A Well Needed Update...On Ice!

Well, I survived my ridiculous load of homework this week, so I guess this means that I need to stay true to my promise and provide a well needed update of what has been going on in my life lately.

At the request of Mom, Kassie, my roommates, and everyone else familiar with my non-social tendencies, I have been attempting to attend almost every major ward activity this semester, one of which was the ward Halloween party, which actually took place the Monday before Halloween (we've already established that I'm really far behind in my postings). Unfortunately, dressing up for the activity (I was a pirate...I know, so original) was more fun than the activity itself, but I did get some good pictures of my roommates and various other members of the ward attempting to play twister. These may even be blackmail worthy.

The most recent ward activity was on Friday and took place at the local ice skating rink. Honestly, I don't care much for ice skating and about fifteen minutes and one embarrassing fall after the activity started, called it quits and spent the rest of the evening sitting on the benches with my roommates where we enjoyed drinking hot chocolate and laughing at various members of the ward "attempting" to skate. I have to say though, I don't know why leaders keep insisting on having these ice skating events because, without fail, someone ends up being stupid and then has to go to the emergency room. Last year, a boy fell and had to get several stitches in his head. This years lucky victim, after racing with one of his pals, crashed into the barrier and broke his leg (don't worry, he's fine). People never learn.

My lovely roommates and myself playing with the camera to pass the time. Anna couldn't skate due to an ankle injury and Becky, like me, just doesn't skate.

I don't remember this guy's name, but I just thought it was awesome that he wore a helmet.

Ice skating is really just another excuse for guys to grab each other without having their masculinity questioned.

Here is the proof that I at least attempted to ice skate. I have to admit, however, that the only reason why I even got on the ice in the first place was because of *sigh* a boy (this is Scott, by the way).