My Day complete

My day was so boring.  Melaina, the lady that does my cleaning, came in and did her stuff, but ah, Blake isn’t home.  How can I drink a thing if he’s not around?  It’s like, every time I hear a cracked can of soda, I think of Blake.  Like earlier today, I heard some lady crack open a diet Dr. Pepper, and I thought to say, “You suck.”  Yes, she had a moment where I thought of Blake, where Blake must’ve thought of me.  I don’t know why, but it’s part of me now.  I hard the crack of the soda, and thought of the many nights Blake would do whatever.  He’d do whatever it takes to make him happy.  I want to do whatever it takes to make us both happy.  Now, I’m talking to some folks on Skype.  I’ve got a longtime friend on here, Carrie, and then my friend Ali from Texas.  We’re hanging around and stuff.  It’s pretty cool having friends around online, but I know for a fact that some of those friends can’t assert themselves, and then, guardians and parents can take advantage.  I’m probably the most assertive, but I sometimes get aggressive.  We role played in a psych group today about assertiveness.  I justified the stupid Braille display stuff for R.J., one of my friends.  R.J. is awesome, and I told him that it is important to spell things correctly.  That’s me though.  I’m not a bad speller.  Thirteenth place in my county’s spelling bee.  But I didn’t do anything with the honey.  A spelling bee?  Whoa.  Ok, a bee that spells.  I can hardly imagine!

Well, I better find out where Blake is, so talk at you all later.


\Some hours later: Blake comes home, and I’m so happy to see him.  HE calls in to my Skype, and I was inspired to write a poem for him.  See next post.

Author: denverqueen

My name is Beth. I'm blind from birth and enjoy the blogging atmosphere. I am a creative person, a musician, a writer, etc. This is me. Take it or leave it.

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