Flamingo Coat

Groovy.

2010-07-13T20:50:00.000-07:00

Wow. I can actually see the tumbleweed through here.
I need to get my bum into gear and get writing!

first things first-
I HAVE A JOB!
go me, you go girl, congratulations, kudos, ohh yeah! for all those kool aid fans out there.
Having my own moolah is possibly the best thing EVER! I cant even tell you how many books I've bought from borders and how many new clothes I've bought. I'm pretty much rolling in excessive purchases.

I'm now a Go-Go dancer in a band!

Its possibly the funnest thing in my life, and I would love to become a promotional go-go dancer some day. The Band I dance in is called The Lamplighters, and we're a 50's and 60's soul cover band. I'm hoping all this dancing will give me some sweet leg muscles and maybe even a good looking butt to go with them :D

Heres hoping.

I'm still with Jarrod. We're mad tight awesome super fun good friends :D I love him ever so much, even if he is a douche bag who has to show EVERYONE my horribly horrible Muswellbrook workers club membership card photo, which makes me look as if I'd been on a week long drug binge and have been punched in the face. He thinks its hilarious. I, do not.

One thing I have been enjoying is drinking games and watching old horror movies, the best of which is EVIL DEAD! These movies are the BEST!
When I first watched Evil dead 2 it was under the insistence of Jarrod, however me being the scardy cat I was back then, Jarrod had to hold me down to watch it, and even then I only lasted 5 minutes.
But now I love them, though I'm yet to see number 1.
Bruce Campbell is dead sexy, he can show me his boom stick anyday, HEYYOOO! haha
They are hilarsiously bad, scary and amazingly done. A must see for everyone.

Anywhoo, thats all I have time for at the momento, but I shall be back hopefully soon, if not, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm lazy, and its getting worse with age :D

too ra until next time!

You stepped out of a dream.

2010-03-10T17:04:00.000-08:00

My boyfriend Jarrod is the best boyfriend in the entire world. I know evryone says this about their boyfriends, but I really doubt anyones boyfriend would be as awesome as Jarrod.

Jarrod lives in Muswellbrook and I live in Newcastle. That right there is a 2 hour separation that makes my week awfully dull and boring because he's not here, and I'm not there. He works 4 days a week underground, and on Thursday afternoons when he finishes work, he drives straight down to Newcastle just to see me and spend his 3 day weekend with me. The fact that he's willing to drive straight from work to my house after being awake since 5.30 in the morning is one thing, but the fact that he's willing to spend the only days he has off during the week with me, at my house, instead of going and spending time with his mates, or doing what ever he wants, is confirmation enough that Jarrod is the best boyfriend in the world. And I'm lucky enough to call him mine :).

Today is March 11th, our 6 month anniversary, and I can honestly say that these past 6 months have been life changing and forever memorable because every second I spend with Jarrod I feel ecstatically happy, proud and grateful for every smile, every laugh, every kiss, every hug, every glance, every second I come into contact with him.

Another reason Jarrod is the best is because he has to put up with alot of crap from me :D. I'm lazy, I'm messy, I'm immature, I dont have a job, I dont have a license, I can be selfish, I tend to rely on him too much, I'm stubborn (but so is he :P), I dont always listen to him when he's trying to help me and he has to put up with my occasional emotional outbursts. I dont know too many boys who'd be willing to put up with that in a girlfriend.

But Jarrods different.

He's one of the funniest people I know. He ALWAYS makes me laugh, no matter what. If I'm sad, he cheers me up, he encourages me, looks after me, helps me, is always there for me.

Laying in bed with him is my favourite thing in the world. It doesnt matter if I've got my head on his chest and his arms around me, or if he's on my chest and my arms around him, because everything feels like its where it should be, and its as if we're in our own little world where all we do is laugh and lay under the covers smiling at each other for hours. If he kisses my nose, I'll kiss his.

I can put him to sleep by rubbing his head or stroking his face, and if I have a bad dream, he's there when I wake up, and if he has a bad dream, I'm there when he wakes up. Every morning I wake up when he rolls over to hug me, and we just lay there. I'm always scared to kiss him because of my horrible morning breath, but he says he doesnt care. :) I love him.

