December 24, 2009

  • My Art

    I was visiting a new friend of mine on Xanga (Aloysius_son) and they asked, “What is your passion?” I thought this through for a bit, then I decided I didn’t really have one. So, regarding their painting I typed “I love this!” Then while I was contemplating if I should answer the question at all, I realized I have a passion, and a gift, for humor.
    I don’t often brag about myself, but I’m a very funny guy, although it’s not very evident on Xanga. I guess I feel putting funny things in writing takes away alot of it’s funny. When I say something funny, I know which synonyms to use, the way to say the words, where to place emphasis, where to look at and for how long, and plenty of other things. Some things people wouldn’t think have anything to do with something funny said, but almost everything matters. Sometimes a hand gesture can take away, or add to a joke. The surroundings, who’s around to hear it, almost everything is calculated in my head, then in a matter of seconds, something funny pops out. Usually on impulse. And it’s gotten me in trouble many a time! (But it’s funny, so they can’t stay mad at me for too long!)
    Since the post was about art, I compared humor to it. And this is what I came up with:

    “I guess my passion would be humor. Being funny and making other people laugh. Humor is in it’s own way an art. To hear a statement, quickly choreograph a jumble of words into an amusing sentence, then to speak it, with the right tone, adding the right amount of emphasis to the right words, and to see the result it produces is a masterpiece to the artist of humor.”

    That’s how I feel when I make people laugh. I have this sense of accomplishment. It’s even better when I can cheer someone up. (Which I’ve been told I’m good at, so if you ever need a picker-uper, send me a message and I’ll do my best.) I love my passion, even better, I love that I’m good at it, that I’ve been given this talent from God. I guess that’s a big part of why it’s harder for me to share the parts of my life that get me down-it gives the opposite affect than that of what I’m used to giving.
    Anyway, it’s nice to look at myself as an artist. What about you? If you were an artist, what would your art be?

December 22, 2009

  • Break Time

    I’m unbelievably happy it’s Christmas break. Not because I’m tired of school, or because I’m excited about Christmas gifts. On the contrary, my house is extremely boring, so I’d rather be at school. And I already know I won’t get much, if anything, for Christmas, but I’m okay with that.
    I’m happy because I really need a break. I have way, way too much going on. At school, there’s school work (duh!), basketball (which I don’t really want to play), and drama that I somehow get thrown into. Not to mention I’m the president, so that has a way of keeping me busy. At home, there’s a bunch of family stuff going on partly because of my stupid older siblings, partly because of my overly anxious mom, and partly because of my mentally challenged brother. I’m sort of forcibly involved with too many things at my church, including choir, puppets, the Christmas program (which is finally done!), our AWANA program, and I’m the assistant janitor to my dad.
    And I have sooo much on my mind. I’ve got my own problem, which include all of the above, and several relationship-type problems. It’s like I’m the go-to guy for everyone’s problems. I’m glad people feel they can trust me, and I try to help them the best that I can, but it really weighs down my mind. Who said helping others with their problems helps you with your own? Idiot.
    I’ve just really needed a break. I just want to chill these two weeks. I’m thinking about skipping basketball practice tomorrow. (There’s even drama on the court!)

    Have you ever felt like you really, REALLY needed a brake? To get away? What helped?

December 9, 2009

  • My List.

    Well, now that I’ve been tagged a gazillion times, I might as well post my 25. But I want to make it 28 & 1/2 cuz that’s my favorite number.

