Praise the LORD I didnt take another bite.
So this morning my mom brought me a taco from Elvas. It was delicious as always, but for some reason i didnt finish it. i only ate half and then i left the rest on the kitchen counter.
I came home from school and im in my room peacefully taking a cat nap, when my mother storms in my room gagging like theres no tomorrow. I ask what the problem is and she is too grossed out to even speak. Once she calms down she then explains her disgusted state to me.
My taco from this morning was on the counter and she decided to take a few bites since there was a lot left over. After about 3 bites she is about to take a 4th one when she sees it...there a roach cooked into the egg.
I just about died. SHE just about died.
It absolutely kills me to say this but, I dont think i can ever eat at ELVA's again.
My mother is still gagging as i type.
Mrs. Bachor is crazy and i hate self reliance.
i have so much hw and i really need to become more motivated about school. This is the time when my grades really count and i need to get crackin! So i have decided i am gonna do ALL my homework when i come from school. Lets see how long that will last.
A big part of me regrets taking creative writing. I am behind about 8 poems. I'm just not much of a creative thinker when it comes to poem writing.
We have to write a poem about Love on a count of V-Day being around the corner.
Valentine's Day Tea Party this weekend... haha