CH-CH-CH-CH-CHANGES!

Attention-As you may have noticed, the name of this blog has changed from 'the Musings of Evie Walcott' to 'Flamingo Coat'. Flamingo coat is another of my creations, and I thought I'd give it a run for a while. While I do love Evie Walcott, I sat her down and explained that I thought we needed a break, to try other names and see how we feel, I think she took it well. There were a few tears, but on the whole, she didn't smash up to many of my personal possessions. 

SO! That means Evies just taking a break, and Flamingo Coat will have its turn as reigning blog name. 

the end :D

I find this highly amusing. Like a child version of bijork. 

Its not easy being cheesy.

I'm the captain of the paper seas. 

Life is a merry afair for an unemployed, out of school 18 year old. My days are full to bursting with relaxation and comfort. For example:

10 am- Awaken to alarm. Press snooze button.

10.05- snooze button.

10.10- snooze button

10.15- snooze button

(this continues for another 2 hours)

12.15 pm- after a delightful sleep, slightly interrupted by the occasional alarm, which eventually gets turned off and ignored, I rise to the afternoon, mozy on down stairs, have some raison toast, drink some juice. 

12.45- meander up stairs, potter around my room pretending to clean while really just moving things about to give the illusion of change. 

1.00- have a shower, while playing a Doors CD fairly loudly.

1.30-  Play some playstation, get frustrated, curse under my breath at how hard games are and then laugh at the game calling it names and yelling at it 'IN YOUR FACE!' when I beat the certain level I was trying to overcome. For some reason, in my aggravated state of mind, I seem to think teasing the game and yelling at it would have some sort of affect on it, as if by me saying "WHAT! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? I JUST ATTACKED THAT BEAST WITH A LEVEL 3 BLADE! HOW IS IT NOT DEAD?!" or "I SAID JUMP LEFT! LEFT! IF I WANTED TO JUMP RIGHT I WOULD HAVE INDICATED RIGHT WITH THE GEAR STICK YOU MONG!", that the games going to go:

"hmm...yeah your right, that beast should have been slain like a cake at Fat Alberts house, I'll give you that. Err.. why dont I give you some extra health points and tell you where the location of the hidden chests are and we'll forget this unpleasantness ever happened..I, I think we could all go home happy then. And stop with the name calling, alright, its hard enough being a game no mortal being can defeat, I dont need to be insulted on top of that."

4.00- get my snackage on. Usually a bun loaded with ham, lettuce, cheese, red onion and tomato sauce.

4.30- Watch some DVDs, my collection has become my new best friend.

7.oo-11.30pm- Lurk the internet and facebook, chatting to people and making unnecessary 'likes' on random things, as well as pretending to not be online when someone I dont wish to speak to pops up on the instant messenger. Now everyone knows my secret..

11.30-2.30am- lay in bed/fall asleep watching movies while my television is on timer.

And then the cycle starts again. 

Its the circle of life. And it moves us all. 

So, reading over my schedule, there may or may not be a few flaws some of my more cluey readers may have picked up on. Their not major problems, but they could probably be smoothed out. Such as sleeping in until noon. Playing video games and watching movies all day. Staying up late on facebook even though no ones ever on at 2am. And staying up so late. Even as I type this its 2.07am.

The solution, as my parents and boyfriend have so KINDLY pointed out to me in every possible way, is to get a JOB. ( I seriously expect them to start bringing out flow charts and graphs to show me how much a job would benefit me) 

So, I guess I'm left with this option. It'll have detrimental effects on my routine which I've so easily fell into,  but on the plus side, I'll have my own MOOLAH to buy things such as a new skirt and season 4 of The Office. 

When you weigh my options, you've got:

A) a moocher life style most likely to continue until the age of 23 when my parents finally get sick of telling me to get a job and cut my hair 'you hippie'.

B) working for the man, earning much needed cash and meeting new people, learning new skills and getting me out of the house and teaching me responsibilities that I'll carry through my entire life.

