Guess Who's Driving Home!?!?!

MORGAN IS!!!!!

So basically it's 6 months and 17 days late but I got my permit!!!!

I really didn't study like I was supposed to... I just did a few practice tests and flipped through the handbook. But as long as you have common sense (along with a good sense of how far away 50ft  to 300ft is) I think you could pass not a problem!

I passed my very first try!!!! But barely, I got an 80% which means if I missed one more question I would've failed.... Except during the test when I went back to check over my answers I changed three of them and if I hadn't changed them I would've only missed one question (or maybe I would've gotten 100%, I really don't know) but I was like, "ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!?!?!" But whatevs, I mean I did PASS!!!!

And some how I managed to find time to take the test in the midst of finals. How? I have no idea!!!
So sorry teachers if I fail your final, don't take it personally.

After the test and everything I was like, "Mom pleaseeeeee let me drive home!!!" And guess what I did?!?! I drove home!!! (At least partially home, my mom and I switched spots when we got to the highway because I really didn't wanna die my first day with my permit...)

I guess now I just have to learn how to not die while driving and hopefully not procrastinate getting my license as much as I did my permit!

I recommend staying off the roads!

This girl is!!!

 😀👍🚗🚕

🚜🚦🚔⛽

Things My Track Team Has Taught Me

The one and only Madison Carr got a hold of my computer and left the Internet a lovely message about how I am no longer going to Camp Daggett so I can stalk her. But let's face it, why in the world would I trade anything for my precious Camp Daggett? If you know, please tell me.

You may remember last week I told you how I was spending the weekend in the one and only Vernal. Well I realized I never told you why.

Basically I made the region team for track!! But you know I don't run, like at all, so I made it for the throwing portion of track & field. 

And I wasn't sitting around doing nothing all day as much as I thought I would. But that's not including the three hour bus ride both ways. That was a lot of sitting on my butt with nothing to do! And on the bus ride back we only had one bus for EVERYONE because EVERYONE made finals and the coached didn't plan on EVERYONE making finals. So this caused me to have to share a seat... at least I was with Lane.

Did I mention we were region champs for girls and boys?
Yeah, girls only beat Morgan High School by 1 point, that's
one 6th place Park City person instead of a Morgan person.

Speaking of the devil...

What?

I didn't say anything.

Lane's Jesus, I think you misread.

Anyways, she made it for long jump and she totally crushed the competition! I only got to watch her first jumps and I didn't get see her compete in finals, sadly.☹She did FANTASTIC! She reached her goal of fourteen feet for the season and she got sixth! Which means she was on that podium!!

Me?

Pshhh.

I know you don't care.

But since you asked, I didn't podium at all or make finals (except in javelin I was only one person away from making finals and I was like ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!) But I threw a personal record in javelin & shot put; Discus sucked but only because my coach didn't tell me I was throwing that until the day of so I hadn't practiced it in about two weeks.

Enough of this boring results stuff, on to the fun stuff.

So if you click the read more button,⬇ you can find out what my "throwing team" has taught me. (And you can see more pictures than you would ever want to see.)



What The Throwing Weirdos Have Taught Me

Disclaimer: You should know that to them, I'm not Morgan, I'm Beds. Exactly. Just like a bed that you sleep in.

This name came about by the wonderful Kambridge. The first week of practice I had cornrows still and lots of beads. And she couldn't pronounce beads so I became Beds.

I Hurt Myself A Lot

Wether it's getting almost knocked out by sprinters, randomly having my legs begin to bleed, always tripping, getting scratches or slamming my fingers in car doors, no one likes to point these things out to me more than these monkeys.

I Don't Talk Very Much

I really thought I talk quiet a bit but apparently I don't. I guess I just didn't have anything to say and at first I didn't really know any of them, so I just kinda kept to myself.

And here are moments that I remember that the topic of me not talking came up:

"Beds would be most likely to be the sociopath out of the group. She just always there, never talking, just observing and watching, plotting her revenge on all of us."

"You're so quiet compared to the other Freshman." (Let me point out the other freshman were Brody and Eli who are the most outgoing social butterflies you'll ever meet.)

I was asked many times, "Why are you so quiet?"

"Woah. She speaks!"

"What do you mean she doesn't talk? Morgan talks, you just have to talk to her and she'll respond, at least most of the time."

"Morgan's like a little sassy no talking person. She hardly talks but when she does, she's sassier than my twelve-year-old sister."

So, yeah.

Every Time I Throw, I Stick Out My Tongue

I can actually thank my mom for pointing this one out for me. No better way to prove to you by showing you.

Double chins and stickin' out the tongue is the only way
to throw far

How Normal People Dance

It was the week of Prom and everyone was exchanging dance moves (each out coach) and I was just kinda standing there awkwardly and then of course they made sure I learned all of them too for future reference.

