El Bereto, famouse amoungest the food courts, hidden in a secret location for only a lucky few every get to gase their eyes upon it. A lucky few who know how to read the map that is. Apparently Kristi and I are not amonst thoese few.
So you might wonder what the above ^ means. It involves choir, stupid blonds, and bad mexican food. Every wear we looked we saw signs saying El Bereto, and come on, how can you NOT go check out a place called El Bereto? I mean the name is just so gosh darn cool. So Kristi and I went in surch of this place, Now we thought we had fallowed the map correctly, we saw the sign, a rather big sign, yet no El Bereto could be seen. So we momentarly gave up and got pizza.
Our luck changed however and it involved a little place known as Just Cookies. Actually they sell slushies....so I guess it's not Just Cookies....Anyhoo We were searching for this place of cookies that a good friend had told us about. This caused us to check the map. Whats this? El Bereto is on the second floor! Quickly we must find this magical place! First however, we need the cookie with chocklet chips!
Cookie acomplished! We cross the road to El Bereto and were shocked! It was truly amazing. The gressy grills, the nasty hair nets, it was turly beautiful.
We had our fun, found El Bereto, and yet anouther successful choir field trip had been completed. Now I only had to go to Science Olympaid, retake a test, and basketball practice! No prob, piece of cake.
Basicly all we got done in Science was relizing Jimi uses mass amounts of duck tape when under pressur,and I need to learn to play the flute, fast, I can play G! I know, impressive. So in about 10mins I'm off to B-Ball where I shall work my tail off so I can be publicly ridiculed when games begin.
Grandmother is no longer able to take her own pills, there selling the house, I think there trying to figure our a way to strap her to a wheel chair. Heh that sounds harsh but its no good if she falls out of her wheelchair, I don't know how thats possible but she manages it. Tomarow I have a student council meeting, DO NOT have pizza with the principal *thank God* A dance, and hopefully I can make up this darn test.
Don't know when I'll get to that, probably the same time I get around to saving the world....Hows a week from Tuesday sound?
1 comment:
Its speled buret-t-t-t-t-to u moron. You have to roll the "t".
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