This really is a no brainer.

I'm going with A. Lock it in Eddie.

:D I'm joking. But I had you for a second. I had you thinking "But Brooke, are you really that silly and reckless? Do you want to spend your early 20's living with your parents and earning the nickname 'herpes' because you never go away?"

So, a resume is in the cards, as is pounding the pavement and getting my game face on for potential interviews. 

I did have a job once. I made a living taking the raisons out the the Queens raison bread every morning. It was hard work but someone's gotta do it. I got fired though when the queen bit into her toast once and found a raison.. she was allergic to them see, but still ate the raison bread because she wanted to live life on the edge. They had to put up a railing around the edge though for a while because her neck and face swelled up so much from the reaction that any slight shift of weight on either side could have tipped her right over the edge and toppling into the abyss.  Personally, I think she would have been better off with parachuting if she wanted to live life on the edge. She could have jumped out of a plane and parachuted down waving to the crowd and landed in her horse drawn carriage while in one of her parades. 

But on a serious note, I really am going to look for a job. So the next time you see me, I should hopefully be blue collar, rather then stained with sauce collar. 

On a side note, I'm totally SMIT with my boyfriend/ best friend Jarrod :D He drives down to Newcastle every weekend just to see me. If the oil companies want someone to thank for making them so rich, I think it should be a personally addressed letter of thanks to Jarrod. He's probably also one of the main causes of global warming with all the driving he does... so its kind of a delightful disaster, a like eating a really rich chocolate cake knowing full well what its going to do to your thighs.  

Jarrod: The camera loves you BABY.

kodak momento.

So thats all folks. For now at least.

Until next time

Too ra 

later gator

Don't forget your toilet paper

:D

Brookus. 

Oh yeah? Come here a minute!

*Current annoyances of the week*

RIGHT! So, I've got some complaining to do. I've got a beef with 2 things in life this week, people who mumble or forget things when they serve you in shops, and people who scab food and drink off you when ever you order it.

Lets talk about the former first.

SO! Beef number one is with people serving me in shops. I was in M.C. Donalds the other day, and the chick who served was an utter nonce. The whole time she was taking my order she was looking at me with an expression on her face that would be deemed appropriate in the event of me having a booger hanging out of my nose or food in my teeth. But there wasnt, so I dont know what she was staring at. I didnt come to McDonalds to get stared at, I just want my burger woman! Then! She was meant to give me $40 change, but she only handed me 2o, so I said "excuse me,but you owe me 40, you only handed me 20". She then turned around and looked at me as if this time I'd just informed her that a pack of wild dogs were waiting for her outside, just biding their time until she has to go out there to walk home, at which time they would proceed to chase and terrify her. Again, I didnt come to get stared at, I just want my $20 woman!

THEN! She told me there would be a wait on the meat, so I stepped to the side to await my delicious but deadly meal. 5 people were then served, all ordering burgers, and all getting them at top speed, while I was standing there watching these people skip off happily with their meals while I'm still waiting for mine for some reason. Either this burger is being cooked by the food master George Foreman himself, and he's taking his time knocking out the fat just for me, or this maccas employee just has something against me. Finally she comes over, hands me my bag and goes to walk away when I sigh in exasperation, look at her and say rather sternly, "theres meant to be a drink with the meal", does she honestly expect me to clog my arteries without having a cool, refreshing, syrup and water mixed coke to quench my thirst after? NOT LIKELY!  I didnt come here to die of thirst, I just want my drink woman!

After all that, I then scampered off to the car and sat there stroking my meal like Gollum while repeating "my precious" in a gravely, smokers voice. 