    1. I’m a president.
    2. I need a haircut.
    3. I play basketball. And I’m not that bad.
    4. I hate it.
    5. I am not Pacerfreak14′s fiance.
    6. I have a dog named Hercules. He’s pretty stupid.
    7. If you even need to be cheered up, I’m your go-to guy.
    8. I’m really good at reading people. Like the dude on Lie To Me. Just not that good.
    9. I’m in love.
    10. I have THE best principal. Ever. Hands down, shut your mouth. Yours doesn’t even come close.
    11. I have several stalkers, and they all hope #9 is about them.
    12. It’s not.
    13. I was recently told I’m complex because I hid layers of emotion. Like an onion.
    14. I think #13 is true.
    15. I wish I had a troll stalker on Xanga. That would be epic.
    16. I’m really good at memorizing.
    17. I have my life threatened on a daily basis. Usually by girls.
    18. I sing bass. Pretty good, too.
    19. I have really weird dreams. I’ll have to tell you guys about one sometime.
    20. I have a stuffed Spyro. Every time he leaves my room, he get kidnapped.
    21. I’m a romantic at heart. I think it goes along with the comedian part.
    22. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a funny guy. If you don’t believe me, tell me so and I’ll prove it.
    23, I know more Chuck Norris facts than you.
    24. I’m good at keeping secrets.
    25. I’m confusing sometimes.
    26. I’m confused all the time. Usually about the same things.
    27. I’m tired of being confused.
    28. All dentists are from and will return to Hell.
    28 & 1/2. The person mentioned in #9 is

    And there’s my list. If you were tagged, I was either tagging you back, or now you’re supposed to do one. don’t forget to tag me.
     Sorry I haven’t been on in a while. I’m dealing with a lot. I’m not going to promise to be on more, but I will try to be on more. Miss you guys!

November 23, 2009

  • Stood Up

    I can almost here them laughing. I was told they would be here! It’s just not fair! I gave up my weekend for them, and they don’t show? Everyone said they wanted to get together with me. It didn’t matter when or where (apparently they’re flexible). I never personally asked them, and I haven’t even seen them for a while. But everyone that had seen them said they wanted to get together some time. I thought that was pretty cool, because I wanted to hang out with them,too. I mean, everyone does! So I made plans as soon as possible. I gave up my Thursady evening, all of Friday, and most of Saturday. Just for them. I missed our church’s turkey dinner, for crying out loud! I rode with my dad for 2 hours to the rendezvous. My dad had a couple of things to do Friday morining, so we decided we would meet up with them Friday evening.

    I sat outside, in the rain (good think it was just drizzling!) for 2 hours! TWO HOURS! They never showed. Maybe they were busy, right? I mean, they’ve got lots of things to do, and everyone is busy during this season. So I gave them the benefit of the doubt. I would have gone Saturday morning, but I wasn’t feeling very well, so I moved it up to late afternoon. This time I waited two and a half hours for them, and they still didn’t show!

    I don’t understand. Everyone that saw them said I should go see them, too. Yet I didn’t see a single one of them!

    this same thing happened last year, too!

    Stupid deer…another weekend wasted hunting.

November 16, 2009

  • What’s Going On

    I hate letters. No, not the abc’s. Not even the long distance ones, which I actually enjoy more than email.But the ones you write to someone to tell the something you’re too chicken to say to their face.

    But I’m getting way ahead of myself. By about two years.

    [NOTE: Yeah, that's as far as I got. I'm not sure if I should make this post protected because there's a link on my facebook to my site, and I'd rather not have this person read this. But I've never liked the thought of having a protected post...should I protectify it?]

November 12, 2009

  • Opening Up

    I posted one of those pics that say “describe me in one word!” on my Facebook the other day. I didn’t really expect anything. Mostly just “funny”s and “fluffy”s (see a comment in this post for explanation). But one friend surprised me by saying “complex.”
    Complex? I’m not complex. I asked her what she meant, and she said, “Well you’re complex b/c you have layers of emotion that you don’t let many people see…”
    Yeah right! Then I thought for a second…and came to the sudden conclusion that she’s right.

    On a semi-related note, I was talking today with some of my friends who have Xangas, when I suddenly realized something else: I can’t truly call any of you that I don’t know in real life friends.
    I immediately turned the thought away. “That can be true,” I reasoned. “I’m on more than I used to be. I have 200+ plus ‘friends,’ and Dan the Theologian has even been to my site! There has to be someone on here that I could call a friend!”
    I thought. And thought. And quickly realized I’ve been an inactive participator.
    Sure, I’ve posted things, done a guest blog, gotten in a few scraps, and even have a few vandave jokes here and there. I comment as often as I can, and I’ve told I don’t know how many people that if they ever need anything to message me. I mean it, but I don’t really show it.

