Thanksgiving Break 2013

Since I'm apparently way too tired and burned out to focus on homework, I thought I may as well write a little blog post about Thanksgiving Break! I got to drive down to warm, sunny, California for the break with my lovely roommate Alyssa to visit her family! It was a full house as her grandparents and her brother and his wife and their adorable little daughter Addie were also in town for the break! We got there on Wednesday night and Alyssa's wonderful mom had dinner waiting for us! She's the best. On Thanksgiving day, we ate our hearts out and then just relaxed! I also got to talk to the entire extended family on the phone! I am so excited to see everyone in just two more weeks! There's never a dull moment, that's for sure. Then, Alyssa's sister in-law talked us into venturing to Target, which opened for black Friday, which is now apparently Black Thursday at 8 pm. The line at the first Target we stopped at literally wound through the entire shopping center, so we ventured to SUPER Target instead. It was literally a madhouse. I only made one purchase because I was kind of a bit overwhelmed by it all. After two more shopping excursions on Friday, I managed to finish all of my Christmas shopping for my family! On Saturday, Alyssa and I spent the day in DISNEYLAND. We've literally been looking forward to this day in Disneyland all semester, and it surely did not disappoint! It was magical. The rides are just so fantastic and well done and we had so much fun! The park was all decorated for Christmas and it just made me so happy! At the end of the day, we got to see a Christmas-themed fireworks show and Fantasmic! On Sunday we went to church with Alyssa's family, and then we spent Monday driving back to Provo! We were greeted yesterday morning by snow on the ground, and I've spent the past two days pretty much ice skating to class and embarrassingly slipping and falling in front of many witnesses, so yes I miss warm, sunny, California very much! It was such a great break!

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