Cantina Personal Narrative

Hola burritos, today as I was scrolling through the vast and ever twisted Internets; I came across my boyfriend and future husband gracefully grazing the feeds of Instagram. Me and him grew up from afar and always found it hard to communicate our true feelings, but love waits! ........I'm kidding obviously, our relationship is deeply one sided. Although I'm sure he feels a very special thing missing.*me nigga* Anyways as Jaden does, he caused a little bit of a stir with the photo, exhibiting his further transcendence into androgynous fashion. With painted nails, a skirt, a flower so delicately placed in his hair, a beautifully chiseled torso, and an alluring caption of, "Just Come Here" I was pleased. I Like that he shows that masculinity

Coronado had the weirdest dream the last night his dream was aboutfinding the 7 cities

It was November 20, 2016 the day that I had left for Cancun Mexico. Me, my brother, my mom, and my Grandma and Grandpa all 5 of us in my Yukon Denali on our way the the Hilton Double Tree. It took about an hour and half to get to Chicago Illinois, but on the way there we had to make a few pit stops in Valpo to get my brother some flip-flops that we ended up losing in Mexico. On our way there we had kept in contact with the other 9 people we were going with, My cousin Sean had checked in on us a few times, and asked us how far we were from the place we were heading which was called Portillo's. It's a restaurant that is amazing all of us were going to meet there for dinner before we would all head to the hotel. When we had gotten there my 3

One hundred dollars. As I grasped the flimsy 6” x 2” white check perforated with a pay stub, happiness pervaded my body. Glistening on the “pay to the order of” line, for the first time, was my name. The fruits of all my labor translated into a single piece of paper, all that was left to do was to figure out how to spend it.

I pulled on the door handle, nothing happened then I realized that the door was locked, i pushed the unlock button and tried again, it worked. I stepped out of the car and caught up with the guys. we some somebody leaning against the ice chest, we waved and walked inside Charlie's. A woman asked us where we wanted to sit and we said we didn’t care, I glanced over and saw a good family friend sitting with a girl. I said hello and then walked to our table. We sat in a room I hadn’t sat in before, there was three men sitting at the bar, and Carlos (a waiter from Applebee's) with a girl, I think they were on a date. Grant, Chazz, Adrian, Bryan, Edgar, and I sat down. We looked at the menus, but I had already been craving one of their pork chile breakfast burritos, with melted cheese and chile covering a plate sized tortilla filled with egg, cheese and pork, my mouth was watering. I told the waitress I would like water to drink. She came back with the water and I told her I wanted the burrito, but as we sat and talked I noticed the fridge

After a long walk down we finally reached the place where the Amontillado lied in wait. The tiresome journey would all be worth it for a taste of such a rare find—during carnival of all times! My dear friend directed me deeper into the crypt which was difficult to see in with the dim light that emanated from the torch he gave me. He mentioned the name of that fool Luchresi again, Ha! He does not deserve a taste of this rarity- he cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry. I continued to walk forward until I felt my fingertips brush against the damp, cold wall. Confused, I seem to have reached the end of the room. Since I was a bit disoriented from my earlier drinking I assumed I might have walked right passed the Amontillado. Suddenly, I felt

It was about 9 o’clock when I left my house for Carnival. When I arrived, there were people already drinking, dancing

“Oh, I forgotten my apron back at the house,” I have told my sister. “I have to go back and retrieve it, Montressor is not going to be home until the morning so I have more than enough time.” I grabbed my coat and went out the door in order to obtain my apron that was a family heirloom passed down generations and generations of servants. I walked through the pitch black darkness, only using the light of the moon to illuminate the pebbled road that laid ahead of me.

I suppose maybe my arrogance had gotten the best of me but I was not going to let my friend here go to that scoundrel Luchresi, for he cannot even tell cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry. He thinks his taste can match mine, a foolish idea at best. I greeted my friend with warmth he was akin to me in this greeting of ardor, and we were luckily met. He inquired me about this pipe of Amontillado he possessed his doubts upon and I was all too enthusiastic to retire into his vaults and appease his apprehensiveness over this Amontillado. He pleaded with me not to, as I was engaged in carnival, but I was now determined to enlighten my friend on this matter. He was very opposed to my coming, as it went from my engagement to the cold I have been afflicted with.

Mojitos in Summer - need I say more? written by: thetet88 Tank tops, shorts, sunglasses, hats, and sand - this can only mean one thing: summer is here! I generally love the warm part of the year and the sun-kissed skin it comes with. This year, however, I feel like it's getting warmer and warmer -- and warmer still! Let's face it, temperature is too high and it is too hot! I ended up staying indoors and cranking up the air conditioner for under a month now. I started to frown when I saw how much it was costing us. My husband saw how annoyed I was and knew that he had to do something before I go ballistic over everything I see. Later, he handed me my swimsuit, a bottle of sun screen, and a towel. I was about to grit my teeth at this gesture but then he smiled and nodded

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

The most important game of the year was coming up and I was ready. Everything was going perfect for me, because I was the starting QB as a freshmen at Englert High School. We were playing Joston High School the number 1 team in the nation since 1960, it was going to be a tough game because they had the number 1 ranked defense, but we had the best offense. The day before the game was just a normal day I went to school and had football practice after school. A couple weeks ago one of the other teams that we had played earlier in the year wanted another game so we decided to play them. They had been the hardest team we had played all year, we had only beat them by a last efforts field goal it hardly went in as it bounced in off the crossbar.

The mountain rumbled and shook like an angry beast. Antonio hung on the mountain ledge as sheets of snow and ice smothered his face. The Mighty Pinnacle was a jagged, unforgiving, knife edged mountain, a mountain that had never been climbed before. Antonio could feel the burning of cold ice on his fingers and toes. He could hear the echoing and rumbling from far below. His grip was tight on his ice pickaxes though the mist smothered his vision.

I arrived at practice with my shoes laced, hair pulled back, and the mindset that I was unstoppable. I could play against every member of my team and come out the victor on any given day. It was the first day of practice that week, and challenge matches were scheduled to begin. The team went through our daily shuffle of drills, conditioning, and running to prepare for what was lying ahead. While warming up with my friends, I felt great, talking about homecoming, boys, and a variety of irrelevant events. I felt ready. The odds were in my favor and nobody could stop me.

My eyes pop open to the sound of my phone blaring “Turn my Swag on” by Soulja Boy. Hesitantly, I roll out of bed to see the sun- whispering through my window- promising me another warm day. Knowing that I had to be out of the door in thirty minutes, I swiftly dressed myself, chugged my morning smoothie, grabbed my bag, and ran out the door. While departing form my house to Atlanta, a journey I had done too many times too count, I recall the first time that I had made this very trip.