When we get Subway he orders mine now because he knows what I like. And when he finishes his first (I'm a slow eater) I automatically hand him mine so he can have a bite because I know he wants to :)

I love that after he plays a game of call of duty and I'm laying on the bed behind him reading a book, he'll turn around and say "I just went to TOWN in that game" :) And even though he plays it for around 2-4 hours a day while I'm laying behind him reading getting a little ticked off, I realise its his thing, and if he enjoys it, I should let him go. I do love it though that between games he'll come and hug me and kiss me and call me his Little Chicken :D.

He's my beautiful boy.

He has the most beautiful face and body. His skin is so soft, and he has awesome arm muscles, I always get him to flex so I can grab them haha. He hates that if he doesnt shave his beard it gets itchy, but he knows I like it so he keeps it for me. In the shower he likes me to wash his back then run my nails all over it, and when i get up to his neck he always gets the shivers because it tickles him. HIs chest and shoulders are one of my favorite things about him. His chest is comfortable to rest my head on, and when I hug him I love to run my hands over his shoulders.He has the most beautiful curly hair that I love to play with, and the cutest dimple above his top lip. His eyes are the most beautiful shade of brown.

I love it when he sings in the car to the CD and makes up little dance moves or taps my legs to the beat. Or when he replaces the lyrics with Chicken titty mouse or boom. I can guarantee that in the car the CD's he plays the most are The Hives, Enter Shikari, Alexisonfire, Fall of Troy and Regina Spektor, and sometimes, because he knows I love them, He puts the Doors on and we sing along to the mega long solos. "Come on baby light my fire."

I like when we play God Of War on playstation he'll spin the controller around so that Kratos, the player on the screen, will be going around in circles while Jarrod sings circus type music.

We fight about petty things like music and movies, but only because we're both stubborn and love both of those things, but sometimes we fight about big important things, and each of us is angry or dissapointed in the other, but I know that no matter how big the fight, we're willing to talk it through and not let it fester and ruin things for the both of us. I'm willing to admit I'm wrong where its due, and so is he. I'd never let an argument or disagreement deter my feelings towards him, because I love him too much.

Throughout the week I miss him more then anything. It feels like theres a space in my chest thats empty until Thursday night at 7pm rolls around when it suddenly becomes full as soon as I see his green car pull up, and see him walking up the front path to my door. Or, if I'm going to Muswellbrook to see him, as soon as we hit the Muswellbrook side of Singleton with that one long straight road that seems to go on forever, i get aggitated and excited and i just cant wait until i come up over that hill and see muswellbrook and know that he's only a matter of minutes away. Without him I feel lonely, and with him I feel whole. He's my best friend and my soul mate, and I treasure him so very much. I feel I shall be with him forever, and if that doesnt mean as boyfriend/girlfriend or husband and wife, then it means that I'm never letting him go because I'll make sure he stays my friend. I've never met someone with whom iI get along so well and so effortlessly, or whom I feel so comfortable or happy around. I'd never forgive myself for letting him slip through my fingers or treating him bad or letting him get hurt. He's my world, my everything, my love. Nothing can compare to his hugs or the smell of his skin, his smile or the way he says I love you.

He's what I go to sleep thinking about, and what I wake up for.

Thinking about everything he's done for me, how long he waited for me, how much he puts up with from me makes me wonder why he hasnt got some sort of medal or why he hasnt been made a saint.

'Saint Jarrod, patron saint of what it means to love someone, and what boyfriends should be like'. That sounds about right.

I love you Jarrod, and I always, always will.

CH-CH-CH-CH-CHANGES!

2009-11-28T07:56:00.000-08:00

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.

2009-11-28T06:46:00.001-08:00

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

Brookus.

Oh yeah? Come here a minute!

2009-11-09T00:45:00.000-08:00

*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!

2009-10-20T21:02:00.000-07:00

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?

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!!!

2009-07-15T04:42:00.000-07:00

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

2009-07-12T03:05:00.000-07:00

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

2009-07-08T18:08:00.000-07:00

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

She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry

2009-05-29T05:10:00.001-07:00

I hope to one day be as elegant as Marlene Dietrich

I think I may be a freak of nature thats on par with hurricanes and flooding.

I mean,there hasnt been any official tests and the like,but you can usually tell such things for yourself.

I seem to find myself in a pickle.

I've found that I'm not sure on what I REALLY want.