I'm Stronger Than I Think

It was one track meet at Wasatch and Lane had her spikes on so I carried her up to the top of the bleachers to our stuff and it really was no big deal, Lane's as light as a feather. But coach Herr was in AWE that I carried her up the stairs bridal style and just set her down and was like "Humph no big deal." So the next day at practice he was telling EVERY SINGLE coach that I had carried her up the stairs. And he was like, "How come you aren't throwing that shot put at fifty feet? I think you're a lot stronger than you think. You just have to know in your head, that the shot put isn't heavy and put all the muscle you have into it."

We had to lift everyday after practice and I just didn't realize that I could add more weight. During each thing we had to do, everyone was like "Com'n Beds! Add more weight!!" One day when we had to lunges, I started with a 45 pound bar and by the last set I had an 80 pound bar on my back.

Tanner Than I Realize

Every meet we went, tons of people would ask, "Where'd you go? You're so tan!!" And my response, "Oh I just tan easily." And then they rant on forever about how lucky I am and they wish they had my skin blah blah blah.

Then there's Tressa who ALWAYS has sunscreen with her and is so worried she's gonna burn when it snowing.

How To Get Rid Of A Dead Body

If you've ever heard or been apart of a conversation with Tressa and Kambridge, then you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Wether it's getting rid of the evidence through a bathtub full of chemicals, making the body parts into dolls, eating the body or selling the parts on EBay, they have thought of every way possible.

They also gave me many clever ideas of how to make the body a dead body. The most disturbing part was about how elaborate the plans were, so if you ever need anyone to go bye-bye, just contact these two.

Along with their prank they plan to pull on the school, to fill the sprinkler system with blood then pull the fire alarm and blood will be spurting everywhere and they'd be in pure bliss.

I'm Short

Like I didn't already know that, but thanks for pointing it out.

I Wanna Actually Be Able To Play My Ukulele

At the region track meet there was this kid who was playing his ukulele and he had literally his whole team singing along with him. (And I was so determined to become his best friend, but that never happened.) It seemed like literally the perfect experience, they all seemed to happy and having fun. I want that to happen with my ukulele, everyone singing along, having fun and everyone's just happy.

So here's what you came here for, the pictures:

To hot to handle

Single as a Pringle and ready to mingle

We're cute

So Madison deleted the cutest picture of her ever laughing
in the rain off my phone and I have no way to get it back
so here's another picture of her and Madi laughing, but it's
not as good. Shame on you Madison.

It's a tradition for Lane and I to take a picture with the Union
sign and I zoomed in on her face, and isn't she beautiful!?!

I like this one because I have so much concentration on my
face and I'm not sticking out my tongue.

Trying to keep warm

Holy Hair

Do you know what today is?

MONDAY!!!

and...

CINCO DE MAYO!!!

and do you know what that means??

TACOS FOR DINNER!!!!

(↑one of my all time favorite meals ↑)

and do you know what yesterday was??

MAY THE FORTH!!! (...be with you)

and do you know what tomorrow is?

NATIONAL TOURIST APPRECIATION DAY!!

(So when you see an obnoxious tourist just give them a big hug, thank them, walk away and give them no explanation as to why.) 

Now moving onto the point of this post. (No it wasn't just to inform you about holidays, sorry.)

You may not remember this, but when I went on a cruise in February, I came back with corn rows. Fifty-two of them. (At least I think, I can't remember exactly how many.)

So I had the corn rows in for about a week. And they were driving me crazyyyyyyyyy. I may have complained to you about how much they hurt & itched. (Boys you wouldn't understand.) But you know that feeling when your hair has been in a pony tail for WAYYYYYY to long? Well it felt like that. But hundreds of them all over my head.

So the process of taking them out was about two hours....

I had taken off all the beads and rubber-bands first, but the braids didn't just unravel themselves, they stayed in place. Great. So I had to take them apart one by one. I was only halfway through the process of taking them out when I had gone over to Lane's, so she had to help me take them out.

Let me tell you, my hair was the definition of disgusting. It felt like old fringed yarn and my hair was just falling out!! (Because you loose between 50 - 100 strands of hair a day and for a week none of that fell out so... that's why.) So here are some beautiful pictures of this hair due...

BEFORE

Gettin' the hair braided

I felt like an alien/avatar with the braids.

AFTER

Look at those tiny tiny tiny waves

The wise words of Lane

Our band name is Pink Fluffy Unicorns

The picture doesn't even show how much
poof there was

OHMYGOD MORGAN YOU'RE SO TAN

Before I even begin, let me just say... 

I GOT A UKUELE!!!! I CAN NOT CONTAIN MY EXCITMENT! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY FOR TOO LONG!!!! IT'S SO MAJESTIC AND BEAUTIFUL AND JUST SO HAPPY SOUNDING!!! (I just called my ukulele an it!! Scratch that! My ukulele is anything but an it! A he or a she? I haven't decided yet... and I can't decide on a name. I want it to be something Hawaiian cause it is a ukulele after all! But nothing has me like, "OHMYGOD YES! THAT'S THE PERFECT NAME!!) And yes I actually can play it!                       To some extent...

