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

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