Another beef I have with people serving me is when they mumble to you. I was buying some alcohol the other day, and as soon as I put the bottles on the counter, the guy looked at me and said something, and it took me a while to figure out he was saying something because from where I was standing, it just sounded like he was humming along to the radio, so I'm standing there waiting for him to tell me how much I owe him, and he's just looking at me while "humming" every few seconds. After I while I cottoned on and said "Pardon me?", to which he replied in a hum, this time a little more audible, in which I thought I heard him say "cheques Friday". Cheques Friday? What on earth does that mean? That I have to pay by using a cheque? 

But I dont have any...and its not Friday for one..So I said again "pardon me?" and he AGAIN said cheques Friday. This dude was either swigging samples of the alcohol he was selling in the shop, or he wasnt an employee at all, he was a robber who'd knocked out the real shop attendant, taken his shirt and was now impersonating him in order to get more money. Turns out he was neither, after thinking very hard about what on earth he was talking about, I realised he was saying "Can I check for some ID?" but because he was mumbling, it sounded like he was saying 'cheques Friday'. So, the whole ordeal ended up taking at least 3 minutes when it would usually take no less then 30 seconds to swipe the alcohol, pay and then leave.

How hard is it for people to open their mouths and talk properly, listen to what the customer really wants and do it. Surely not so hard, though from what I've experienced, we're in an epidemic of etiquette retarded shop assistants who all sound like Charlie Browns teacher and have the personalty of Lurch from the Addams Family. 

SECOND BEEF!

People who scab bits of your food and drink. I hate it when we'll be at a restaurant or eating out at the park or something, and one of your friends goes " can I have some of your drink?", "can I have some of your food?". I'd love to slap their hands away and yell NO! NO YOU CANT! If I pay for a beverage and some food, I intend to eat and drink every bit of it because I'M hungry and I'M thirsty. If THEIR hungry or THEIR thirsty, well then amigo you can get your own. How do you think the cave men survived? They didnt mooch off their mates who'd gone and hunted down their own brontosaurus. Chances are if you took it upon yourself to just take their drink and sip it as you please just because your thirsty, they'd wallop you over the head with their cave man bat and grunt angrily art you, roughly translating to "SOD OFF AND FIND YOUR OWN! I HUNTED IT, I EAT IT! IF YOU KNEW YOU'D BE HUNGRY YOU SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN YOUR OWN!"

Thats what I just dont get. If your in a group, and everyones eating, and so are you, chances are you'll get thirsty, so why not buy yourself a drink? Dont finish your meal and then turn to the person next to you and just drink their drink, because A) thats the epitome of rude, and B) its so FLIPPING annoying that I feel like tipping that drink so that it spills all over their face, after which I'd turn to them and say "did THAT quench your thirst?".

If I wanted friends who'd take my food, I would have made friends with a bunch of seagulls. I didnt realise that along with the title of being a friend, you take on the responsibility of feeding the other friends around you.  Next time I'll bring along some sippy cups and some bibs and hand them out in preparation.

Sad thing is, my mum does this all to often, saying "can I have a bite of that Brooke", to which I  HAVE to say yes, because she's my mum and would probably just make me give her some. Problem is, she has a bite the size of T.Rex and once she's through with what ever you were eating, theres less then half of it left. Her bite is the 8th wonder of the world. But I love her for it :)

Having ranted sufficiently, I bid you adieu :D

Later Gators

Brookus

We cant stop here, this is bat country!

Cool Beans?

yeah, cool beans.

I'm obviously now a drunk.
I dare-say its been 3 months, has it not? I know this is a long time, but I have been out and about with a twist and a shout. I'm back now to write another post, and with it, I bring goodies :D

This may be a rather long blog post, I could make it into an epic saga like Star Wars, but I fear it wont be as successful and interesting as aliens in space what with the explosions and space ships and duels with light up staffs. 

Right. Lets start at the beginning and when I get to the end, I shall stop.

