new blog!

got a new blog - this one is switching solely to photography.

click here to see and follow my new blog!

me? getting married?

its true! who would have guessed! not me ---

now my name will be Tracy HILL and i will no longer have to deal with trying to write christiansen in cursive.....or accidentally writing merry christiansen! or tracy christmas when the holidays come around.

oh and i get to marry this guy..... he so cute. i like him.

just a 3am side note.....

technical difficulty:

turns out colors on Mac computers are different than on PC's

So if you're viewing my blog on a PC it probably looks very boring.....

oops! i'm sorry!

I just learned how to change the colors so hopefully soon it will look more visually appealing to all [23] of you viewers, well those of you without Mac's.

[which is also something sad that we may discuss later and i will convince you to convert to the apple world]

Also.......

i know i am not that professional of a photographer but hopefully i will get better

and in the mean time if anyone out there wants [cheap] photos of themselves, or their family, or their babies/kids, or their weddings, or mostly just anything that you want pictures of and are willing to pay me to take them.......

that'd be great! HIRE ME!

i have no set prices so pretty much anything you want to pay me at this point would be great.

i'm bored of my job and want something more fun to do

thanks and that is all.

oh my email address is on the side if you want to contact me.

school is dead to me

school is way too boring right now

and i have zero motivation to do anything, especially homework

mostly just because

i wish i were in africa with this boy

FISH EYE

art final. i don't draw good.

turns out i got into the BYU photo program.

imagine that....

so now what should i do?

frida j

this girl is way cool. i wish i had all of her clothes. check it outtttt

here & here

BLOGS.

BLOGS.
TAKE.
TOO.
MUCH.
TIME.

I.
DONT.
HAVE.
ANY.
TIME.
TO.
MAKE.
MY.
BLOG.
CUTE.

SO.
THEREFORE.
I.
DONT.
BLOG.

sorry!

Ich bin ein Berliner!!!

yes that actually means...i am a jelly doughnut. Not i am a berliner. You'd think thats what it means...but you would be wrong.



so here is my schedule:
7:30am - Wake up
8:00am - Leave to catch the train
8:30am - German for 5 year olds starts
1:00pm - SCHOOLS OUT!
1:00pm till 6-9pm -- Wander around Berlin --- Go to museums, eat chocolate, get crepes, buy some candy, go to H&M, get some ice cream, go see some sights, make dinner with friends
9:00pm - Facebook/Gmail/Blog/Homework/Shower
12:00pm - BEDTIME



My days are really cool, huh?

Germany has a smell. Sometimes its a good smell, and sometimes its a bad smell. But it has a specific smell. Kind of like delicious treats (crepes, ice cream, pastries...etc.) mixed with beer, smoke and possibly some pee.

A story about smelling:
The other night a group of us got together for dinner, we figured out that cooking for 7 people is a lot cheaper than cooking for 1. weird. So we made this German dish called (Rochletta??) or something like that....this meal includes potatoes, broccoli, onions, corn, carrots, ham and Cheese -- one of the smelliest cheese's your nostrils have ever smelled -- so we make this dinner and eat it. YUM! it was good.

We then go home via trains and buses. My friend David and I get on a U-Bohn and are just chatting away when we look around only to see everyone on the bus all of a sudden start freaking out and covering their noses -- people start coughing and spraying things and pulling out lotion, one guy even opens all the windows on the underground train. We look at each other confused wondering..."What is that smell? I don't smell anything...." We continue talking and blame the smell on a baby down the way from us who we think probably pooped its pants or something to that effect.

That was 3 days ago, and today I decided to wear the same black jeans I wore on Saturday. (Yea sorry i haven't done my laundry yet....i am too lazy and don't know how to work the machine) ANYWAY -- i'm sitting in class today and realize that my pants WREAK!!! like stinky cheese and all of a sudden it dawns on me, "WE WERE THE SMELLY ONES ON THE TRAIN!"





BEWARE OF STINKY CHEESE