And let's just take a moment and rejoice, ONLY 31 DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT!!! 

So as you know, or may not know, last week was spring break. And I don't want to bore you to death with what I did step by step, minute for minute, millisecond for millisecond but I really have no other option here. Like do you really want to know what I pack? (We all know it's clothes and that's about it. No entertainment need. I got this thing in my head called a brain. Ever heard of it? Probably not because most people don't have one, I'm one of the lucky ones. But my brain can entertain me for a longgggg time. No knowing what will pop in and out of this head of mine.) 

Isn't this the truth!
Image credit & here too

Spring Break (Urban Dictionary definition): So there were lots of interesting definitions... But here's the one that speaks the most truth with not as much detail as some of them... "A time of year usually during late March or early April where high school and college kids have an excuse to party and get drunk. it also gives an excuse to hook up with anyone and everyone, no matter who you have back home." Words related to Spring Break: vacation, party, drunk, beach, girls gone wild, college, and lots of word I'm not going to type on a school computer. 

^ I have not experienced a Spring Break any where near that person's expectations.

So I know all of you really want to know what Morgan did over break. And I know this because if you are reading this you are either a. stalking my blog b. want to know more about me c. my mom d. some creepy old man on the Internet e. some reason I can't think of at this particular moment in time

It is indeed your lucky day. Here is what I did over break. *Applause* But don't work I included my wonderful sarcasm and thoughts of mine. So no need to worry, it will keep you from falling asleep.

So the first few days weren't that exciting, I slept, ate, slept some more, watched some TV, ate some food, did some community service, hit my head REALLY hard so then I read for the next few days in darkness possibly ruining my vision (but not really), and that basically sums it up.

But then...

On Wednesday we left to go camping at Quail Creek State Park after I went to the Orthodontist. (This time he said it’ll be a few more months because last time he screwed up and allowed this gap to occur between my two front teeth and I’m just sitting there all happy and understanding but on the inside I’m like, WELL WHY DID YOU SCREW IT UP!?!?! YOU SAID I MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN THEM OFF NOW! THANKS A LOT!) Then while my teeth were in pain from this stupid power chain I had to sit in the car for six hours and the worst part, I wasn’t able to eat anything. Thanks orthodontist. 

Swimmin' in the river

Guess what I had to do the first day there? Biking. Oh what joy. And the best part, it was down-hill single track. Yay! (That whole last section just imagine so much sarcasm you want to punch me in the face.) But Morgan, at least it’s downhill! Wrong! Remember the last time I did intense down hill? No well you obviously have a horrible memory or you never read that post.... This just got awkward for all of us. 

Biking ended up being worth it but only because I swam in a river afterwards and it was totally awesome but of course I was the tester to see how cold & deep the water was. So I jumped in from this rock expecting it to be super deep so I went all the way under but then I stood up and it wasn’t even to my waste. I was like “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!” Oh and I also got ice cream! Which was the only reason I agreed to bike in the first place. 

The next day we hiked Angel’s Landing in Zion National Park and my first thought was, Wow! this would be a perfect spot for an episode of Pretty Little Liars because A could try and push one of them off and it would be super intense but they get away (like always) sprinting down Walter’s Wiggles and one of them trips and falls and yeah...

And my second thought while climbing the death wish, Ew! How many people have touched these chains! GERMSSSS! That little boy up there probably just picked his nose and wiped it all over this and that dad didn't wash his hands after using the port-a-potty. 

Look at that view...! Not the rocks you dumbo! Those two
sexy people front & center!

Anywaysssss... this wasn’t my first time doing this hike. I’ve done it before when I was younger once just to Boy Scout Landing and then in sixth grade, I did the whole hike even the part with the sheer cliffs. And if you ever have the opportunity, definitely do this hike, even if you are afraid of heights. Perfect chance to over come that fear!

But when we were hiking up I over heard a conversation between a little boy and who I believe was his dad. The little one said, “When you were standing on the edge of the rock taking a picture I had an urge to push you off.” The dad appeared kinda sad but in a cherry voice he asked, “Why is that?” “I don’t know.” The little boy answered. The dad responded, “Sometimes I have that urge to. But the good thing is that we both controlled it and didn’t push anyone off the cliff.” The little boy seemed content and said, “I’m glad you didn’t push me off.” “Me too.” said el padre. What a nice father    son bonding moment. 

‘Twas the next morning and Morgan was up because the sun was awake which means she’s awake. And everyone else was asleep so instead of building a snowman (1. there was no snow 2. she doesn’t have a sister with magical powers) so she read. All morning. She read the book from 1/4 of the way done to every single page at the end. Even those boring awknoledgements. Then she went paddle boarding and thought some very deep thoughts. Thoughts that were so deep she can’t even accept the fact they were thought in her own brain. Deep like questioning the meaning of life deep, and questioning every human reaction like fear, happiness and sadness. Some revoloving around the reactions of other people at Angels Landing. So if you want to here all the super deep stuff, just vote on the poll to the right and maybe you’ll get to hear it. 

