Post Two-Hundred.

Eventually, it'll probably get to the point that I've worn all your over-shirts to bed. This makes two. I wonder how long it'll take for you to notice without me telling you.



Gawd, I suck at the Wii. Dx

Post One-Hundred and Ninety-Nine.

You're way too good for me.

Post One-Hundred and Ninety-Eight.

Brookesany deGuzman
Mrs. Edler
English Comp 105
Period 1
8/27/09
A Late Thank You

This life of mine was made possible
For you were the one to bring me into it.
Able to wash away my fears
With a comforting smile;
A voice warm as the sun.
A teacher;
A nurturer;
A friend.
I love you,
Mom.

You’re the one I look up to.
So strong, yet so scared.
You’ve accomplished dreams
I only wish to.
Worked hard to provide
The necessities for me and more.

Sometimes, it may appear
As if I don’t care about
The things you do for me.
Alas, that’s far from it.
If anything, grateful
Is a word
That doesn’t come close
To describing the truth.
The best I can say
Is thank you…
For all you’ve put yourself through.

Post One-Hundred and Ninety-Seven.

We attempted to go to the watermelon festival today. We were rained out, but I think we all still enjoyed ourselves. I enjoyed myself. The rain... oh, how much I love the rain.


Lingers. Lingers.
A comfort comes with.

Post One-Hundred and Ninety-Six.

Sometimes... sometimes. You're better than you think.



Off subject, but I wish I had the guts to do something like this sometimes.

Post One-Hundred and Ninety-Five.

I found it kinda funny when you offered to carry me over to your car to tell you goodbye, since Lisa was wearing my sandals and we were walking in gravel. I would've had to walk back in the gravel no matter what, unless you wanted to carry me back to the garage, silly.

Gah, I feel silly.

Post One-Hundred and Ninety-Four.

Tonight was probably one of the my favourites in a while.

Post One-Hundred and Ninety-Three.

The first day of school was interesting, to say the least. Though, only going to my first period would be a reason why. Talking to the "Freshman Academy" during second and third about the GSA... honestly, I hope it was worth it. A bunch of them didn't seem interested at all, and were making fun of the club. But, I guess you'll have that. One kid was exceptionally rude while Jennifer and I were talking, and we both wanted to cut a bitch. Arrrrrgh, yes. I'm a bit happy for the freshmen to be separated from the rest of the school.

I need to stop being so awkward around you. It would probably help if we talked more often. Maybe I should actually try. Then again, I'm quite afraid to make an effort.

Post One-Hundred and Ninety-Two.

I've got a lot on my mind lately.

Post One-Hundred and Ninety-One.

I miss mommy and Chad... and even Devin, sucker. D:

I think I'm tired of dreading this being my last high school year. It's just high school.

Post One-Hundred and Ninety.

I sometimes wonder if all I do is pretend.

Post One-Hundred and Eighty-Nine.

With some situations, I find that I don't know what I really want.

School starts soon.

When we registered, I had to make my schedule over... with Mr. Benda. DCan't stand that man one bit.


SCC Gen Psych
Aerobics
Art II
SCC Pre-Cal
US Gov/Politics
Photography
SCC Eng Comp I

Might get open lunch for next semester. I don't know yet, honestly. If I can't get Art Problems next semester, I will smite Mr. Benda. D< h8 h8 h8 h8 h8

End rant.

Post One-Hundred and Eighty-Eight.

Life.

Post One-Hundred and Eighty-Seven.

In your dreams, right?

Post One-Hundred and Eighty-Six.

I would've rather had the actual video, but embedding was disabled.



Have I ever told you that I love Blink?

Post One-Hundred and Eighty-Five.

I know all my friends will be excited for me to be back.

But, honestly, I don't want to go back. I'm gone after this year. I realized how deadbeat Keokuk is.