thanksgiving

After SEVEN hours in the car to get to Provo this evening, I am very grateful. (For those who don't know, the drive usually takes 3.5 hours) I am grateful because of these reasons:

1. Even though I had to swerve to avoid the truck and trailer, I managed to stay on the road.
2. Even though he didn't stay on the road, everyone was okay. The trailer just flipped.
3. I can now say I can drive in the snow.
4. I had good company in the car.
5. We met some nice people in Fillmore where we stopped for a bathroom break, with about 60 other cars.
6. I got to spend the weekend with my immediate family as well as extended family.
7. Ping pong tournament, frisbee, around-the-world ping pong, powergrid, harry potter, playing with kids, and food, food, food.
8. My roommates just made it back so we're all alive.

I'm glad to be safe and sound and am now going to bed.

Oh! Congrats to Kelsi and Emil and congrats to Tara and Trav!! :D

sore muscles.

You know when you have really sore muscles, but you aren't too upset about it because they are sore from doing something you love? That's how I am right now. I played almost 6 hours of ultimate frisbee yesterday. It was the league tournament. It was awesome. I love ultimate. It's such a great sport. I love it when you fake then sprint, leaving your defender in the dust, being set up perfectly for the frisbee. I love faking up, then sprinting toward the end zone, hearing someone yell, "UP!" and catching it in the end zone. Those don't happen often for me, but when they do, it is the greatest thing ever. I just love ultimate.

After the day of tournament in 40º partially snowing weather, I was FREEZING and sore. So, my roommates and I watched Toy Story 3! I love that movie. I think it's because I grew up with the Toy Story movies. The first one came out when I was about Andy's age in the movie, and the last one, where Andy goes to college was only two years after I went to college. So great. And now, I'm procrastinating my paper for English.

Weekends are my favorite.

my life, in picture form.

My life as of late:

Rachelle and I attempted to go to True Blue Football back in October. It was very rainy and cold, and we decided not to wait in the incredibly long line while the officials decided if it was okay for us to go in since there was lightning.

We went to the Cornbelly's corn maze! (minus Ashlie, who's taking the picture) It was super fun. There are better pictures but I haven't gotten them from Allie yet.

Girls night = lots of crazy pictures.

Halloween costume #1: hippie, barbie, and pippy longstocking.

This was for our ward dance party, it was SO fun!

Halloween costume #2: The road and road kill cat.

And finally, the popcorn adventure of Monday night. The finished product.

Hanna and I attempting to take a picture with the finished product. Self-portrait, obviously.

Shaking the popcorn covering it with peanut buttery-honey goodness.

Pouring the deliciousness. (Yes, I realize these are in backwards order, I don't know why that happens.)

Anyway, that is my life as of the last couple months. I finally uploaded pictures. This weekend will be pretty awesome. Basketball game, ultimate frisbee tournament, and playing tennis. Oh, and of course, procrastinating homework. :)

I am tired.

I am tired.

Tired of giving 150% and having it shoved back in my face saying, "Sorry Maren, you're still not good enough."

Tired of spending a very large chunk of time studying for a test.

Tired of spending Friday night in the testing center taking said test.

Tired of thinking I know 85% of the answers on this test as I am taking it.

Tired of looking at the blasted testing center screen and seeing that, evidently, that was not the case.

Tired of feeling completely worthless because, for some reason, I can't get above a C on a test in this freaking class.

I'm just tired.

Sometimes, when people tell you that you can't do something, it motivates you to try harder. Like, for instance, when Dr. Wilcox informed me that I would never succeed in the field of Genetics. It just made me want to prove him wrong. (which I do everyday when I walk past him in the hall at work) But, when you work your BUTTOCKS off, understand EVERYTHING, take a test and think you did decently, and then you see the score and it's CRAP. What is wrong with me. I hate this man's tests. He is out to trick you. Bah.

I apologize for the extreme frustration and negativity.