Its not as simple as deciding whether I want to wear red socks or white socks today, but its a decision that has been nagging away at my brain for some time, only I tend to ignore such nagging issues as I dont have the time for them.

My dilemma is this- I'm not sure whether I really want to be in a relationship, or whether I just like the fact that a boy likes me. I'll do what ever I can in my power to get him to like me, not even sure within myself if I like him, but once I know I've got him hooked, I feel a sense of achievement, and I like to keep it that way, stringing along the poor boy just so that I can experience the feeling of knowing that someone fancies me. And then I feel jealousy at the slight inkling that they might like someone else..

Most of the time I do tend to fall for the boy, who wouldnt? But still, I'm wondering if this is how I'll base my relationships for my entire life... or if I'll wake up to myself and learn to let these poor lads off the hook,and stop playing games with them,and ultimately,myself.

I've made up my mind.

It stops here.

I dont need to do this to anyone,and no one needs this done to them.

If theres one thing that my year 12 retreat has taught me, its that people see me as a strong, courageous,confident,quirky young girl who doesnt care what people think of her,and stands for what she believes in.

And by golly I think I agree with them.

I feel an epiphany coming on, set to the inspirational music of start me up by the Rolling stones.

YES!

"IF YOU START ME UP! IF YOU START ME UP I NEVER STOP!"

Thankyou Mister Jagger. For I am going on a diet of the soul. Lets see how I can go with acting a little more mature,and paying more attention to everything..

It's exciting isnt it? Almost as exciting as sitting around the Tv eating chocolate and seeing who's getting kicked off the prime time reality TV show this week.

In other news, I've developed a love of Cambels chunky soup.It is what happiness would taste like in soup form,with chunks of good times thrown in among it.

Now I know why Andy Warhol painted a can of soup, he must of liked it as much as I do.

*Current annoyance of the week*

I HAVE A SORE BACK!

Its sore like a mother ucker. I feel like I'm an 87 year old woman who's spent her life hunched over a spinning wheel, and I have no idea why.

Maybe its my ridiculously bad posture as of late..

but lets not jump to hasty conclusions now... :D

I've been walking around the house groaning like an old Jewish man in a modern society and stretching my back out like some sort of 1980's fitness video instructor.

*Current love of the week*

THE ADRIAN MOLE BOOKS!

Sent to me by the wonderful Willow (no,not some sort of wondrous book giving tree,but a lovely lady who I've become friends with through my mum) These books are the diary of Adrian Mole and they start when he's aged 13 3/4, and they go through until he's 16. There is only 2 of them,but they are a day by day account of his life, and they are bloody fantastic. I LOVE them. They are so funny,sad,witty, edgy and daring, they are simply brill. ;D so thankyou again Willow for those books, I enjoyed every minute of them :D

Other then that, I dont have to much to say because I'm fair tired and sore, so I shall depart to go watch a movie. I bid you all a good night,good morning, good afternoon, good evening and I hope all is well in your life.

Too ra until it's hello!

Brookus

Cheese is a kind of meat

2009-05-09T06:24:00.000-07:00

Alert the mayor, stop the presses!

Everything is nifty in the land of Brooke.

Time has a way of healing things. Its like some sort of magical herb or pill.

So what have I got to rant about now? I shall inform you,if you'll follow me to the next line..

REALITY TELEVISION!

I dont watch television. I tried,and I hated it. Its a horrible experience and I ended up walking away shaky and sweaty and needed to lie down for a minute. What is wrong with our idea of entertainment these days?! How did we go from watching the comedic shenanigans of a military base in M*A*S*H, to watching half naked lesbians roll around in a mud pit,fighting for the affections of someone?

Since when did watching people lose weight, cook meals, find love, win money, try out for musicals and spend 3 months inside the one house become prime time television that simply cant be missed?

I would really like to know where the morbid fascination for these shows starts,and where it will end. Its like some sort of bad taste program vomit that just keeps coming, and its got large chunks of indecent exposure, cat fights, invasion of privacy and foul mouthed bogans.

The main offender for these types of shows is MTV.

MTV is like the boss of what goes on in the reality tv world.

Its the large fat woman with a horrible hairy mole,bad breath and deathly sweat stains who seems to be in charge, was at the top of her game in her youth and has just gone bad with age and resorted to bad,flaky make up and sour smelling perfume to cover up the horrible mess she's become.

