I DON'T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT SCHOOL...

...let alone blog about it, but this is the ONE exception because IT'S OVER! well it's been over for awhile for me I'm just bloggin about it now.

anyways the rest of the blog is basically dedicated to IMELDA and our "glad" moment together. If you've seen "stewie: the untold story" then you know ALL about the glad game. If you don't go to imelda's xanga and check out the blog before her most recent blog for more details on the story. For now, here's my part of the glad game and the simple things that make me glad in no particular order...

The folded chips in a bag of chips, more specifically in a bag of dill pickle chips.

The huge chunks of oreo in an oreo mcflurry or oreo ice cream and the hunt for them.

Being home on a late night weeknight to be able to change into pjs and spend it with conan o'brian.

Having time to take a night shower as opposed to the typical morning shower where you're not awake enough to appreciate it. This is not supposed to sound suggestive.

A good ol' cambridge family party not celebrating anything in particular just a party with loads of free, deeelicious food.

A fresh, new, amazingly neon bright hi-liter for reading.

The first pencil stroke on a fresh piece of white, sketch book paper.

The view from my bedroom window of Cambridge on a sunny day or sunset.

So, those are the little things that make me glad like the plastic wrap ...And don't forget the God that gave them to me. So, what makes you glad??? haha. On another note, summer's started and wooohooo! what are the plans? well all i gotta say from the way the weather's going I'm gonna be as dark as a freakin orc by the end of it.

God bless and have an awesome summer

OH and i'm gonna miss the yorkies, thanks for the company on campus hope to see you next year! hope they're still my friends even without my meal card. haha

keepin it real...

courtesy of my monday class cancellation and a video my Tita Dory brought over:

A man that climbed Mt. Everest reached a range of about 6000 metres (I think) and found it to have seashells and fish bones scattered all over suggesting the past occurence of a worldwide flood. The Bible says that the flood of Noah's time reached the highest of mountain tops.

On Mt. Ararat, people have found old pieces of wood which is unexpected considering there is not a tree or any civilization for miles of the mountain. Additionally, satellite pictures of Mt. Ararat show a long wooden object frozen within it that many believe to be Noah's arc.

The image of the Lady of Guadalupe on a simple tunic is said to be a miracle work of art created by God. Scientists studied it and found the media used to create this picture is unknown and nothing like any other medium used in art in all of human history.

If you go to the place where the city of Sodom and Gomorah once existed, you will see what appears to be the shape of city structures covered in brimstone along with pieces of brimstone and sulfur all over the ground. The Bible says God punished the city by raining fire and brimstone upon it.

Google these words: the Incorruptible Saints, enough said.

A German nun had stigmatas I think for 36 years of her life and for those 36 years she did not eat or drink. She only received the Holy Eucharist daily.

In order for the Shroud of Turin to be a forgery of the middle ages, which was a rumour, one would have to have greatly accurate laser and ultra violet technology, technologies that did not exist until recently; and would have to have great knowledge and accuracy in Biblical history and anatomy to be able to include the direction of the blood flow and all his wounds from the lashings, to the piercings, and even to the side wound from the spear. All are included in the Shroud.

A miracle occurred where a Holy Host was transformed into what was said to be a piece of the actual heart of Jesus Christ. After scientists tested it they found it to be a real piece of flesh very much alive with a blood type of AB. Scientists also tested a blood sample from the Shroud of Turin and also found it to be type AB. So apparently, Jesus Christ is blood type AB.

It's funny how in this unspoken war of science vs. religion, there are those occasional instances where science makes our religion just that much more real. so yea Christians and yfc'ers, keep it real   

A series of unfortunate events...

It all started an early wednesday morn, when I slept at 4 AM in the morning. Then, I had to wake up somewhat early for mass making way for quite the 'duling' or 'out of it' day. So, after mass I had to head on over to the Visual Arts Department with some enquiries. Found out I had to fill out some forms and hand them in asap at the registrar's office, which is like on the outskirts of campus.

To summarize this part of the day, A LOT of walking looking for this office. I asked this girl for directions, they were COMPLETELY wrong. I give up and go to class. After class, I make my second attempt to find it after looking it up online. I find it, on literally the opposite end of the campus. Oh by the way, this whole time on my back was my mother huge backpack filled with my books and laptop, which all in all, makes me walk like a hunchback woman. So I find the building, now to look for that freaking drop box to drop off my forms. I look at the map and see that the office is on the second floor.

I have this agreement to myself to avoid using elevators here just so I get some exercise in since I don't work out at all! So all this walking plus flights of stairs plus backpack made me quite the exhausted bovine. I look at the elevator and see this woman come out of it and quickly jump in to hitch a ride telling myself, "screw the stairs and my agreement!"

well the rest of the story, my thoughts went something like this

"damn stairs I'm taking the elevator I deserve it."

*turn around press the 2 button. Doors shut. I then notice a little device by the door.

"what's that? It looks like those lock things for keycards , what is it doing in here? WAIT, do you need some kind of key card thing to use this elevator?  Will the doors not open unless you have a key card?!"

*elevator reaches second floor. Doors STAY CLOSED.

"Why aren't they opening? OH MY GOSH, they're not gonna open! THEY'RE NOT OPENING! I DON'T HAVE A KEY CARD! WHAT THE FREK DO I DO!?"

*start breathing heavily

"RACHEL YOU IDIOT! STOP BREATHING YOU'RE GONNA RUN OUT OF AIR! Who knows how long you'll be in here!  Oh my gosh and if I press the call button I'll look like an idiot going in some elevator I wasn't supposed to!"

*freaking out beyond belief and looking around frantically like a bird and putting my hands all over the walls of the elevator like some whacked up mime.

"omg omg omg, what do i do?! WHAT DO I DO?! I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE STAIRS!! "

*almost about to cry...when the elevator moves! and goes back to first floor. I anxiously wait completely still and silent praying to God that the doors will open. AND THEY OPEN! thank God!

I never knew how clastrophobic I was. From today on I vow to never take the elevator at York again, stairs all the way! Except in my dorm...I live on the fifth floor people!

all in all, twas a good and productive day.

they're hooked now ...

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"we're not trying to save the world here..."

once upon a time in the EAST...

we had our DELIVERANCE

and thank You for making new friends, the four frosy camp prep, kickass full-band jamming, small but amazing worships, late night talks, shadow puppets, intense musical chairs, intense tongues, kickass air bands, food creations like toast with butter, sugar, and chocolate powder; "HOKAY!," loud laughs and seductive faces; oversized jackets, "rachel was a desperate woman...," getting laughed at, a kickass service team, the ccy @ york, 8 amazing participants, and the strengthening of yfc @ yorku.

the patricia band, what geeks

Meanwhile, in the WEST

the people REJOICE

and thank You for reuniting of old friendships, safe drives there and back, last minute music ministry, suspenseful behind-the-blanket game, kickass group piano remixes, intense mafia, reunion of half of the communion of saints, playing in pitch black darkness, humbling screw-ups, unexpected solos, girls kicking ass in charades, "memento?," sleepovers, "TALI! TALI!," getting laughed at, indescent pictures, photo taking of separate programs and universities and being the only yorker/fine arts student; amazing service team, 2 awesome participants, and the strengthening of mac, laurier, and waterloo

the nursing crew, again, what geeks

...just trying to bring God into people's lives, one camp at a time.

moral: no matter how hard I try to leave it behind, God will always call me back to serve...I love it.

THE END

credits: maria and vanessa for the photos haha I'm such a photo punk