    Back to the first part: It’s true, I don’t really show my emotional side. I’m not sure why, really. Maybe it’s because I’m always trying to be funny, I don’t know.

    But I figure that’s why I’m not as attached to Xanga as I feel I should be. I’ve never posted anything personal on here. I’ve expected friendships to just suddenly happen. But from what I can tell is a true, virtual friendship is made when two people discover they have something personal in common, or one has an answer to another’s problem, or something like that. But that doesn’t happen with me because the only thing you guys know about me is my first name and I’m pretty funny. Oh, and a bunch of kids know me as “Fluffy.”
    It’s not that I’m afraid of some creeper reading my personal dilemma or anything like that, it’s just that I’m not very good at opening up, I guess.
    But I’m going to work on that. I have too much bottled up stuff to have it just sitting around. No more far off, everything-having-humor Tigah. Yeah, i’ll still do my spoofs and what not, I have to. It’s mostly what I am. But now, there will be some serious stuff mixed in.

    It’s time for a new Tigah. An up close and personal one.

    I am Tigah.

    I am Aaron.

    This is my Xanga.

November 5, 2009

  • Rumors

    I sang at the church several of my Xangan friends attend Sunday night. After the service, I was heading out to the gym to play some basketball, when I overhead a conversation that I, quite frankly, did not expect to hear.
    I heard MisFishie tell Simbathe2nd that he was, and I quote, “very cute.”
    Now I didn’t want to be accused of eavesdropping on this obviously personal conversation, so I didn’t stop to ask questions. But it’s extremely obvious to me what’s going on here.
    I just don’t understand why they wouldn’t tell anyone. So I figured they must have forgotten. So I did what any kind, caring, and cool friend would do, and decided I would save them the trouble and tell everyone for them.
    So, everyone, on the behalf, and in the best interest, of MisFishie and Simbathe2nd, I would like to announce…

    Usually people just skip to the announcing. Forget the back story, unless it makes the story juicier. Forget about most of the conversation, the unknown facts, the context of the conversation, all of that is null so long as you got the Who, What, and maybe the When. Nothing else really matters to you, because that’s not what’s important. That stuff doesn’t make the better story.
    Your kind are a dime a dozen, and that’s plus tax. Ugh, the world would be so much better off without you! The only good you do is supply the plants with carbon dioxide to breathe!
    You just sulk around, waiting to hear what you want to hear, so you can run off and tell someone a lie, when the truth you don’t even care about  probably isn’t any of your business!
    I was in school with someone like that for a long time. They would run around telling half truths, stirring up rumors, setting off tempers, then when they were caught; deny deny deny. It made me sick. They caused so much pain, so many headaches.
    Sometimes it’s more than just petty tattletales. Some of the things you say can cost an innocent person their job, reputation, ect. And you don’t even care.
    I’m not talking about politics, I’m talking about people who just mind their own business, who probably do more good than not. And you just have to throw some mud on them.
    I think you do it just to get attention off of yourself. You try so hard to keep everybody interested in others’ lives so nobody will have time to look at yours. You’re so quick to point out the flaws of others so no one will be able to see your own.
    You don’t even have any true friends. You can’t be trusted.
    You know, I almost pity you. Almost; if it weren’t for all the pain you cause.

    That’s the end of my rant. The whole first three paragraphs are true though. But I’ll leave it up to you to form your own conclusion.

October 26, 2009

  • Accepted!

    Have you ever tried really hard to get into a group of people, but for some reason, it just didn’t happen? You know you were just as good, if not better than some of the people in that group, but no matter what you did, you just weren’t noticed?
    Then suddenly, out of the blue, you’re recognized. Someone sends you the infamous letter, gives you the secret code, shows you the unmistakable signal, acts out the indescribable handshake, or whatever it is that lets you know you’ve made it.
    Finally, after all your hard work, you’ve been accepted!

    Yeah, that happened to me.

    I have been trying so hard here on Xanga to get recognized. I know, I know, it’s not about numbers and all that. But c’mon, who doesn’t want to belong to that prestigious group of Xangans to which TheTheologiansCafe, MyxlDove, TheBigShowAtUD, AlterEgo909, one_eared_batman, Simbathe2nd, My_HAT_is_older_than_you, and many, many more belong? But for some reason, I just wasn’t up to par.

