I'm lazy. Go look at my other blog.

"chRistie has gone away to do homework. Don't try to come after her. It's like Frodo in the Lord of things... except don't be Sam. And don't try to carry me. This is not the end... there is another path we all must take... to a secret location of homework completion. Peace. ♥ C"
 

The quotation above is quoted directly from a message that I wrote on my whiteboard before I left to do homework at Starbucks this evening. One, it is now 1:09 am. Two, I did not realize until after I returned at approximately 11:30 pm that what I wrote did not make much sense at all. At this point in the semester, I have a very large number of assignments left to complete. I have five assignments that I must have completed by tomorrow, plus a very stressful paper draft to write by Wednesday afternoon.

I am a very, very happy person; however, I am (underneath the surface?) very, very stressed. Nevertheless, and most importantly, God is sustaining me. That is the only reason I am still breathing right now, and am not curled up in a ball on the floor weeping. Now I must return to reality and the writing of yet another paper. Wahoo!

Love, chRistie

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Currently Reading The Pilgrim's Regress: An Allegorical Apology for Christianity Reason and Romanticism By C. S. Lewis see related

Oops?

Two months later, here is my (significantly insubstantial) blog update. I apologize if anyone doubted whether or not I was still living, but things have indeed been quite chaotic. I have had many an adventure in the past two months, some of which include seeing the Vans Warped Tour at the Gorge Amphitheatre (teenage dream = fulfilled), and driving down to Oregon for a few days to celebrate the nuptials of two great friends. Innumerable other fun activities occurred, but these beg to be explained in person.

As of today, I have now been moved out of my lovely basement suite for a couple of weeks, back at TWU for Student Leadership Orientation Week and Orientation Week. I absolutely love my job as SOS coordinator, am extremely elated to be living on campus again, and cannot wait to fully immerse my self in the world of academe again. As much as I dread homework, and the many late nights that will undoubtedly ensue, I am incomprehensibly excited for my senior year at Trinity Western University.

Friends? God is amazing.

I am so blessed.

Photo montage anyone? Done and done. :)

Post-mini-golfing fun gangster photo op.

(NB: Notice my Aldo bag? Yeah, I'm so bad.)

Twenty-first birthday celebrations obviously call for limo rentals.

(Sarah, you are a beautiful woman.)

Oh The Fray. Oh Deer Lake Park. Oh Summer

Celebration of Light? Symphony of Fire? Fun fireworks excursion.

Beautiful ladies, beautiful wedding, beautiful life.

Ultimate cheese.
(This is what happens when everyone starts dating at the same time.)

Two of my favourite SOS coordinator co-workers.
(Sigh. Goodbye red shirt... I shall miss thee.)

Four years and finally a Banana Challenge champion!

Okay. I give up. Find me or give me a call or something if you feel you require more details of the life of Christie. I love you all--you're fabulous. And hey, my apologies if spacing is weird... I still don't understand blogger and all of its intricacies.

Love, Christie

I love summer.

Although technically speaking, my 'summer holiday' began more than two months ago, I would argue that the fun is only beginning. I am still hopelessly in love with my job working as a (mock if you must) Success Coach at TWU, procrastinating finishing summer course work, and spending much time with my amazing friends. This weekend in particular stands out as a memorable one, simply because it seemed like a long weekend even though I had the regular Friday evening to Monday morning work-free. But anyway... on with the details and such.

 

After work on Friday, I checked off another important thing on my "to do" list of life: I went to a major sports event. My lovely boyfriend Graeme and I took the sky train (NB: In my brain, the sky train is synonymous with The Jetsons) to BC Place and watched the BC Lions' home opener against the Edmonton Eskimos. I will readily admit that I am not a very sporty girl; however, watching sports is an entirely different story... especially football and hockey because of my small-town experiences. But even more enjoyable than the game itself was watching the hilariously dedicated football fans around us. I can be pretty dedicated, but I don't know if I'd ever wear a football on my head.

Having returned from the football game via sky train (and realizing that it is much easier to ride a very full sky train with one's boyfriend because holding hands to avoid falling down isn't awkward) at a very late hour, my friend Chelsea and I headed to sleep. After having some glorious sleep in time, doing some laundry, and cleaning my house, Chelsea, Rose and I got pretty and had some quality girl time, and then proceeded along with my beautiful roommate Sarah to go to Vancouver to celebrate our friend Amy's birthday.

