September 28th

Matt emailed this to me today. It is freaky.

 

 

 

I'm famous!!!

Now that it's out in the open everyone will want to be my friend.

"Death is cool until you die."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JymN_LfrEZs&feature=player_embedded 

Esther is trying to make us do apartment bonding via Spartan Race. Even though after recently watching 300 I was all hyped about beating people up without a shirt on (Ahhh-woo!) this race is looks scary! I'm going to be Persian status getting owned by this Spartan race...

O well, it will be a glorious way to celebrate ending finals for the quarter!

"We are the descendants of those described. Our forefathers were given up to as brutish a service of the devil as any nation under the sun. It was therefore the work of infinite mercy that the day dawned on us, and that the 'day-spring from on high has visited us.' God might justly have left us to perish in the blindness and ignorance of our forefathers. But of his own will, and by his own powerful grace alone, he has 'translated us out of darkness into his marvelous light.' But the horrible ingratitude of men for the glorious light of the gospel, and the abuse of it, will bring on us his severe judgments." --Owen

September 20th

It has been a million years since I've posted a photo!!! Here is a nice back to school one.

 Why do I have bejeweled doorstops?

What else would they be used for but to prop my laptop up and keep it from overheating?

They're tacky and I love it.

This Just in...

"Just read that women in their 20s are 2xs as fertile as women in their 30s. Get it on."

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My sister texted this to me this morning....

Choose Wisely.

I don't think of myself as a picky person. I eat almost anything except lima beans and peas (I do however love love split pea soup). I don't really have a favorite color, movie, song, etc. I'm only really picky when it comes to my journals (even here I am getting a little more lax...take heart CCM boys! I am using the notebook from sisters' appreciation!) and pen point size (I have to say  0.5 is the best...anything less is too small). I don't have a favorite farm animal either. I just hate horses.

Lately dating and relationships have been hot topics (actually...when are they not???) but especially more so recently because of Mt. Hermon. Camp is infamous for being a big meat market (ok..camps is also known for other serious things...that I will blog about later...maybe). It has even accumulated different nicknames; Mt. Hormone, Meet-Her-Man, etc. There's "cabin time", "top three", "superficial top 3", and "blanket rules".

It's strange and hilarious watching little high school boys and girls chase after each other. Doing QTs in the same area, eating meals together, bombarding the craft table, sneaky creeper pictures, luring each other with stuffed animals...it is all very bizarre. More frightening than their weirdo game is how quickly the flirtatious behaviour begins. At the most they've met each other the year before and at the least they've known each other a few hours. It's nuts! How well do you really know that person? More than that are you even interested in them for the right reasons?

A month or so before camp I started listening to Rick Holland's "Biblical Femininity" series again. I always get owned in the face, man, I need to work on being a classy biblical lady. I think what stood out to me most this time around was the warning Rick Holland gave repeatedly throughout the first 2 messages. "Ladies, ladies! Choose wisely!"

Holland was preaching through 1 Peter 3 talking about submission and how women are called to submit to their "own husbands", meaning we get a choice in who we decide to submit to. So choose wisely!

The other day I ran into one of my sister's old kindergarten teachers at the mall. The last time I talked to this lady was in 4th grade. She was telling me about everything she'd been up to since then like teaching art classes at the school and getting a divorce. After over 15 years of marriage she ended things for various reasons that I wont disclose...but that guy was just not a nice man at all. After talking about what had happened and then sharing about how God had been gracious to her through it all, she looked at me and told me "choose wisely".

As girls, we like to think we have it the hardest. There's more effort that needs to be put in to looking presentable. We have to cram our feet into stilettos. We shave, pluck, wax and thread. We get a visit from "Aunt Flow" once a month. And when it comes to dating we are left powerless until some boy asks us to coffee. The waiting game is tough, but we aren't left completely powerless, if anything we have all the power in the world! (ok...maybe not the world) We have the power to graciously and kindly reject any invitations we receive.