After paddle boarding we went to the Red Cliffs (Red Reef Trail) and it was red cliffs with some water in the area but still totally awesome! And once again, guess who was the tester? Yours truly. 

     I was the first to go into the pools (to make sure the water wasn't too cold because it won't matter 
     if Morgan freezes over and can't swim out) along with the job to see how deep they were. 

     So there was this really steep slide and I went first. To make sure there was no rock in the water 
     where Tyler could potentially hurt himself, don't worry about Morgan. 

     There was like a seven foot cliff to jump into one of the pools, and I was first. 

Tyler jumping off the cliff, selfie with the fam, and T-Fish sliding down the slide

But we all know the real reason Morgan was the first to do all of this, she's anything but chicken, she's a dare devil. *Dramatic slow motion wink*

So I’m currently writing this on the car ride home. What? Morgan, how are you doing that without Internet? Well, let me tell you. I’m smarter than the Internet, I’m writing on a Pages document. *Mind blown!!* But the whole reason I mentioned that is because I can NOT sit any longer!!! My butt is about to fall off!!! And now my pathetic dog Zac is up on the seats taking up all the space and is big fat head is on my leg so now that leg has fallen asleep and he’s asleep and isn’t waking up so now my butt and leg are in pain. This is just fantastic. And I have to sit here for another three hours. Yay!

Apparently I make a fantastic pillow 

So hopefully I’ll get home soon enough to study for that AP vocab test I have tomorrow (first period) that I completely forgot about. And of course I left my text book at home so I’m kinda screwed... Wish me luck!

Thanks for reading and I hope to see you next week on Let's See What Boring Stuff Morgan Did This Week!

Adios!

P.S. You should check out my last blog post because it now as a new and improved totally rad video Molly and I made about being bored. Enjoy! :)

Oh and totally 100% forgot. That title... Yeah I really couldn't think of a clever title so I came up with that because it's my response from literally everyone.

Now it's your turn to solve the mystery. Was I burnt and it turned into a tan? Just tan? Or a sunburn disguised as a tan?

Here are more pictures: Just because I can ;)

So that cliff that I'm trying to hold, yeah that's what I hiked.
And I went up all those switch backs and touched all those
germy chains. 

Small people fit in small places

There's a giant shark swimming under neath me, just so you know

It Was An Absolute Failure

Everything was a fail... even the picture

What was an absolute failure?

Everything.

Okay not everything that day.

But the skiing...

That was with no doubt in my mind an absolute failure.

We were planning on skiing at Snowbasin with my aunt & uncle that were visiting. But it didn't exactly go as planned.

So we show up and half the lifts are on wind hold... That's just fine and dandy.

It seemed as if a hurricane was about to attack the mountains, it was just that windy.

When we were getting on the gondola they told us the skies weren't allowed outside the gondola because it was so windy. So we had six people along with six skies inside the gondola. Let's just say my dad's skies didn't even fit inside.

I swear that gondola could NOT move any slower. I probably could have walked up that mountain faster than that gondola was moving.

I am aware I used gondola at least once in every sentence. Yay... grammar!




While skiing down I was pelted with chunks of ice that were blown from the trees. And even if I didn't turn at all I went the speed as if I was doing pizza skiing.

We almost fell of the tree and
died

We get to the bottom and take our skies off and get in line to go up again and the official lifty was like "Sorry this lift is now put on windhold so you're not allowed to get on."

Ruuuddee

I've only done one run and know you're going to make me go sit inside and buy your food until you open again. Not fair.

So that's what we did.

For an hour.


Then we asked the ladies at the information desk if and when they think they'd open the lift again. They were like sorry, we aren't opening again.

So I drove and hour both ways to get here just to ski one run, have a hot chocolate along with some fries and the go home. Yay.

Luckily they gave us a voucher for another day next year, but still.

Five Things That Occurred To Prove How Windy It Was:

• When everyone was in the lodge and we came out, all the skies and snowboards were blown over and were just laying there on the ground 
• When my brother and I were skiing our one and only run down a fairly steep slope, the wind almost stopped us from moving at all
• Even the little beginner lift was put on windhold which is protected by a ton of trees
• I fell over while walking because the wind pushed me over (it might have been my clumsiness but the world will never know...)
• Enough proof right here: The resort never opened again because it was so windy...

When we got back to my house I just wanted to sit on my lazy butt and watch Pretty Little Liars.

(DON'T SPEAK TO ME ABOUT THE SEASON FINALE BECAUSE I'M ONLY ON SEASON TWO AND I NEED TO CATCH UP ASAP BUT IF YOU SPOIL ANYTHING LIKE SOME PEOPLE HAVE FOR ME I WILL DISOWN YOU FOR LIFE.)