I'M 18 NOW! I celebrated by stuffing my face with every bit of Mexican food I could obtain at the Mexican restaurant we went to for dinner, and the weekend of the my birthday we went to Muswellbrook and my cousins Madd and Todd took me out to the pub, where my mum found some lonely, random bogan called Kevin and thought she'd be a good samaritan and dump him on me and my friends so that he could join in the fun. Turns out Kevin was a freak who wouldnt go away. Thankyou mum, but I think Kevin was being avoided in the first place for a very good reason by some very wise people.

 I turned so on the 9.9.09, a rather splendiferous day for many reasons:

- It was my 18th

- It was the day The Beatles remastered CDs came out, as well as The Beatles rock band

- It was the last day that I ever had to worry about my major works, as on my birthday I had to perform my HSC drama monologue. To say the least, I was pooing myself, but I pulled through OK and seemed to entertain the markers and audience. So I was happy. Prior to this day however, I was STRESSED to the MAX! I had 3 major works due in 3 days: Art was due on the monday, drama group performance was due on the tuesday and monologues were on the Wednesday. I stayed up all night sunday night to finish off my art major work, which turned out splendidly and can be found on your left and right, if you'll just shift your eyes thusly. 

 

 

As you may have guessed.. I like The Beatles :P

Next on the agenda is my 18th birthday party. Oh, what a night. I think it is safe to say that it was the best night of my life, so much well mannered frivolity was partaken in and so many laughs were had. The theme was rock and roll, we hired an old school jukebox, and I had it playing the whole time I was cleaning the house, pretending I was Angus Young while mopping the floor, spreading much more water around the place then needed. It looked like the aftermath of a flood after I was done with it. 

Everyone who came, came dressed up and looked just smashing, and almost every person who came to my party ran into the front screen door because its black mesh and looked invisible in the dark. I highly enjoyed lying in wait just to see who was the next innocent victim of THE SCREEN DOOR!

I'm not going to mix words. I got smashed that night, and it was the first time I'd done so.It was  apparently such a hoot that I was drunkenly walking around the party giggling to myself over nothing in particular.. perhaps I thought I was fooling everyone into thinking I was sober, thinking to myself "They have NO idea how drunk I am. So drunk that I feel as if I've just been spun around a few hundred times and am now expected to somehow pin the tale on the donkey....I am the master of deception.."

When the party ended, I had the people who came down from Muswellbrook stay at my house, and when I say sleep, I really mean stay up all night trying to do a ouija board, walking around the streets and paddocks, down to the bridge and getting freaked out in the dark, walking to a servo up the road at 3 in the morning to get some pies when none of us had money, but that didnt matter as the servo was closed, and then going back to my house and reheating almost everything in the 

 fridge. 

(Might I add that my friend Billie was dressed as Tina Turner throughout the night, and wore very high heels throughout all those escapades around the street.. He is someone for women to look up to and admire for his feet of iron.)

Who needs sleep when you can watch one of your best friends trot around the dark streets at 3am?

On a related note- My mums also 18 too.

Forever young, eh mum? 

:D

To top of that brill weekend, the very next day(saturday) after one hours sleep, I then had to drive to Muswellbrook for my friends Jarrod and Jesses combined 18th. That night I didnt get any sleep, so for that weekend, my combined hours sleep from friday until sunday was 4 hours. I think the copious amounts of alcohol and no hangovers helped me through it. Bless them :P

For me, September goes down in the history books for being the month of parties. I had one every single weekend of september, that, or I was going out in town. It was the September to remember. 

Newsflash!

I, Brooke Munce, now have a boyfriend. My best friend Jarrod(who's born one day before me)  and I are now an item, much like a carton of milk or a packet of rice. Its only been a short while, but updates will be posted here. For now, reports can confirm that I'm happy. :D

*Current annoyance of the week*

People stressing themselves over exams. The HSC is upon us, and I'm seeing people around me crumble like a flake in a maccas 30 cent cone. I dont understand why people get so stressed. It does not compute. I've seen people trying to memorize whole essays, all the while trembling and making noises of distress you'd expect from a lady giving birth. Not someone writing an essay on The Crucible. Am I to lax in my ways of thinking, or is everyone else just to stressed. Is there a happy medium we can all reach without our heads all exploding?