    Until now.

    I’m not really sure what caused it. Why did it take so long? I’ve anxiously waited for my inbox to tell me I had finally arrived. But alas! my inbox would not yield the message. And so I remained desolate, undiscovered, and downhearted.

    You must know by now what I’m talking about. No, no, not the petty thing of getting featured, nor the esteemed rank of Top Blogs. Nay, not even a rec’ from Dan The Theologian.

    No, when I logged on today, I didn’t receive any of the afore mentioned honors; instead, my feedback log told me I had finally been counted worthy to obtain…

    The stalker message.

    Yes, I know what you’re thinking. “But how? How is it that the Xangan powers that be have graced you of all people with such a blessing?”
    I know, I know. I, too, had my doubts. So I clicked on the (1) next to the message inbox button. This is what my unbelieving eyes read:

    “My name`s Donna !!
    I really feel shy, but I`ve 2 say u, that you`r just so coool )… It was a wonder to detect ur page but nowadays I am sure it`s a fate))
    U are superman… but I know for sure that in your real life u`l impress me more and more:again and again!! ;)
    that`s incredible… but I`m from too!
    So… I`d like 2 become acquainted with u, Like_A_Tigah!
    This site does not accept all my images… :(
    so the most revealing photos I uploaded here: http://pieceoftrash/stupidnonexistingsite.org
    Like_A_Tigah, I think you`ll like them and will send me smth to start our challenge ))!!
    love you honey ))!!”

    Go ahead. Read it again. It’s really true. I have finally advanced to the next level of Xangadom.
    I can finally feel like I belong!

    Thank you, Donna. Thank you for seeing the “superman” in me. For believing that I am “just so coool.”
    Thank you, Fate, for detecting my page. Thank you for knowing that in real life, I could impress someone more and more: again and again, and that that fact is incredible.

    Thank you, my Xangan friends, for putting up with me!

    Have a good weekend!

October 18, 2009

  • Involved or Committed

    Jesse is the high school’s starting halfback. He loves football, but he’s not the star of the team, he’s just above average. He’s good-looking, smarter than their starting linebacker, but mostly just the average junior.
    Sarah plays the clarinet for the school marching band. She’s an exceptional clarinetist, but right now, that’s all she thinks she has going for her. She’s a pretty brunette, skinny, but not a bean pole, and it’s her junior year.This is only her second year at this school, so she is still considered a “new girl.”
    After a win for the football team, Sarah is invited by a friend to go to the party. Normally a shy girl, she started to decline, but after thinking about another boring night at home, she decided she would tag along. “Just for a little while,” she assured herself.
    She will never forget that party. That is where she met Jesse!
    And anyone could finish the rest of this story. Or, at least the Disney version. They fell in love, dated, and Jesse got into MSU (the best college for football, or course. ) and Sarah went there too because I’m sure they have a darn good clarinet class, and they ended up getting married and having 6 kids together. Yay!!!!
    But that’s Disney. Welcome to real life:
    They started dating. It actually worked out, too. All through their senior year, you barely saw one without the other. Jesse did get into college for football, but in the nearby, not-so-great one. Sarah just stuck with the community college. After their freshmen years, they decided they were ready. They got married.
    Fast forward a year or two. They share an apartment. They hardly ever have time for each other. No more romantic dinners, or surprise flowers. The apartment begins to seem too small. They start getting grumpy, bickering more often than not.
    Then, something happens. The apartment complex raises their prices, one of them loses their job, anything. And suddenly, they’ve fallen out of love. Before the five year mark, they’ve filed for divorce.
    “So what,” you say. “Just a relationship that didn’t work out. They’ll get over it.” Well, you’ve missed the point. At one time, these two loved each other. So much so that they took vows to stay with each other through anything Why is it that the first version of this story became so unbelievable.How did the second version, the “real life” one, become the norm for America?

    I believe it may be the result of the lack of commitment.