But no..... that didn't happen.

We had to go for a hike.

I only agreed to it because we hiked up and then got to sled down.

When we get to the trail head my parents point to the top of the mountain and I was like "Uh-no I'm not hiking all the way up there!" But they're like okay you can wait here in the parking lot for the next four hours while we hike. Fineeeeeee....

Here were some of my thoughts while hiking the dreadful peak:

My legs are going to fall off and there's nothing I can do about it.

Dysfunctional picture of me hiking the hill

Another bear is going to come out of those trees attack me again and then eat us all and no one will ever know.

What my brother and I actually said almost a million times. "Are we there yet?" "How much longer" "Can we just go from here." 

I think I'm gonna die.

We're lost. This isn't a real trail head, they just wanted Tyler and I to be trapped up here in the wilderness and die alone.

This sled should have a rope attached so I can just drag it and not have to carry it. 

Why'd I agree to do this?

When I'm sledding down this, I'm gonna run into that tree, this tree, that tree over there, and this tree that fell down probably from someone else running into it. 

We finally get to the top or the hill and we had a pretty great few of Park City. We began to sled down the mountain and it was such an adrenaline rush. I was so surprised I didn't crash into a tree and break my face.


So here's a video from the Sledtopia run and I guess it's not embarrassing... but it's a video. So it counts. Ha.

Oh and those clips aren't sped up at all I was actually going that fast. Intense, I know.

Action shot of my dogga wogga Zack-a-wackers 

Me and my swaggy butt sled and go pro

#nofilter

I Don't Do Science

This past week I got to miss school to go to another school. I know, awesome!

But this school was wayyyyyy cooler!!!

It's in Jackson Hole, Wyoming and it's a school that's all about science, (called the Teton Science School.)

Instead of sitting in a class room all day just waiting for the weekend to come, I was outside learning science hands on.

Before I went on this trip, science was definitely my least favorite subject but after learning outside in the actual world rather than a classroom, it caused me to enjoy science so much more!

I heard from past students told this trip was fun.

But that my friend, was an understatement.

This trip was the most amusing, entertaining, exciting and all around awesome school trip ever.

Each day we were on the tips of our toes just dyeing to know what adventure we would encounter next. Wether it was snowshoeing, cross-country skiing, doing the dishes, singing every where ever we went or building snow sculptures. I definitely made many memories and funny stories I'll tell over and over again. (Most that include Ally & Caroline.)

Here are the highlights of my trip:

• Marty the Moose sculpture along with our flash mob at dinner.
• Watching Ally ride the struggle bus while trying to climb up the hill on cross-country skies
• Cutting down willow trees as a stewardship project
• MAFIA!!!

  

  We took selfies during the night hike even though we
  may have sacrificed our vision for the next few hours

• Caroline's animal call video
• Building the snowman that was as tall as me
• Our water baby experiment 
• Seeing Le Tetons (Muy bonita) 
• Going down steep hills that were hardly even a hill and epically falling
• The night hike and everything that happened along the way
• Cleaning Hoo-Rahs while singing and dancing
• The cursed YOLO
• Lane's story about chasing a coyote

And along the way we actually learned tons of stuff. (I know shocking, it's not like we're on a school trip while at a science school or anything like that...)


So I was told I had to make sure to use science words in this post so here's my list of science words:

• Adaptation

  

  Our bus rides were better than yours

• Snow Layers
• Scat & Tracks
• Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem
• Facets & Rounds

Okay just kidding. I can actually put those vocabulary woods into context.

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS NEXT PARAGRAPH UNLESS YOU ARE MENTALLY PREPARED TO SEE THE NERDY SIDE OF ME, AKA THE SCIENCE SIDE.

The first night here we learned about the GYE (Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem) and all the species that live inside it using the acronym ASCAR. (A for alpine S for sagebrush C for conifer A for aspen R for Riparian.) Later on we had learned about behavioral and physical adaptations species have to help themselves survive the winter. FUN FACT: Did you know aspens have a layer of sunscreen on them to protect their photosynthetic bark underneath. We also dug three snow pits six feet deep and learned about the snow layers along with the difference between facets & rounds. Sara also learned that she likes to dig holes along with her hibernation cave. It was really cool trying to identify tracks out in the wilderness and kinda strange observing animals poop inside a container. The final thing I learned was the French fur trappers must have not seen some ladies in a very very VERY long time. (Hence the name Le Tetons.)

This trip was so much fun and if anyone who reads this has the opportunity to go, I 100% hands down, recommend it.

P.S. If you want to check out the blog for this trip, you can find other students who went and their fun experiences here.

Crusin' Like A Norwegian

I used to think February Break was the most pointless break in the whole entire universe.  
(And it still is.)

This was the ship and see each of those red line looking
things? Well, each of those hold over 300 people and each
dot is a room balcony. If that gives you any idea of how
big it is. 

But this break wasn't so boring.