Lets hope so chaps.

*Current love of the week*

SUBWAY! I LOVE SUBWAY!

Its like God makes every sandwich himself and serves it to you with a smile and a thumbs up. They.Have.Amazing.Subs. 

Sure. I know its nothing more then salad on a bun with some meat. BUT! You try and make some subway on your own at home. You cant do it. You just cant. The people who prepare your subs really are sandwich artists. Their the Leonardo Da Vinci's of the sandwich world. So, i tip my hat to you good sirs and Madams of the Subway world.

My choice of subs? Why that would be a foot long roasted chicken on white bread with old english cheese, carrot,lettuce,tomato,onion and tomato sauce sir! That right there ladies and gents, is what heaven tastes like. 

OR!

With that, I think I've said all I need to for now, theres alot here to contemplate, and I expect you to do so. I shall keep you posted with any new updates, thoughts, lame jokes or cool videos I find and feel I need to share with the whole 5 people who read my blog :) Without you I'd just look like a nutter talking to no one on the internet.

Until we next meet,

Too ra!

Brookus

HI BABY!!!

Observation of the week-
Why do we talk to animals and babies like we expect they'll talk back? we use the most ridiculous of all voices imaginable, something between a shrill squeak that sometimes breaks into a low husky growl. Things that are lower in intelligence then our own seem to require being talked to in a voice that belongs on some horrible multicoloured,googly eyed puppet on a 1960's or 70 kids show like H.R Puff N stuff.

We hold a baby, get right in their face and say in the biggest baby voice "what are yoo doing! what are yooo doing aye? hello,hellooo! WHAT.ARE.YOU.DOING!!!" like they'll suddenly look up and say "well, I just pooed my pants and now I think I may go for a cry"

Its the same for animals. We grab dogs by the ears and rub the crap out of their heads and say "oh who's a beautiful girl? hmm? who is? YOU ARE! YES YOU ARE!! *shrill squeak* YES. YOU.ARE!!" they appear to enjoy it though when we ruff them up by push their saggy skin around or brush their hair back the wrong way or flop their ears up so that their stuck up in the air. I wonder if they're really just sitting there thinking " oh god, here comes Susan again. Let me guess, this time she's going to try and tie a red ribbon around my neck and put on one of her mothers old bras and pretend I'm a dog that belongs to a transexual from the red light district and I have to prance around to sleazy Tom Jones music to get money from passer byers. And she wonders why she has no friends! She spends her entire time making her dog act out weird situations."

They say a mother has the best patience, but I think its the animals and babies of the world who have to put up with the most in life. The annoying toddlers, pre-teens and teenagers they become later in life are just revenge tactics for all the times they were handed around at parties when they were first born like a parcel in pass the parcel, all the times they were made to wear horrid outfits chosen by their mother or grandmother, all the times they were made to go to play group with all the other snotty, yelling,crying kids who ate glue and threw sand in everyones eyes. And the animals, well all the times they ruined that lovely blue rug with their excretions, all the times they ripped the crap out of the lounges, carried food from their bowls to the other side of the room to eat it, broke the christmas trees by climbing up them and chewing through the Tv cords were just ways of saying WHO'S A BEAUTIFUL DOG NOW HUH?!

:D

Too ra to all!
Brookus

Jumping on the alligator

GUESS WHAT!

I'm writing a blog. Thats what.

And!

I love Joan Jett, pictured left :)

But really, I'm writing a lighter post then I've posted in a while. I'm sick of being all serious with the emotions and the thinking and the hey you get off my cloud.

So, I welcome back the old Brooke, and a new story.

