tacos, not drugs

so i will begin this blog with tuesday:
Tuesday, fucking Januaary 9th 2007. me and scar decide to go skate along bolsa cause we hadnt in a long time. it was so fucking hot. i swear. im pretty sure its january. so we skate for a good half hour. we go touch the water. beautiful. i swear.


cousin it




then we leave cause i had work. it was ok. it was hella busy. the busiest i had ever seen store 9866. it was kinda weird if i can say that. later on that night after i got out i went to my dads house for the first time since he moved to his own thing. so i go and he gives me a bill. woop woop. for "san diiieego." so i then went to the venegas residence. for dinner. cause it was on the way home so why not. noelle. i love her. she catered to me. meatballs, rice and like a million dipping sauces to choose from.

and chips and salssa cause im mexican. nikki was studying. with a flashlight as a light. cause she cant see.

then i head home.

wednesday the fucking 10th day of the new year.

me and scar go to meexico. we got to mexico in an hour and a half. crazy. calm yourself speed racer scarlette.




getting on the 5 in the greatest county of orange county


little miss asian speed racer

mysterious 133 frwy...
junipero serra rd reminds me of the time i went to mexico with the gang and chloe tried educating us on san juan capistrano and what not. hahaha that was a good trip.

sea world!

this here truck had like a million surfboards in it. i think we would have had a better day just following this truck.




fucking $7


when she was really happy



wet back


well we get there and scar is going crazy. within the first five seconds of seeing vendors on the street, she buys 2 braclets and earrings. crazy. i bought a nacho libre mask for nikki. haha. its all fun and games for the whole thing. guys were creepy, but then there were some hot guys [most likely college students from san diego getting food and beer.] here are some pictures.

hahaha hallo-weed. clown move
the original....there was another just the next shop down.




tijuana mexico

cause i, sara borrego, carry around drugs and nuclear weapons everywhere i go. calm yourselves hard rock cafe.

i agree
our bags
the entertainment waiting in line to come back home
at this point we just wanted to get home. the fuckin line

and of course these puppies got us in the biggest pickle of our life. we had 4...not knowing that it was illegal to "smuggle" these into the u.s. damn border patrol. according to them, i commited a felony. they asked if i had $10,000. um i think not. i swear, im not even worth that much cash money. so they searched all of our stuff. asked us like a billion times "wheres the weed?" "wheres the marijuana?" fuck no. ok your talking to scarlette and sara. out of everyone, we wouldnt smoke that shit. scar had like an axiety attack. crying, the whole she-bang. of course i was tough cause thats how i was raised to not show when im weak, but i was really about to shit my pants. so scary. luckily, god loves us. they let us go with no fines or anything confiscated the pipes [which werent even for us] and we were on our way. got home in another hour and a half. got to scars house, and watched disney channel for a good 2 hours. went to the studio. people asked left and right "how was mexico?" and immediately our sad/embaressed/scared faces turned on. so we didnt dance, took noelle with us to mcdonalds with the train.

i swear. i looooove loooove looooove noelle. she is the apple of my eye. hahaha. shes my little sister.

i swear i was gonna fucking shoot this train after it had been by us like twice. then we went back to the studio. came home and crashed. damn what a day. worst day ever. and im still like peeing my pants scard. everytime the phone rings i freak out thinking it could be border patrol calling my house. im gonna watch the mail for a long time. but according to scar scar s and the research she has done, we are pretty much home free. if anything was gonna happen it would have happened there. we got hella lucky cause the punishment was imprisonment, fines, and the whole shebang. crazzzy. and of course it happens to 1 of 200,000 people. and it would happen to us. we should have known. i stayed home all freakin day. doing nothing. our freakin water got turned off. worked with becky heiry and lisa. and decided i want a bus. the volkswagon busses. i think those are bomb. well, im not really hella tired, but im done writing. hasta lluego!