MTV stands for Music TeleVision.

But if you turn it on nowadays,you'll find music has been asked to move away because its blocking the view of the tacky, yet popular, reality tv shows. Some of these shows include a show where a bisexual woman brings 10 boys and 1o lesbians into her giant mansion and gets them to compete for her affection,and somewhere in this mix she's supposedly meant to find her true love..

now,call me old fashioned, but I dont believe love is discovered through a series of games and eliminations broadcast world wide while the love-looker fannies about the place in heels, shorts so short and tops so low that it looks like a sausage has burst on either end.

But hey. If it sells, then it really doesn't matter what happens,does it?

And then theres all these dance and singing shows. I think its great that we broadcast the talent of our nation, but really,the most interesting part of those shows is watching the hilariously bad auditions done by people convinced they're top notch singers/dancers with a shot at making the big time and impressing the judges so much that their ties fly and up and they're sent straight though to Sydney.Most of these people are just bogans who've been on the smoke a bit to much, or people who've spent to much time at home in the lounge room watching video clips and making their own 90's boy band routine to the songs.

The newest show to jump on the bandwagon is masterchef.

Didn't we all grasp that after all those Jamie Oliver shows got cancelled, ready steady cook and Hueys cooking adventures all got moved to being shown at 11 am when no ones home to watch them,and the only reason that Gordon Ramsey was still on TV was because he swears heaps, that cooking shows just DONT have the same tv show quality that other programs do? I cant remember a time when the perfectly grilled steak or a finely diced cinnamon stick was edge of your seat enough to be broadcast into peoples homes every night at 7.

crazy.

In all, TV is going crazy. You've only got to look at the programs your kids watch to understand why they're all so hard to relate to, dress and speak like an gangster, start drinking so young, know far to many swear words and wear clothes that are so revealing they look like they were made for some sort of sexual practical joke.

So here, in my old fashioned personal taste, is a list of my favourite television programs. Shows that range from classic, to off beat and silly :D I own most of these on DVD as they dont get shown on television anymore unfortunately.

1. The mighty boosh

2. The Brady Bunch

3. The IT Crowd

4. The Office

5. The Lucy Show/I love Lucy

6. Antiques Roadshow

:D thats all for now. My rant is over, and I hope you all enjoyed, I shall be back as soon as I feel I have something of interest to talk about :P

too ra blog readers!

Brookus

The best medicine is back on track with his Burger King girlfriend.

2009-04-19T23:55:00.000-07:00

Heart break is the topic of the day.

It hurts,its ugly,and I've got a large serving of it,and I'm not allowed to leave the dinner table until I've finished it.

I've never understood heartbreak. I've only ever liked 3 boys enough in my entire life to ever experience what its like to care for someone.

The first 2 of these 3 cant even really be considered relationships,more of a small crush that was dragged out into oblivion.

But the 3rd was amazing. It was perfect. It was storybook, it was the funnest 3 months I've ever had in my entire life. Lewis was the best friend made in heaven. And he was mine until I got caught up in the fear of realisation at the fact that I'd gotten so far into something I never thought I'd achieve, and broke it off.

Worst mistake of my life, and the most life changing.

I've never felt more sorry in my life.

Never been so sad in my entire life.

Never cried so much in my entire life.

Never hated myself more in my entire life.

Never wanted someone back more in my entire life.

It feels like my chest is slowly filling up with boiling hot soapy water,and with each slosh and rising level, I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the regrets and sadness of free will and the power of choice.

I've always HATED all those stupid love songs that talk about how much love drives you crazy and makes you do stupid things. I always thought that what they were talking about was so fake and silly and tacky.

But now I get it.
I get that when you meet someone and they seem to make everything around you feel like it suddenly makes sense, that the world becomes a completely new place, and happiness takes on a new meaning.

that maybe all the friendships you've ever had in your entire life were just shallow puddles compared to the ocean your now swimming in.

that all those times you had crushes on boys and always thought they meant so much to you were so vain and pathetic compared to how much this one person DOES mean to you.

I get that their what you to go bed thinking of,and what you wake up for.

they can make you smile with the smallest of gestures.

that when you see that something you've done has hurt them,that it feels like you've just crushed a small childs hopes and dreams and seeing the fear in its eyes when it realises the world isnt all good.

when you realise how much you meant to someone, and didnt realise it, or chose to take it for granted.