Post-getting lost, hating parallel parking and waiting for what seemed like an eternity to get into our restaurant, we spent a glorious hour or two eating what I call 'man pizza' and polishing up our gangster moves. As Liz would say, we were 'straight thuggin'. Thug adventures continued on Kitsilano beach where we encountered a very wet and droppy ocean on the Vancouver coast, and then we rolled out with happy hearts and sandy feet to the home we know as Langley.

 

Come Sunday, Sarah, Chelsea, Conner, Graeme and I went to church at Parkside (as per regular), and then grabbed some lunch. My lovely Sarah headed off to work as she does seven days a week, and the four of us headed to Cypress Provincial Park to climb a mountain. Despite the warm weather (hence the shirtlessness of the male-types), snow was still very present on Mount Cypress, yet will still managed to reach the summit with relative (?) ease. Props to Chelsea for being the biggest trooper I know and hiking in flip flops. Most memorable = our descent, which ended up being more of a punctuated slide downhill than a standard return hike. I have discovered that a) boys have better balance than girls, b) falling is easier on snow than on rocks, and c) that pants grow longer when wet.

That's it, that's all... that's my weekend. The rest of my upcoming time will be consumed by work and then the remaining summer adventures that simply must be completed (aka: camping, movie marathons, kite flying, et cetera). Despite all of the many difficulties that go unmentioned in this lovely blog o'mine, I am so happy and so incredibly blessed to be where I am in my life... its just mind-boggling.

NB: Football Adventure night coincided with Christie and Graeme Have Been Dating For Four Months night. Sweet.

Indescribable!

I cannot even begin to explain how excited I am about the release of this EP. Cannot. Even. Explain. Last summer, I went through a stage of full out obsession with these Swedish musicians of brilliance, listening to Silence literally every day from May until September. And now, having set the glorious album aside for a number of months, I was greeted with a wonderful message courtesy of MySpace alerting me to the JOY that is The Black Rose EP.

If you haven't heard any of Blindside's musical stylings, please change that.

I started listening to Blindside in my first year of university, having acquired what were then their two most recent albums (Silence and About A Burning Fire respectively) from a couple of friends in the dorm. Largely, I paid little attention to the albums... hard rock-screamo-emo-hardcore WHATEVER wasn't really my style. But things changed? Quickly? I bought their last album The Great Depression when it was released, obsessed a little, and then quickly educated myself in the works of what is now, hands down, my favourite band. Of all time.

Blindside has been a band for almost fourteen years. Five full-length albums, an EP and two re-releases later, they return. I am like a CHILD! I am so excited... excited beyond comprehension. One of my life goals is to see Blindside in concert, and I will legitimately travel overseas to do so if it is necessary. [Yes. I'm aware. I'm crazy.] When (if?) I get a tattoo this summer, it will read "remember every word," which happens to be a portion of the lyrics from one of Blindside's songs that has spoken into my life in the past four years.

I have no articulate words with which to properly express how much I really do love and respect this band. So, now, I'm going to stop blathering like eleven-year-old me would have over *Nsync. Buy the EP. June 27th. Its going to be a happy day for me.

Receiving this musical notification drastically changed my not-so-happy disposition. Hoorah.

Love, Christie

PS: I'm still cheating. This post as originally posted at http://christie-across-the-stars.blogspot.com/

Lacking updates.

Life is not about toning down and repressing your God-given life force. It’s about channeling it and focusing it and turning it loose on something beautiful, something pure and true and good, something that connects you with God, with others, with the world.

What do you want more?

How can you make your life about that so that you won’t be tempted to give in to this?

To make a very long story short, I just finished (voraciously) reading Rob Bell's newest composition, Sex God: Exploring the Endless Connections Between Sexuality and Spirituality, and I highly reccommend it. The necessity of sleep does not permit my divulging my many frustrations in regards to the evangelical Christian fear of sexuality; however, let it be known that said frustration most undoubtedly does exist.

Moral of the story? An unwillingness to openly discuss important issues drives. me. bananas.

Love, Christie

PS: I'm kind of a Xanga traitor: http://christie-across-the-stars.blogspot.com/ Oopsie.