I love how every time you walk in untouched snow you sink at least to your knee, and any attempt at running finds you tripping and falling into fluffy, crunchy, yummy, freezing snow (all these adjectives make me feel like one of those fanfiction writers that say "commmmmmmentz plz!!!" and write so poorly it's painful to read.)
The dance was really fun--I don't listen to rap or hip-hop, but I still had fun singing "my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and damn right, it's better than yours
" and pointing at Jason, who laughed.
And I'm being a very good girl and posting photos. None of me, but there's some school friends and an amusing video.( fotografiasCollapse )
Tomorrow I'm off to Santa Cruz (a town consisting of surfing, hippies, and yoga centers) with mis amigas Simone and Gabby to attend our friend Hannah's sweet sixteen. This promises to be interesting...
P.S.I'm trying to reply to comments/conversations that I dropped without warning during the trip, but I might have to wait until Sunday to get them all. Sorry!
P.P.S. Thanks for all the music suggestions! They're all on a post-it note stuck to my computer, with multiple exclamation points after them.
I just got back from a giant, school wide event called Snow Trip. We left in seven giant buses at 5 AM Tuesday morning (eugh), and got back late Thursday night. It was a four hour bus ride, but after we arrived we moved into our cabins and it was extremely fun. Skiing, snowball fights, sledding, making snow...women, even a dance at the lodge. I know some of you think I'm crazy for being so excited about snow, but it never snows here. Ever. It snowed four miles away from us last month, and that was shocking. Snow and Bay Area don't really mix, so three days full of it is something to be excited about.