Archive for the ‘About Me’ Category

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My Thoughts – A Cry For Help – January 10, 2008

January 11, 2009

I feel like a failure…bottom-line, and I feel like everything I care about and work hard at…dies…I don’t know what it is. There’s just been WAY too many things for me to deal with at the moment…

I really really kind of want…need someone to read this…I really need some feedback and this…dead silence…is killing me. Please, people! I need Magic Pens! … :(

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My Thoughts – January 9, 2009

January 10, 2009

Been feeling kind of down lately…Just…miss things…Wrote this rant up during English class but had to stop suddenly when the bell rang…It’s retarded I know.

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Veiled In Secrets

September 4, 2008

Given the assignment in English 3 AP to write a poem giving ourselves a name that describes something about ourselves such as “Eats Too Much” or “Smiles When Sad,” I wrote this poem describing my hidden insecurities about life. We were told to decorate our assignment to be hung on the classroom wall, so I used my Photoshop abilities to make it all pretty. :D If you can’t see the image, the written poem follows.

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Moving

June 11, 2008

Okay, first off, I am very sorry for not writing much lately…Seriously, I suck, but there has been so much going on in my life…Maybe I’ll rant about it later. Anyways, for now I just popped on to break some news to you. I have to do chores and then get some sleep for Summer School again tomorrow…Joy, joy…so this will be fast.

I just found out yesterday that I am moving…Returning to San Antonio, Texas, my birthplace, hometown…where I grew up for almost 11 of my years. I’m pretty excited, but there are some things I am going to miss here. So I won’t be moving until Octoberish, and that’s about all I know at the moment…

Now, let’s just see who’s still alive and checking blogs. ;)

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My Thoughts: January 16, 2008

January 16, 2008

All right…I’ve arrived home, with no homework, really tired, and my rabbits are running around me in my room. I would like to write something, but right now I am just too brain dead. I don’t know what to write, even a rant…I think that I will come back to this later on tonight.

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I have returned to this post, although it isn’t the later night.

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My Thoughts: November 3, 2007

November 3, 2007

I do not feel like writing…The words will just not come. I sit here typing under the veil of darkness, not knowing what will come of it. My hands clack on, my mind rambling on…nothing coming…nothing at all. Why am I in this slump? Why is my mind so blank. I stare at the white before me that corrupts into my thoughts. The ideas and creativity leaves, abandoning the nothing left behind. Why is this? Why do I sit and let the ideas slip away? Where do they go? Why don’t they come back? Why do they return to me once I leave this place? I float through the world, observing, and thinking. My mind can never be shut off, even under the covers late at night, but why is it that I come here, to this blank screen, and all of that leaves me? With a piano ringing through my ears, and the darkness soothing my eyes, the gleam of the screen is like a barrier to my words. I can not form them, cannot plot, no story will come. My thoughts flow through my hands and across the keyboard jaggedly as I type. The messages are unclear. The ideas are unfinished. The creation in whole is incomplete with gashes and holes, waiting to be filled. My words come quickly as a poem flows along with the waters of a river, although they may not make much sense. The words are jumbled, with the thoughts behind them not very supportive. I am weak. I am unstable. I am empty. My mind…is…

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My Thoughts: November 2, 2007 – The Perfect Dodgeball Team

November 2, 2007

I have thought of this many times before, but when I played dodgeball in gym today, I actually felt like writing about it. Let’s see if I can do it!

I believe that any randomized gym class could easily win a match of dodgeball if they broke each person into “jobs,” each with a special ability with only one thing to worry about. I will create a fake gym class based off of my own to demonstrate.

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Sandals in the Street – Based on a True Story

September 19, 2007

When I was seven years old I made up this “ghost story” to tell my best friend of the time. One night while sitting on my front porch directly in front of the street lamp across the street, I created this story on the spot and told her. She believed me at the time, but years later I told her that I had made it up. She said that she didn’t mind because it was a pretty cool story. I don’t know about how cool it is, but I’ll post it anyways, even though it’s really short. I’ll try to write it as I told it back then, but that was eight years ago so…

A few years back, there used to be a family that lived here in this house, a young boy living with his mother and father. The boy’s grandmother was growing older and was already widowed, so when she knew that she was to die soon, she came here to visit her son, daughter-in-law, and grandson one last time.

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REWRITE – A Fortune Too Late – A True Story

September 19, 2007

I was challenged to rewrite my story, A Fortune too Late, making it only 1,000 words long. Without counting this introduction, the story is 996 words long. Please tell me what you think of the two different versions if you can.

“You are a hard and earnest worker,” my dad read aloud, placing his uneaten fortune cookie on his plate. He’s never been fond of the small Chinese desserts.

After my dad had read his fortune, my mom and my brother soon followed. “What’s yours say, Noelle?”

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Autobiography: September 7, 2007

September 7, 2007

So, you’d like to know a bit more about me?

This is a picture of my brother, Wesley, and me in July of 2007.

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Where should I begin? I, Noelle Marie Brooks, was born in San Antonio, Texas, on Lackland Air Force Base on June 29, 1992 (and have a birthmark the shape of the state, too.) Although I lived on Lackland for 11 years I had four different houses until my mom was assigned to be a recruiter in Minneapolis, Minnesota and we moved in June of 2003. We lived in Wisconsin until August of 2003 while the Air Force was inspecting the house we were going to live in, and then in October of 2004, we moved from Minnesota to here, Minot, North Dakota. I will have lived here for three years this coming October.

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