Because I was CRUISN' LIKE A NORWEGIAN!!!

I had the awesome opportunity to go on a cruise with one of my best friends Alexa and the rest of her family. We went on a new ship called the Norwegian Getaway apart of the Norwegian Cruise Line.

I can't even begin to explain how HUGE the ship is!!! Just imagine an eighteen story hotel that's 1,068.3 feet long floating in the ocean. And there ya go, there's my house for a week. But the weird thing is, by the second day we already knew our way around the whole ship.

I have so many great stories from this trip, I don't even know were to begin.

And to many pictures... I think this is almost an all time record so I had to condense them but if you really really REALLY want to seem them, just let me know.

So I've decided to give you My Top Ten Memories from this trip so if you care to know, no one's stoping you but yourself.




10. The Shows

One night we went to Legally Blonde The Musical which I thought was really good, the songs made it even better. One night we went to a magic show on one of the lower decks with lots of flashing lights which caused me to feel really sea sick. And let me tell you, sea sickness is ten times worse than car sickness! But the magic show was way cool! Some illusions I was like I 100% know how to do that and others it was a mind blowing moment.



10. H2Glow

We didn't figure this out until later in the week but each night they have a totally rad dance party on the top deck of the ship. The one night we actually went everyone was either wearing neon or white clothes so everyone was glowing. It was so awesome! It was just a giant dance party in the middle of the calm ocean.


9. Corn Rows

I felt bald, like a person from avatar, and a zombie.

Two hours of my life was spent sitting on the beach while some lady braided my hair. And it actually hurt, not a lot but just enough to make my head bleed. I know what you're thinking OHMYGOD THE LADY MADE YOUR HEAD BLEAD?!?! THAT MUST HAVE HURT A TOOOON!?! She said I had a sensitive scalp and that's why it bled but really it didn't hurt, that much. I still have it in, today makes it a week and I was originally planning on taking it out but I actually really like it.

8. Tree Linin'

One day when we were at the port of St. Thomas, Alexa, her dad and I did a zip lining excursion. It was one of my favorite experiences of the whole trip. It just gives you that sensation like you're flying through the trees and how cool would it be if you had wings and could fly? And the views from the platforms left me speechless, the water was bluer than blue along with islands as far as I could see. The part that made it even better was the guides helping you at each platform. They were hilarious with a great sense of humor that would just keep making jokes. Definitely my type of person.

7. My Bed

IT CAME FROM THE CELING!!! Enough said.

6. Ice Bar (And I wasn't drinking alcohol I promise, it's called a virgin drink.)

This was us in the ice bar with our eskimo coats.

There's this bar that's entirely made out of ice along with a bunch of cool ice sculptures. We called it The Freeze Your Butt Of Bar. You had to put these special coats on to keep you warm considering everyone's in shorts and a t-shirt, plus it was -6 degrees Celsius inside the bar. Even the cups were made out of ice! Well at least the part you drank from, the handle was plastic.

4. Walk The Plank

You know how in pirate movies they tell the bad people to "WALK THE PLANK"? Yeah well I had to, eighteen stories above the ocean. But once I jumped I swam fast enough to catch up to the boat so that's why I am still here today. Just kidding I was strapped on and never had to jump.

3. The Tube Of Death

First you step into a capsule that seems like one you would time travel in. You have a mat strapped to your back, standing on a solid surface, with water running behind you and then out the floor you're standing on. Then a robotic lady counts down: three, two, one and on one the floor drops out from under you you go flying down the water slide, up again and back down. I almost peed my pants the first time I went on it but then I went on it like every chance I could.

2. THE FOOD!!!

Each time I'd go between places on the ship either the pool, the room, the ropes course or any other place I'd stop at the Garden Cafe. What's at The Garden Cafe? FOOD! It has self-serve, soft-serve vanilla ice cream, the greatest bread I've ever tasted, delicious french fries and of course more food. Along with a 24 hour pizza bar, I think yes!

*Drum roll please*

1. I Am Forever Still In Love With Dolphins

This is my secret lover Gaya.

Dolphins. Are like my most favoritst thing ever! They have been ever since elementary school and I have no idea why. It's always been a life goal of mine to swim with dolphins because in fourth grade I got to pet a dolphin and other people got to swim them and I was forever envious of them. And this trip my wish came true.
It was one of the greatest sensations of my life. The dolphins seem to always be so happy, energetic and love to show off their tricks. I'm still in such shock I don't know how to put it into words. Words just can't describe the sensation, you have to go experience it yourself.

I hope one day all of you reading this can go on a trip that's as wonderful or just make as many great memories as I did.

Adios mis amigos! (And yes I speak Spanish.)

P.S. I bet you didn't notice I skipped the number five?

Swag Like Eddy

First and foremost I think this post deserves a round of applause.

Because for the second time ever I actually did my post before Friday!

I've officially completed all my life goals.

Anyways... last Saturday was pretty epic.