In less then 2 months I'm going to be 18. I'm going to be a legal adult, but what they dont know is that mentally I still laugh at fart jokes and think people getting hit in the groin is funny. I'm not ready to be able to DO things by myself and HANDLE "adult situations". I'm gunna have to move out soon and I'm still under the illusion that my house is gunna be a rockin pad with tonnes of cool music playing all the time,non stop parties,good times and comical shenanigans like stirring up the neighbours dog and finding my underpants in the fridge when I go for a juice in the morning.

I'm going to be 18 and I'll be able to go and buy alcohol and drink it openly and freely. If only I actually LIKED alcohol... I guess I can pretend that I like it, like taking tiny little sips and or just pretending to drink it but really just pouring little bits out throughout the night and PRETENDING to be drunk. At least at the end of the night I can pick myself up,dust off my dress and walk out of the party feeling fine while everyone else is laying on the ground in pools of sick and walk around looking like their following a zig zag shaped road..

We were in  Video Ezy last night and there was a movie on the shelf called the "18 year old virgin" and my mother points at it,laughs and goes "oh look,theres a movie made about Brooke!" Now, I'm not ashamed at being an 18 year old virgin, but it makes me realise that that IS something that will change in the future,and that scares the bejeebus out of me. Having only had one boyfriend the whole boy/girl/hormone thing is still new to me,and I freak out whenever I'm forced to hold a guys hand for to long. I'm not sure on how to properly hold hands..am I holding it to tight, is my hand to sweaty, do I keep my hand still or do I swing my arm a bit, if the guy rubs my hand with his thumb do I do the same or do I just smile and say "thankyou"?

Then theres the fact I finish school soon. What am I going to do with myself after? Ideally I'd like to just lay in bed and watch Tim Burton and Adam Sandler movies, listen to podcasts and drink coke through a silly straw, but I'm guessing within 2 months I'd be the size of a horse and smell like one too. Not to good an option for the beginning of my life. No ones advertising jobs for horses nowadays are they? If this were pre 20th century I'd have no trouble finding someones cart or wagon to pull.

In other news, my house is so cold that you can see your breath come out in front of you when you breathe and we have no heating what so ever. Mum finally bought home a small heater from coles,I'm guessing,and it has a light in it thats so bright ships are docking in our backyard and I walk away from the lounge room blind as a bat. After all that, its not even warm. 

So,I can now add to my resume under special skills:

- I can live like an eskimo. 

:D Its almost time for rove, the only television show I watch of a week,and I hate to miss it. With that, I bid you all farewell,and have a lovely evening.

Later gators!

Brookus.

I got beat up by a taco

I am back on the web amigos!

Well, I've always been here, I've just been slaving away, working for the educational man. 

year 12 is almost over,and they seemed to have left all the hard assessments until the end. They lull us into a false sense of security by giving us all the "easy" tasks at the start of the year, and then they get harder and you start freaking out and you find you've gone through $50 worth of stress balls and you look like you've busted a vein in your temple.

BUT! I have one more day of term 2 left, all my assessments for this term are done and so I thought I'd come on here and enlighten my readers in the only way I know how...rambling,nonsensical stories :P

So, the first story I'm going to tell is one of discovery and growth. I've learnt alot of people over the past few weeks, and I've bettered myself for this. I no longer feel like I have to try so hard to be certain peoples friends. If I have to try and be someone just for them to accept me, only to have them acknowledge me 30% of the time, then they're not worth my time, and not worth the friendship. Why be friends with people who constantly need the attention of a group of people, constantly need reassurance of how great they are and who only really get close to you to find out what your problems are and why. Since realising this, I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, and I feel like life looks that much brighter because I know that I'm a better person for having walked away, rather then staying and hating every minute of trying to earn their affection.

So,with that, I feel like I've made some advancements in my life,and I'm ready to move on and improve. :D

Thats all I have for now, but I will return later today or tommorie to talk about a lighter subject and make some funnies :D

thankyou for reading,and I'll catch you gators later.

OH! P.S HARRY POTTER IN 6 DAYS!!!

too ra!

Brookus