 Who you submit to for the rest of your life is at stake, ladies. So be picky. Choose wisely. Don't be rustling your leaves at some guy just because he's attractive or even just because he's seemingly godly. Choose wisely. Don't rely just on emotions or feelings that can be false and fleeting. 

"In every date is a potential mate." 
Choose wisely.

Be a Lady Not a Tramp.

Back in high school when I would drive Allison around she'd always ask if we could go to Starbucks. When I would say yes she would say thanks. Thanks because I ended up paying for her drink! Every time. But now the tables have turned. She is the one working this summer (I miss the pool!!!). So today, I rode with her to get gas (driving with her is not as scary as driving with Kaity....) and I made her get me Starbucks. Woo hoo!!!

She also bought me this book a while back, lost it, and then finally gave it to me today. She told me it would help me dress better. I seriously thought she was going to give me this book:

Or this one:

Everyone says I dress like a mom...or that I look like one. My question is why are all of your mothers dressing like hot 21 year olds???

Really though, she got me this book:

 "Highlights include: How to dress sexy without looking like a skank; How to flirt without facing charges of cyber stalking; Which guy is good, which guy is bad, which guy is gay; The difference between dinner conversation and discussions you should only have with your gynecologist; How to navigate meals with plates that aren't paper and utensils that aren't plastic"

Apparently I need to say farewell to my trampy lifestyle and hello to the "CLASSY" life.

Juniors!

The Junior class is the best. Granted I might be a little biased...but I think it's true. I mean no one else can pull off "Z" like we can.

  April made her rounds to our class dropping off study food. What a nice girl! Sad she's leaving!!!! Why must you be smart and graduate a year early!? But man, look at the love in our class. So wonderful...and I am tired/cracked out enough to get a little teary...

Highway to Hell.

Motor vehicle accidents can be scary. Cars can overturn. Airbags deploy. Motorcycles skid across the pavement. Even when cars are going at a mere 30mph serious damage can be done.
I've been in accidents, seen accidents, and more recently I've been able to offer help. Kaity and I stopped to help this one couple when we were driving back from Irvine once. We learned that people do weird things when they are in shock. This week, I was on my way to volunteer at the hospital when I saw the cause for all the crazy traffic. This motorcycle was down in the far left lane. I didn't see any flashing lights-- no CHP, or fire department. Immediately, I flipped on my left blinker and made my way over while dialing 911. 
It's funny how quickly and easily I made the decision to go over and help. I wasn't worried that people might be looking at me crouching on the freeway. I didn't care that I looked all weird with my polo tucked into my kakis. It didn't matter what the person lying on the ground thought about me. It didn't matter who the person on the ground was. I didn't care that I might come off a little annoying saying, "Hi! I'm Tracy. I know first aid. Can I help you?" I knew I might not be prepared or capable of dealing with what might be wrong with motorcyclist, but I was still willing to go and try and help.
You know a life is on the line. So with heart pounding and hands a little shaky you go.

Why isn't my response to evangelism the same?


"...do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. rather fear him who can destroy both body and soul in hell." Matthew 10:28
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The lady got taken away by ambulance. The fire fighters came and slapped a c collar on her while I held her head and when they backboarded her I got to count it out! Weee!

I love firemen.

365 Days of Foto Fail.

I am really bad at keeping up with this photo blog thing. Freak. Here are some old ones. So old I don't even remember why and when I took them. Fail.

 Here's a picture of the back of a truck. I have no idea why I took this. I think it's in V-town aka self-named "Awesometown"

 This was from like...last month or something. I went to study in the Science Library in the study rooms. Someone put their boogers on the wall. I was going to die. This is a picture of the bigger darker ones.

Some people say that I have germaphobia, but I really don't think it's true. Carrying Lysol in your bag is a normal thing. All those little specks on the wall are boogers.

On Saturday, I got to hang out with most of my aunts and uncles. No cousins. I was the only child. BUT I was not the one who did this. It was my aunt.