It consisted of skiing, ice castles and one of the greatest concerts ever.

It all started when Ullr decided to give us what we wanted.

Snow.

It's been coming down so majestically for the best few days and the powder Saturday was the definition of perfection and happiness. It was as if I was skiing on top of the clouds. One of the greatest feelings ever.

But now Mother Nature has utterly demolished my happiness.

Rain? Thunderstorm? Was that really necessary?




After skiing I went to the ice castles with my two friends Madison & Lane.

This is where we're gonna get married. (Don't judge.)

The ice castles were like the castle Elsa built in the movie Frozen. "Do you want to build a snowmannnnn?" Not that we have slush... OF COURSE!!!!

The ice castles had slot canyons made out of ice (hence the name), a maze, and two princess (Cinderella & Snow White.) Those princess's were the creepiest princess's I've ever met, and I've met many many princess.

But the coolest part out of all of this was the slide. You climbed up a claustrophobic tunnel in the castles that led to the slide. It was completely made out of ice that I kept sliding down that part I was supposed to climb up and it put some random persons butt right in my face, it wasn't at all pleasant. When I got to the top I had to do down feet first and make sure I tucked in my elbows. I was going about as fast as the Luge olympians, not really but you get the idea. But they should have worked on that slide a little better because so many ice bumps hit my back and it felt like I just got a thousand shots in my back.

After performing our wedding dance and many other strange dances inside the castles we went to a band concert at the Eccles Center.

It was a band called Stay Human, and I swear they are gods sent from above.

My awesome band friends and I with Stay Human.
(Then there's Lane...)

I can't even put their awesomeness into words.

But the saxophone player Eddy...

I almost have swag like Eddy?

Do you?

Probably not because Eddy is the swag master.

Who's Eddy?

I already told you, the swag master.

He's also in the band Stay Human, which I already mentioned above...

Last Saturday was one of the greatest days I've had in a while but I can't wait for this Saturday.

Why?

Guess.

The Time I Was Attacked By A Bear

It was a nice & pleasant summer day until I found out I had to go hiking. I. Did. Not. Want. To. Go. Hiking. Under. Any. Circumstances. But parents being parents, made me. The plus side (and the only plus side) we were going with our friends visiting from Michigan.

But when we showed up the day got even better because we were hiking at Deer Valley so technically we weren't hiking. What do I mean by this? Well we got to ride the chair lift up and hike down again. Don't ask me why but I think it completely ruins the point of hiking, which completely made up for the fact I was forced to go hiking. *Happy Face!*

We take the chair lift to the top and let me tell you it was quite the view. I mean I've seen it before because I live here but my friends, I swear their jaws had dropped all the way down to the Pacific Ocean. Then they took over a million pictures, but I can relate, I take pictures of everything!

We finally began hiking down and I was straggling behind everyone else because I really was not in the mood to go hiking. And of course when I'm in the middle of nowhere my bladder decides to inform me that I have to go to the bathroom, RIGHT NOW! Once everyone is far enough ahead, I decided I was gonna pop-a-squat in an area full of bushes. That's when I noticed I was in trouble. There was a bear probably 20-feet away. Except I didn't think that the bear was a threat, my first thought was, "That'd be such a cool picture if I just had a camera, with all the flowers and the bear!" Then I realized what I just said, OHMYGOD THERE'S A BEAR!!!! The bear was looking directly at me. ME! Hopefully the bear's One Direction in disguise...

The Claw Marks From The Attack

Well the bear's probably just staring at me because I'm just so beautiful. Or for the fact I was just about to release my bladder in his territory. But I would really appreciate it Mr. Bear if you would stop staring at me so I can finish my business and leave. So I decided to avoid eye contact or else the situation would just get even more awkward.

Then the thought that the bear might be a predator came to mind, I ever so slowly start to back away from the bear. The bear took a step towards me and that was enough to scare me, I turned and ran (while screaming very loudly) back to the trail trying to catch up to my family and friends. I looked back, bad decision. The bear was following me and very fast too.

I was running as fast as Morgan can possibly run, (Which if you've ever seen me run, isn't all that fast) I was catching speed around one of the corners and of course Morgan being Morgan tripped. Of all times I could have tripped it was when I was being chased by a bear!

The bear caught up to me and was just pulling and tugging at my leg! I tried to escape but the bear just pulled even harder. He kept pulling and pulling and pulling at my leg, just like I'm pulling on your's right now!

See what I did there? I know, you don't need to tell me. I'm a very funny person. That reminds me, wanna here a joke? Even if you don't, I'll tell you anyways. What'd the horse say when it fell? I've fallen and I can't giddy-up!

Anyways, as I was saying, that whole story I told you, 100% not true. Well I guess it's more like 20% not true and 80% true. I do in fact have that scar but rather than being caused by a bear attacking me, it was my dear frenemy the bike. So just substitute the bear for the bike and hiking for biking and there's the real story!

