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Name: Peach Smoothie
Gender: Female
Interests: Books. Traveling. Eating. Reading. Enjoying my family. Having a good deep laugh with my friends. Being carefree.
Expertise: I have no expertise. I dabble in things here or there, but really I have no time to become great at one thing in paticular.
Occupation: Nanny
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Member Since:
4/8/2003
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| To start with, let me confess a few of my crazy fears: *The Ocean - I discovered this while watching Happy Feet. Happy Feet you say? Why that's a kid movie. How could you be scared of something in a kids movie? Well, there is this freaky underwater scene where the penguin is being chased by a big Lion seal or something, and it just creeps me out. I guess it's the fear of the unknown. In the deep ocean we have no idea what lurks below it's mighty waves. *Shots - Some of you know this already, but shots really really freak me out. Sure it's just a "pinch", but the waiting for the pinch, and the thought of it hurting more than they say scares me. I am a baby, but they make me cry. Now you all know. If you ever want to get a secret out of me you don't need to threaten to burn down my house or throw me from a really really high building, just threaten to inject me with something. I can guarantee you that the secret will no longer be a secret anymore. But I digress, moving on... The sermon on Sunday really struck me. Pastor Bruce talked about how Christ is the surgeon, but he also made a point that the church eats its own. We tend to look at others and measure how good we are by them. Say, if I am a nicer person than so or so, then I'm probably okay. Yet, that it not the way God wants us to measure ourselves at all. We are supposed to be measured by Him, and when we look at that it's like, "woah, I am not doing so good." This came at just the right time for me. For too long I have measured myself against other people. This reminder has brought me back to reality, the reality of I am a sinner, and that's it. There is no half way point. I am the whole package. I lie, cheat, dishonor my parents and friends, and act up on a regular basis. But God still wants me. Me, the sinner of all sinners. What a thought. What a reality. But God wanting me sure makes sleeping easier at night. In conclusion, that is what I have been thinking about lately, plus other stuff. But that other stuff is material for another post another time. | | |
| Below is the bio about me, Julia Kelly Bigelow the fourth, which will appear in a graduation pamphlet. This pamphlet, or program, will be handed to family members, guests, and random strangers who are attending the very talked about Cornerstone graduation. When handed to them, they will know that my bio was written from my heart. Every word I say is a part of who I am, and when those people read it they will weep tears of joy, they will write movies about it, they will sing songs that express the emotions they are feeling, they will perform an interpretive dance... and then they will readily dispose of it in a trashcan or even the bottom of their car. Yes, I am that important. Using the words of many a graduated senior before me, I would like to say… It’s about time!!! High school has been a trying yet fulfilling experience for me, although not a particular four years of my life that I would like to repeat during my short lifetime. Through the ups and downs Cornerstone has given me, I have come to a greater understanding of silly poems with Mrs. Herndon and an excitement for dead people with Colonel Holmes. Another nugget of wisdom I have come upon is this: procrastination does in fact work in the “real world”. Side affects to procrastination include and are not limited to irritability, weariness, bad grades, dozing during class and hallucinations. Aside from Cornerstone being my life for many years, I enjoy taking arduous classes at the celebrated Anne Arundel Community College, from which I am striving to obtain an associates degree within the next year. My hopeful plans after that are a bit hazy and unorganized due to my plans not necessarily being what God wants for me. I do know that whatever path I am set upon I will always have love, support, and some occasional sarcasm from my dear family. For fear that I will sound emotional and sentimental, I will not go into to many details about how much my family really means to me. Their laughter from a stupid joke will make me smile any day, and the time we spend arguing around the dinner table will always be fondly remembered. Every single member of my family has a special place in my heart. A few of my dreams are as follows: traveling everywhere, experiencing the Olympics as a volunteer or spectator, actually reading all the books I own, learning to snowboard, and spreading the Gospel to those who have not yet heard it. To conclude this short and vague blurb about my life I would like you all ask yourselves this question… who would win in a fight? Chuck Norris or Jack Bauer? | | |
| Signs that finals are ridiculous, taxing, and simply to much to handle... 1. You have not been able to find time to shower because you are so busy studying. 2. You plan to kill a family member so you can skip finals because of an "emergency in the family." 3. You no longer have time to sleep. 4. Either you gorge yourself, or food is no longer in the dictionary. 5. You start to see visions of Alfred the talking weasel who tells you that Lyndon B. Johnson was the President who really freed the slaves, and you believe him. 6. If you go to Community College you start to sleep and live in your car so as not to waste time traveling to and from home. 7. Waking up with keyboard print on your face is normal. | | |
| Wow. I really miss Romania. | | |
| When God first whispered Botswana in my ear I doubted. I thought, "this can't be from God. I'm only thinking of Africa because I want to go there." When God whispered Botswana in my ear the second time I thought, "maybe he is calling me." When God whispered Botswana in my ear the third time, I thought, "next summer will be far different from what I ever imagined or hoped." Who am I to ignore Gods calling? There is no question of whether I want to go or not, I am called...  Who can ignore this?  Praise the Lord for his mighty provision! I have already been accepted on the trip. For one month I will be living in the bush with lions and elephants sharing Christ with families who live in huts. For one month I will be holding and loving orphans who lost their parents to AIDS. For two months I will be breathing African air. God has called me, and I have answered... | | |
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