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Vacaciones de Primavera- Part 1

Guess what! It's Spring Break! YEEESSSS!!!!! The week I've been waiting for. That means it's almost over! ALMOST OVER! No more school with immature people who think it's cool to stick pickles and ketchup on cars. *This isn't my car.*



Messed up right? I thought so. It smelt so bad! I hope the deans ketch em! Get it? Ketch? Hahahaha, I'm funny. 

Anyways. It's Spring break! I'm living it up, the awesome way. While everyone else is getting drunk, I've been writing and watching Lord o the Rings and learning how to do my hair like them! Yeah ya! Today I went to Red Rocks with the bestby! It was loads of fun! First, I braided my hair Lord o the Rings style. Then I made biscuits because the bestby's mom was joking that since I wake up so early I should make them biscuits! Well, I got distracted writing and this happened. . . 


At least I was able to find an artistic way to take their picture, right? Ha. Anyways, we drove to Red Rocks and the bestby and I had to sit in the way way back of the car and it was all squished and I wouldn't have done it if it was with anyone else. I've been stressing out about getting car sick on this trip the last few days but I didn't which was definitely a blessing. It was really windy up there and I was so glad that I'd done my elf hair because my hair wasn't blowing as much as it could have been. Elves definitely know what they're doing when it comes to their hair. Since Red Rocks is at such a high elevation, I was worried the whole time that I would get a bloody nose or pass out or something. I worry a lot, I need to calm down. I felt bad for the bestby and his allergies, he was not having a good time with the wind.





 Yeah, the wind stopped blowing as soon as we took a picture. And look, the bestby's looking over a ledge! We hopped down ALL the stairs holding hands. Our legs really hurt at the bottom.




I kissed the stage because do you know how many rock stars have stood and sweated on this ground?! When we were leaving we got the great idea to race up all the stairs. I mean, look at all those joggers it shouldn't be that hard, they made it look easy. I was in the lead until about row 15 and then I gave up gasping at row 24. The bestby and his brother raced to the tippity top though. They both didn't look so good when they were finished. But on the bright side, they found one of the waterbottles they'd left when we were going down so they had something to drink! I definitely need to get into better shape though.
I gave the bestby's mom my camera to take pictures of us on the red rocks but I forgot to tell her how to work it so she only got this picture. Oh well! Way cute!











After Red Rocks we headed back to take a little rest before dinner. It was so cute, the bestby fell asleep on me and then all the sudden he just jumped when he woke up. I didn't even know he was asleep! So cute! Then we went to a mexican restaurant! Only half my family likes mexican food so it's always fun to eat it with them. I got a bean burrito though, I'm working on getting more adventurous in doses. Last time I was with them I ate an itty bitty jalopeno slice and I turned bright red and started crying, it was so embarrassing. Yes, I'm a gringa! The bestby's mom told the waiter to go get the sombrero for me to wear in spanish. So fun! I look pretty good in a sombrero. And so does everyone else!



 There were more pictures, I'm going to have to steal them off facebook! 
The day ended in horror though. According to a droid, this is what I'm going to look like when I'm fifty. . . . 

Yeah, I'm a little scared. . . . 

Oh well. ROCK ON ELF HAIR! 

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  1. KathyMarch 28, 2012 at 12:04 PM

    I love your elf hair. Hope Spring Break continues to be awesome.

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