I was not a happy camper to go biking
(notice the circled areas)

This is just got awkward... I just read over this post again and literally substituted hiking for biking and bear for bike, and that didn't work at all. "OHMYGOD THERE'S A BIKE!!!" - Who thinks that? Geez. I know I'm crazy but I promise you I'm not that kind of crazy!

Our friends from Michigan, my brother & I
(notice the circled areas)

(The circled areas indicate my shirt that was ripped and a bandage that was put over my boo-boo)

Well I hope none of you out there reading this have to deal with the physical and emotional pain of your once dear friend the bike attacking you. And if anyone of you have been attacked by a bear, I have four words for you. Glad I'm not you.

You Know It's Bad When The Medic Is Called

*Flashback*

"SECURITY?!?" "WE NEED SECURITY!" the clowns scream at the top of their lungs. "Okay, you two just wait in the corner until security gets here," one of the nicer clowns tell my friend and I. I wait there in agony, waiting and waiting and waiting. When security finally arrives he glances at me and immediately said into his walkie talkie, "We need the medic in the clown maze ASAP."

(In case you haven't realized it yet, I was at a haunted house)

You're probably wondering Why in the world would Morgan need a medic at a haunted house? Yes, I'm a very clumsy person but this time, I didn't trip and fall. No, a zombie did not hit me in the back of a head with a fire extinguisher. And obviously my legs did not get chopped of by the creepy chain saw guy. It's called an elbow to the face.

The Elbow To The Face Experience

It all happened in slow motion (mainly because there was a strobe light doing its thing). I saw the zombie lady reach out trying to grab us, but we ran, we ran as if she was going to be the death of us. I watched as Brendan tripped at the exit but caught himself by the frame of the door. That's when the contact with his elbow and my face happened. More precisely, his elbow and my nose. No one else realized what happened, but I knew instantly what would happen next.

My nose began to throb when we were trying to find our way out of the creepy clown maze. That's when I felt the bloody nose coming on. Once we were around the next corner I already had a warm red pool of blood swishing around in my hands. That's when my friend finally got the attention of a clown. The clown looks at me, touches my face and calmly said, "Your beautiful face has blood all over it." All I did was nod. That was when the clowns started calling for security and told my friend Lane and I to wait in the corner.

While we patiently waited for security to show up, about five of the clowns surrounded us in the corner. Now that is the definition of terrifying. It was a strange sensation. Imagine: five of the creepiest human beings you've ever seen times 10 but them acting so incredibly nice and genuine. They were all asking me what happened but my favorite clown was the one who had the puppet who kept saying, "George is coming to help you!"

Finally security (George) arrived and shortly after the medic (Spencer) came to my rescue. The whole situation after this was one of the most awkward things I've ever experienced. It was some random old guy blinding me with his flashlight while attempting to remove all the blood from my face and hands. And then he tried to stick a piece of gauze (let me note NOT a tissue) up my nose.

While Spencer was still attempting to wipe all the blood of my face, many people found us in the corner. The clowns were like our body guards just scaring them back into the maze. Some had really funny reactions to seeing so much blood. But my favorite reaction was when a boy not that much older than me screamed, "HOLY SH*T THAT GIRL HAS A LOT OF BLOOD..." But then he got cuts off because he was screaming while running away from the clowns.

Thank you clowns.

Epilogue 

We ended up making it through the rest of the Haunted House safely except Spencer wasn't able to get all the blood of me with the disinfecting wipes. My friend Lane, who was with me the whole time, somehow managed to get my blood in her hair. When we finished the haunted house the rest of our friends exploded when they saw us. They literally thought we died because we just disappeared and they had no idea what happened to us. Although I got a bloody nose and was in a few really awkward situations, I had tons of fun!

Blue Armpits

If you were offered the opportunity to be covered in chalk from head to toe, would you do it? I took the risk of being covered entirely in chalk and not knowing how long this chalk would stay stuck to me. 

This colorful experience is known as The Color Run. The Color Run is a 5K (3.10686 miles to be exact) run through color magically falling from the sky! Just kidding the color doesn't actually fall from the sky but that would be AWESOME!!! 

The Seven Easy Steps To Becoming As Colorful As Possible

Step 1: Find as much white clothing as possible so the color will be more noticeable. 

Step 2: Run through the color

Step 3: Roll in the color

Step 4: Repeat step 2 & 3 at each color station

Step 5: Cross the finish line

Step 6: Join the after party

(This is where most the color comes from)

By the end of the after partying, all the colors have
blended together to make an icky brown color

Step 7: Get the color "blown" off of you

Step 7 doesn't actually get all the color off of you, the rest you're going to have to scrub and scrub and scrub off yourself. And not even all of it will come off! (I discovered this the hard way) I walked around for days with bright blue armpits, orange elbows, and streaks of color in my hair! I even went to school with all this color on me! But in the end, blue armpits and all, being covered in color head to toe was 100% worth it!

Celebrate life even when you have blue armpits!