I understand now how your whole body takes a beating when your heat doesn't feel like working all day everyday. its become lazy and chooses not to feel,or to feel to much.

that your mind begins to taunt you about decisions and how big of a rut you've gotten yourself into, and challenges you as to whether you deserve to get back out.

I understand now that the worst thing to see in the world is the pain you placed in the eyes of the one you love, and know that no matter how hard you work to clean it away, it'll always stain,and it'll always hurt.

I understand that no amount of sorry's ever really mean the sorry your trying to say.

I understand what it truly means to miss someone, and to try and hold on to the past when you know you've tainted the future.

I understand the hatred someone can feel for someone else and their actions,and have never fully understood the justification for that anger until now.

I understand I was,am,will be wrong.

and I understand now what pain,and life really feels like.

Now I understand what the countless singers and song writers over the years were trying to express and warn us about. If I'd listened, I might have been able to voice my problems,instead of trying to figure them out on my own, and making them worse.

For those of you who are married, you'll know what it means to love someone, and how much it would hurt to lose that person. They're your life. They're your soul. They're your other half that supports you,and you to them.

I may only be 17 years old, but the first taste of love will always be an experience to judge other samples of love against. I may never find someone who's as wonderful as lewis, who loved me as much as he did, but I hope to the higher being who watches over us all that Lewis finds someone who loves him as much as I loved him,and will care about him as much as I continue to care about him.

So, this is what they call growing and learning? Well, I can say that on this first meeting with it, it's proven a powerful and overbearing enemy.

For now, I've got to wait. And continue to check the pocket watch, then wait some more.

The waiting is the worst part.

Until next time amigo's

Brookus.

It is said that his enemies would go blind from over-exposure to pure awesomeness!

2009-03-15T21:55:00.000-07:00

OH HAI!

We've got a problemo here. I seem to be neglecting my blog a little to much dont I? If my blog were baby, I'm sure I'd have some hideous court case against me and it'd be put into a foster home.

hmm. Yes. This needs to stop :D

On a lighter note-HELLO BLOG READERS!

I've been working hard and hardly working. Being in year 12 is as hard as trying to work out my mums iphone. But alas. Its a good time. and there aint no party like my nanas tea party.

Side note- I finally got a hair cut! It took a million years, while crossing the desert of a thousand "maybe laters" and many please pleases but I now have shorter hair and I love it. Thankyou mum for this rad cut. I am forever in your debt.

I wonder how many people actually read these things? I would like to know if people acknowledge their existence or if these blog websites are here to create a false sense of acknowledgment for people who think that people read their thoughts and ponder them.

:D for me personally, I reckon its just my family who reads it. So I'll say hey to them now, and thanks for reading,without you, I might not have an audience with whom i can share my infinite 17 year old wisdom with. :D

But in all seriousness, I would like to carry out an experiment. If you read this blog, I would like you to post me a comment with a witty remark. :D please and thankyou.

Current passion of the week-

The website "I can has cheezeburger"

see more Lolcats and funny pictures

I have been perusing this website for a week now and I have been giggling my bum off, and now expect my cat and dog to suddenly do funny things like the animals in the pictures. Who would of thought that animals caught in funny positions on camera accompanied by funny captions could be so hilariously entertaining.

I shun all the non believers.

Current annoyance of the week-

EXAMS!

How original,a human being who hates being tested. Yes,well. Go eat your lemon meringue pie. I gots some complaining to do. I really dont get why exams are so formal and official. I dont mind them as much now as I used to,but still. I find it extremely difficult to sit still for 2 hours while trying to complete a 3 section paper without day dreaming about what would happen at that precise moment if Willie Wonka suddenly burst into the room and offered everyone free chocolate and joy rides around his factory.

I'm surprised I even get one blog post done without wandering off and frolicking in the long grass and mud when theres a million other things I know I should be doing. My attention span is as short as I am tall.

And in the end, I know what subjects I'm good or bad at,I dont need a piece of paper with crap marks on it to tell me.

And now,for some art-

Irina Ionesco is a fairly interesting and provocative photographer that I developed a liking of. Not for everyone of course, but still worth a check out.