    Commitment may be defined as “the state or an instance of being obligated or emotionally impelled.” Some synonyms are “duty,” “must,” “need,” “ought,” “pledge,” “promise,” “responsibility,” and “vow.” A few antonyms are
    “broken promise,” or “denial.”
    It’s not a word you hear to much anymore.
    When you love someone, and I mean real love, the state of mind one, not the feeling, you are determined to stay with them no matter what. You are committed to a relationship with them.

    But there’s another word that’s replaced it. If not in word, than in deed.

    Involved is defined as ” being affected or implicated.” Synonyms: “complex,” “confusing,” “difficult,” and  “tangled.” Antonyms: “easy,” “simple,” and “uncomplicated.”

    How in the world did these two get mixed up?
    How many times do you hear statements like these:”Are you involved with anyone?” “Oh, I’m involved with ___” “Yeah, we’re dating, but it’s complicated.”
    Why would you want to use the word “involved” when referring to someone you supposedly love? “Being affected or implicated?” Sounds like something having to do with a crime!

    An old saying says “In a ham-and-egg breakfast, the chicken is involved, but the pig is committed.”

    I know, hoe cliche, the Christian doing a blog against divorce. But I’m going to steer this ship in a different direction.
    See, this priciple doesn’t apply to just marrige. It goes for everthing,
    Look at how many Xangans are leaving. At one time, they joined this site to do something they enjoyed, but a little trouble comes, an unexpected problem pops up, and they jump ship.
    What about education? How many people start out with a fire in their eye, ready to take on their dream, but when they realize how hard it’ll be, they just…stop.
    How about diets? Actually, we’re not gonna go there.
    But you get my point. Lack of committment in adults today is teaching kids that it it okay to give up. You can be lazy and quit, so long as life is easy. Just get involved in your programs. “committment” is to hard to spell anyway.

    Well, what about you? What are you committed to? Anything at all? Are you just involved with someone or something, too lazy or scared to step up to the plate? Or are you committed?

    Commitment unlocks the doors of imagination, allows vision, and gives us the ‘right stuff’ to turn our dreams into reality.

    There’s a difference between interest and commitment. When you’re interested in doing something, you do it only when circumstance permit. When you’re committed to something, you accept no excuses, only results.

    Commitment in the face of conflict produces character

    Unless commitment is made, there are only promises and hopes; but no plans

    The quality of a person’s life is in direct proportion to their commitment to excellence, regardless of their chosen field of endeavor.

    When work, commitment, and pleasure all become one and you reach that deep well where passion lives, nothing is impossible.



    (Quotes found at Thinkexist.com.)

October 10, 2009

  • Help!

    Hey everyone! It seems traffic around here has been picking up a lot recently, which makes me extremely happy. But ever since Simba’s guest post was featured by Revelife, I’ve been swamped! It seems every day I get a new idea for an amazing blog, but I never have enough time, especially since I’ve started a debate/fight with a kilt-wearing evolutionist. Which is okay, because I’m having fun. It’s just really time consuming.
    Anywho, I’m going to be gone til probably Saturday nightish. But sometime this weekend I plan on doing a good post. Or at least one worth reading. Hopefully. Problem: I don’t know what to do! So, I’m going to list the categories of all the ideas I have floating in my head and lying on my bedroom floor, and I need you guys to vote for whichever one I should do. I know, it’s sorta cliche, but it wouldn’t be used so much if it didn’t work, right?
    Here we are:

    Evolution vs Creation. (I know, used to much, right? But I’ve never done one, so that makes it different. Besides, I’m tired of evolutionists ducking answers. I get pretty heated over this stuff, so something like this might get epic!)

    A life principle. (It would be about commitment, or something along those lines. I’ve really been thinking about this one.)

    Finally, something about me. I’ve never really done anything personal, except for maybe “Thankful for Trials” a while back. If you vote for this category, maybe ask some questions about what you’d like to know about me. My family, childhood, anything.

    (edit)

    I am back! I still need help deciding on which to do! I’m deleting one of the choices though. I know, I should just listen to God, or my heart, or my mother, but life is kinda loud right now so it’s hard to hear anything that’s not said aloud, if you get my meaning.
    Anyway, even if you just do an enie-minie-minnie-mo thing, it would help!