasons being I no longer believed that that is the way that God intended for a preacher to be trained. The Bible gives numerous examples of future preachers being mentored by one man of God, not 8 like at the college. And so, once the semester ended, I knew I needed to leave. But first, I had to give my two jobs a two week notice.

    Then I wrecked my car. Lost control on an icy road and totaled it. So my parents had to come get me, and it only made since to get all of my stuff then, so I ended up leaving several weeks before I planned.

    After I had been home for about a week, our pastor (who has been the pastor for about two years) says he would like for me to pray about taking over for my dad as youth leader (my dad has been the youth leader and the assistant pastor for over 30 years). After a bit of prayer, it was obvious that this is what God had in store for me.

    So, here I am. Youth leader at the church I grew up in. And now, I need a private outlet more than ever. Also, I missed you guys a lot. It saddens me that a lot of Xangans have left during my absence. But I look forward to getting back into things with those of you still around!

    ~Aaron “Tigah”

February 11, 2014

July 31, 2013

  • 2,131


    Dear Like_A_Tigah,

    It’s been 2,131 days since you joined Xanga!



    Wow. 2,131 days. And that’s just this site. That’s around 5 & 1/2 years. Xanga has been there with me through so much. Sure, these last two years I’ve been in and out, but I never could leave. I couldn’t just let go. Not after all Xanga has done for me.


    Xanga has taught me how to open up. Xanga is where I found my love for writing, and it allowed me to share this love with some of the greatest people I’ve never met. I couldn’t possibly name those people. They know who they are. But Xanga has been one of my best friends. I know I didn’t get Premium, and, despite my best efforts, never even made True. But I’m a Xangan, through and through.

    There are so many things I want to say…

    Hopefully I can say them on Xanga 2.0.

    See ya there?


    ~ Aaron “Tigah”

June 18, 2013

  • Life

    Ah, life.

    What a confusing conundrum of catastrophic occurrences, coincidental accidets, and climactic occasions.

    It is a journey. A singular path, laid out for each of us individually, that joins and separates seemingly at random with the paths of others, whether we want it to or not. This site is a fine example of that. It is a path in and of itself, made up of the paths of countless others, joining and breaking off as their own journey runs its course. And soon, it seems, this jumble of intertwined paths will, too, come to an end, and many paths will part and never cross aga
    Unfortunately, my path led me away from your’s quite a bit ago, but certainly not because that was what I had wanted. Yet, it seems that before the larger path of Xanga ends, our paths meet again, if only for a little while (though I will make steps to prevent that).

    Not much has happened on my end in the time of my absence. Though I am currently in low spirits, it is not because of anything worth writing about, and hopefully soon I’ll be right as rain, though I’m not exactly sure how right rain is.

    Speaking of writing, I am almost halfway through my first book (it won’t be published or anything; it’s more of a personal project), and have several short stories in the works. Hopefully, I will be able to share them with you on Xanga 2.0.

    If you want more details, then i guess ask detailed questions and I’ll answer them. I really, truly, greatly missed you all. Let me know how you are doing, or if there’s a certain post that came up in my hiatus that you would like me to read.

    Aaron “Tigah.”

June 10, 2013

August 3, 2012

  • Dreams



    I love dreams.

    Not the wishful thinking type, like “It’s my dream to own a penguin and train in him mixed martial arts;” the other ones. The ones that take place at night.  The ones that happen when your subconscious mind and you imagination team up to create a brand new, unexplored world; just for you, just for one night. Where impossible things happen, unrealistic events take place, and unlikely relationships form, and it all seems normal. It is where you are ripped from the world you know and cast into the unknown, where you fall through random times and phases, plummeting through the undiscovered yet familiar realms of your own mind, until you crash land face first into your bed, where you are expected to leave that place behind for the real world. The normal, mundane, complacent, apathetic, real world; where people are killed, governments collapse, and lives are ruined, and it all seems normal. Where adventures are rare, and doing the impossible is frowned upon; mocked, even. Where dreams are stomped out by cruel, harsh reality. Where you are forced to deal with the here and now of things; swept up into the hustle and bustle of what we call life and living. Where, every now and then, as you hurry from one monumental task to the next,  you may pause to remember the night before, and hope that, if by blind luck and divine Providence, you happen to make it through yet another day, when you pillow your head once more, your subconscious and your imagination may merge again and sweep you away. Away from cruel, harsh reality.

    To another world.

    Another dimension:




July 24, 2012

  • An Awesome Opportunity!


    As we speak, er, I type, and perhaps as you read, but actually, by the time you read this, I’ll more than likely be done, unless you are reading this as I type, which would be creepy since I am definitely by myself, and no one is around, so you must be either an expert ninja, or a professional creeper…

    Anyway, I’m putting together a compilation of my poems for a community poetry slam tomorrow night, July the 25th. I’ll be reciting one of my poems (not sure which one yet…any suggestions?), then insert a little plug for a table I’ll have set up, where I will have a binder containing my poems and a few short stories, an email sign-up sheet, some Oreos, a donation box, and a bottle of hand sanitizer, just to make it look better silly). Those who would like all of my poems can, for a small donation, receive their very own binder (either black, blue, green or pink laughing). But I only have 20, so it’s until supplies last! For those who just like one or two, I’ll have individual copies. And in case they would rather have a virtual copy, or would like to receive any future poems, they can leave their email. And Oreos for all! I’m kinda nervous, but pretty stoked for this! Oh, and I’m calling my collection “Poetical Musings,” and each binder will come with a bunch of blank pieces of paper and a pencil so they can write down their own poetical musings!