Well. Its almost 11.30 pm. I'm tired. I have a bed,and humans usually sleep in them. All the classic signs of the fact that I should be sleeping. And dont fret. I'll now be posting regularly in short tid bits instead of epic tales of woe and love and turmoil...all the usual stuff that occures in the life of Brooke Munce.

Also,its almost winter,BRILL!! Bring on the cold weather and stockings! I'll have to post a photo of my stocking collection. You'll gasp in awe and leave with a sense of fulfillment and joy because of it....well,not quite. But at least pretend to so that I feel like me and my stockinged legs make a difference to someone's life :D

With that, I say Aloha, auf Wiedersehen, bon soir, sayonara, and all those good bye things, baby.

too ra!

Brookus

FOUR! I mean FIVE! I mean FIRE!

2009-02-11T22:47:00.000-08:00

Welcome Welcome,come in,come in. Yes even you sir with the hideous lime green blazer on.

This will be a relatively short blog,well,I'm hoping. Once I get on a roll I cant stop.. much like the coins you drop at the checkout which always seem to look like their rolling in a marathon to be the first one to reach under the counter where absolutely no human hand could possibly reach them, rendering them useless,and forcing you to put back that Kit Kat.

anywhoo,just came on here to drop off some tid bits about myself.

Item one-

I LOVE THE BEATLES!

They are amazing. Fantabulous. Magic. Mystical. Dreamy. Hilarious. Cheeky. Priceless. Lovable. Brill ace. Unique. Gods. :D

My Favourite Beatle is Ringo, and I know some would argue a strong point that he was a lesser Beatle, but they are wrong. Oh so very wrong. You've only got to watch Ringo perform and be himself and he is the very essence of what it means to be a Beatle-cheeky,fun,living in the moment and entertaining. :D god bless him.

Not the mention the fact he is amazingly gorgeous and his voice is as smooth as ice cream.. The same goes for paul and George :)

These are 3 of my favourite photos of the Beatles. One is Ringo playing the Lion from a midsummer nights dream,one is Paul in glasses, and one is of the group. :D

Item two-

art art apple tart, I crush it up and make it fun,smash on the canvas OH!! look how it runs. it smells like pie,but looks like paint. Doesn't the dear canvas look so quaint?

And now its time for show and tell, just a few of my art works that I can upload on here propers :D

Also,I'm going to give a shout out to some of my Favorite People-

Hannah-

Hannah will read your mind and exclaim the exact words you were planning on saying. Like "muggy" and touch door handles at the exact time you do. She's part of a sinister club called the Boffins. Sound scary? WELL THEY ARE! Their so tough they'll walk through pouring rain to scavenge food, led by the notorious navigator Boffin Hannah. She's a nasty piece of work who'll drink all your coffee and leave your house energized like a battery in a porn film.

Lewis-

Will throw his epic frisbee and make you run and fetch it. After which he'll draw all over everything you own and steal your guitar hero and ice tea. They call him the frisguitea tagger. Some say he's half sharpie, others say he was born out of a spray can in the back alleys of office works. Either way,his name is Lewis.

Chris-

He owns a beast car. Drives around at night looking for trouble. To be safe,please lock away all trouble and do NOT give him your American mustard,no matter how much he begs. Will succumb when threatened with a leaf blower, and will pierce your ears when your not looking..its his calling card. Always has a buffet of delicious foods, and wears glow sticks as leg warmers when in his femme fatal disguise. He's very attentive, he knows you wee in the shower.

See you all later on!

Tallyhoe!

later gators

Brooke

I like to imagine Jesus in a tuxedo shirt

2009-01-18T06:01:00.000-08:00

ALLO ALLO!

EVENING ALL!

I TIP MY HAT TO YOU SIR!

HOk. So. Blog. Blog.

Well Christmas was a blast! I had my first alcoholic beverage. And it took me an over an hour to get through,and nothing happened. With all the hype the kids at school give grog and its after effects, I expected some dramatic change to take place, like suddenly I'd grow an grow an extra pair of legs with had a mind of their own and kicked everyone as I went past.

But sadly no. Nothing happened and I was left feeling a little let down.. I dunno what kind of experience everyone else is having,but I'm sure as heck not invited to that party!