    I’ll let you guys know how it goes. Wish me luck!



July 7, 2012

  • In Recent News…





    Hey everyone. It’s good to be back. I apologize for the unannounced (and unwanted) hiatus, but the college life proved demanding.

    But it’s summer, so I have a bit more free time.

    Which is good, because with summer came…other things. Not so great things.

    See, there’s this thing I do in the summer-a 2 week training at which we take classes on how to teach Vacation Bible School, as well as general stuff about working with kids. This was my fourth year there, and I was asked to be assistant dean of men. Then the kitchen needed help, so I ended up as dean of men. (Actually, my title changed 4 times! Long, stressful story) And another one of the staff was made my assistant. Problem: this was only his second year there. And he’s a douchebag. I would’ve been a million times better off without him. It was bad…

    Anywho, when I get there, I’m given the list of the students coming, and I saw a name that literally filled me with dread. This name was one I was too familiar with; one I myself has written many times. It was the name of the girl I had fallen in love with for 2 and 1/2 years, who I hadn’t seen for 2 years. Never have I felt so strongly for anyone else. (Actually, the feelings I had inspired many posts, i.e. The Sound of Silence, Dear ______, The Sound of…, To Be A Cloud, and Sleepless Night.) And seeing that name scared me. I was afraid the feelings I had fought so hard to bury might come back; the scars might reopen. Even though I had promised a girl back at college I wouldn’t look at any other girl while I was gone, I hadn’t been prepared for this. I had already planned on never seing this person again. And now, I had to spend two weeks with her!

    Luckily, my duties kept me busy, and although it was awkward, never did an ounce of what I had felt for her return.

    But this post isn’t all roses and happiness. The other night, I was texting the girl from college (spoken of in these posts: What Luck, Saving Seats, and Page 88.), and she informed me that she thought it’d be best if we remain friends. She hopes to be finished by the end of next semester, and will be moving back to Texas afterwards, while I have 3 more years of college left. I told her if that’s what she believed was best, then that’s what we ought to do. I told her it has been amazing getting to know her better, and we decided we’d continue to talk as friends. I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty bummed.bummed I really like this girl. But I’ll get over it. Life goes on. And hopefully my return to Xanga will help life go a bit easier.

    Anyway, have a good day! More blogs coming soon: I have catching up to do!




June 28, 2012

  • Once Upon a Xangan

    Once upon a time, there was this guy. He loved writing. So he joined a bloggong community. He loved the site, and made many friends there. It was a great outlet for him. Then, for some reason, he stopped.
    This is a sad story.
    But that’s not the end…

March 14, 2012

  • Page 88


    Time passes so slowly sometimes. Usually when you don’t want it to. When you’d love to look at the clock and see it’s an hour later, but in reality, only five minutes has passed.

    But worse than that is when time flies past you, wondering where it went, and what it’s left you with. Hours pass, and before you know it, the day is gone. Then days, too, go by in what seems like the blink of an eye. Weeks soon to soar, and before you know it, you’re in an entirely new month, when the process starts again. This happens only twelve times, and then you have to get used to ending the dates you write down with a new digit.

    Yes, it’s not when time passed slowly that I remember; it’s when time flew by while I was busy blinking.

    I turned 19 on Monday. I hid my birth date on Facebook so my wall wouldn’t get blown up. Only three people knew it was my birthday without having someone tell them. The day passed like any other, uneventful save one thing that happened. I celebrated by getting a half-off appetizer at Applebees. Alone. Then walked back to my dorm.

    I’m not a big fan of birthdays. To me, they’re nothing special. Just another day. I used to throw a party and get presents and all that jazz. That was like three years ago now. I haven’t gotten a birthday present from my parents in four years. I’m not bitter or upset, just telling of another reason why birthdays aren’t that special to me.

    But this year…this year was the best I’d had in a long time…

    See, I’ve been meaning to start reading the Hunger Games, especially before the movie comes out. But nobody I knew owned it, and the library had a double digit waiting list, so I was a little disappointed. I told this to my friend (the one I took to the V-Day Banquet) who had already read the series, and loved it. Well her friend was borrowing it from someone, and they had to leave for a while, so she told me I could read it while they were gone. “Get through chapter seven, it’s a good stopping spot.”

    Well, by the time they got back, about 45 minutes later, I was halfway through chapter seven. She come up to me and said they need the book back. I’m sitting on a couch, and she stands in front of me, hands behind her back, waiting. Looking disappointed, I hand the open book back to her. Then she brings her hands out from behind her and gives me something. “Here, you can read this instead.” It’s the Hunger Games. She bought me my own copy for my birthday. I stare at her, surprised, thankful, amazed, and very much liking this girl, when she somehow makes it even better by adding, “You were on page 88.”

    Wow. Needless to say, I was pretty happy the rest of the day. I had to leave shortly after that, and that’s when I went to Applebees. I might’ve been alone, but I was still pretty psyched.

    This girl is pretty awesome. Ii seems like I like her a little more every time I see her.

    Anyway, it’s been pretty hectic, so that’s why I haven’t been on lately. I’ve got Midterms this week, so I should probably go study. =/

    Hope you guys have an awesome Pi Day! And I can’t wait for Spring Break!