Hmmm.. I really need a new bra. I'm stuck with this flesh coloured number that I've had for to long and officially has become part of my body..though it sadly looks odd for the fact that the flesh colour of the bra is darker then my actual skin,which is so white and translucent you can actually see the food working its way through my stomach through the skin. I charge the kids $5 to come see how the digestive system works and thats there science reports done. I've become something of a local legend. They think I'm half ghost..

How quaint. I've been wearing a bra for almost 10 years now. Its weird when your 9 and you start growing up,out,diagonal,round and sideways..I felt like Violet Beauregard in Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory when she swells and swells after eating the gum... except I didn't turn purple and I didn't need to be rolled away by oompa loompa's..

But everyone else seemed to remain the same 9 year old shape and didnt look like they'd started each day by taking the shoulder pads out of their mums jackets and sewn them onto the chest area of their school uniform.

By the time everyone had grown chests as big as mine and reached the stage of obvious puberty and entered the room of "being a woman" I'd been sitting in that room having been the first to arrive to that party. I'd read the "WELCOME TO YOUR TEEN YEARS!" banner thousands of times,sampled the mini spring rolls,drank numerous amounts of punch and had a little jig to the "best of 80's" double cd playing. I'd resorted to flicking through the stack of horrible,gossipy teen magazines,licking my thumb and turning the pages, having muttered conversations with myself over the Britney Spears saga,when suddenly I look up and see a few girls come shuffling in nervously and I shout "ABOUT TIME! DID YOU NOT THINK TO LET ME KNOW YOU'D BE LATE WHEN YOU R.S.V.P'D?!"

I'm also driving now.. I've had my license for about..well over a year and I was/kinda am terrified of driving,having convinced myself that my lack of concentration/coordination/road knowledge will eventually lead to a car crash ruining many peoples cars and a very nice shiny, red post box. But after being shoved in the front seat and strapped in, I was forced to drive, and can so far say all cars are in tact,and post boxes need not fear. I'm a steady driver,but when it comes to parking, I fail like a nun trying to flirt. Car parks are my arch foe, and when faced with parking in one of those meticulous boxes marked out by 2 white lines,well I just about lose it. When trying to park,I somehow managed to end up parking on top of that white line, rendering the car parks on either side of me useless...which may or may not have been my evil plan from the beginning as some sort of revenge against the evil car parks of the world.

Also-

I just adore the 1920's and thought I'd share with you some of the magic from this amazing era. My 2 favorite actresses' from the 20's are Clara Bow and Louise Brooks, both women who we're feisty and courageous and who both didn't survive the talkies,and ended up spiraling into oblivion,only to be catapulted to the pillar of immortal because of their amazing works. :D

Clara Bow

Louise Brooks

Well,all that said and done, I'm gonna head off and look for a bowler hat :D

thankyou ever so for reading,and I'll catch you cool cats on the flip flop later!

too ra!

Brookus

I live in a giant bucket.

2008-12-11T23:27:00.000-08:00

Dwight Schrute:

I saw Wedding Crashers, accidentally. I bought a ticket for Grizzly Man and went into the wrong theatre. After an hour I figured I was in the wrong theatre but I kept waiting. That's the thing about bear attacks, they come when you least expect it.

Wellity Wellity!

I find myself back here again, after a rather long departure I must say. Terribly sorry about that readers but I was trapped in the great assessment avalanche of 2008.

But now that I'm in year 12 I've found that over night mt homework seems to have gained an extra 1000 meters and climbing to the top is damned near impossible. For one thing my pens keep running out, and my folder is getting harder and harder to close because of the large wad of paper inside of it growing ever steadily thicker.

I need to employ a helper monkey.

So, what has miss Walcott been up to you ask dear children?

Well. Alot it seems!

Where to begin....

For one thing, me and Lewis had out first date. It was brill ace! :D He didnt turn up on a flying carpet sadly...but i kept my disappointment hidden well..i gave him a mass stink eye session which I passed off for me squinting because of the sun :D

We sat in the park for 3 hours talking and dodging the evil family throwing a boomerang around... narrowly missing us by meters...and talked about life..and the fact that one curious bug chose to crawl up under my skirt and up my leg....

I also went to a rather fun PARTAY...it was bible themed, and me and my chum Kathleen decided to go as lads :D

I must say, if there was a prize for best dressed, me and Kath would have won and done the glory lap.Our home made foundation beards were a crowd favourite, and more manly then many of the boys natural grown beards :D Jealousy was high that night.

I look more like a confused 1970's free loader who's stockings got caught in a bramble bush.

BUS UPDATE!

This week on the busasode-

There is a dude who gets on my bus, and I swear he thinks no one else can see him, because he freely stares at you, even though your staring straight back at him, thinking in your head "is he gunna realise I'm not looking through him, but looking at him?"

No. He didnt.

This same dude then later in the trip then started to pick his nose..but not even in a inconspicuous way, for eg, using the pinky finger, but he actually just dived in and started mining for gold. Now, when you see a small child full on going at his nose like a coal miner, you can usually be grossed out but still excuse him... but when a full grown man in his late 20's early 30's does this, the gross factor/gag reflex alert starts going off and you question the credibility of the situation. Certain questions come to mind- "is he for real? When will it end?! How many boogers does he have stashed up there? Are his diggings some kind of natural resource commissioned by the government giving him some sort of right to freely go on an expedition in public?"

To make things worse, every time he'd bring a load out on his finger, he'd examine it, I suspect to judge the weight and value of it, then wipe it on his bus pass, resulting in sort of a loading dock for his boogers, out in the open for the rest of the over crowded bus to see. This went on for I'm guessing at least 5-7 minutes, until he'd excavated enough area and deemed the site and clean, and ready for rejuvenation.

I'm guessing the whole time I was watching him my face looked like a mixture of this- :| :O

and after, his face looked like this- :)..he was content.

Well I'm glad he was happy cause the rest of the bus then spent the remainder of the trip eyeing him apprehensively waiting for the next act of freakiness to occur.

All the while he still thinks he's cleverly invisible and that none of the other 30 passengers just saw anything.

Then, yesterday a man on the bus tapped me on the shoulder,took in a big breath and started a long tangent of maths equations..well I'm guessing they were maths equations cause he was speaking so fast I had no idea what the flip he was talking about, all I know is the whole time he was reciting his mumblings to me he didn't blink, and kept pointing in my face... I just turned around and was luckily getting off at the next stop.

I swear, all the freaks on the bus think its perfectly ok to strike up a conversation with you, even though your obviously not listening. i.e you've got your ipod in, or your sitting 3 seats in front of them and their shouting the conversation at you.

On another note, I have realised that I really very much dislike religion. I must say that its caused pretty much every problem we have in the world,and really, is a very boring and monotonous subject at school. I., personally, if I had to classify myself under a certain category, would call myself a Spiritualist. Meaning, I believe in a higher power, life after death, the existence of spirits.

You may say, "Brooke, you believe in spirits? Their not even real! Get yourself to church and start praying to God and Jesus who live up above in a cloudy kingdom."

Well. Let me ask you Mr. Enquirer, do we have proof God is real? No. So whats so wrong with me believing in something that may or may not exist.. and really, has more scientific proof then God almighty does.

My 17 year old opinion. I'd rather believe in the power of my own self, and that the actions and thoughts of myself give meaning and purpose to life, not Gods love, as we've been told in class.

Other then that, this week I bring you my current burning passion, and it happens to be the wondiferous, brill and inspiring Tim Burton

His amazing and beautiful stop motion animation films, short films, normal films and imaginative characters have captivated me for some time now, and I am just in love with his art style, ideas and concept of the world and how he can appropriate it.

3 of my favourite Tim Burton works would have to be:

1. His 1982 short film vincent-

2.1990 film Edward Scissorhands- because of Tim's brilliant ability to make take isolation and self discovery and make them into the character of Edward, who, with his Scissorhands, is always unable to make contact with the world, because he will ultimately destroy it.

3. 1993 film The Nightmare before christmas- because of the breakthrough it made to stop motion animation,and the amazing characters and concept, setting and emotion within the film.

Ironically I've been told I resemble a female Edward Scissorhands mixed in with Sweeney Todd.. I think its the pale skin and hair that does it.....It may also be the fact that I have scissors for hands which I utilise by giving men close shaves and slitting their throats halfway through....

I also went and saw TWILIGHT yesterday on the premier day, and I must say, I flippin LOVED it! I love the book series, and the film was almost as good, but defiantly an amazing experience. We all screamed when the lights went down and the opening scene started. I laughed, cried, swooned and clapped like a maniac at the end when the credits started roll.

I highly recommend it, if not for the story, at least for the achievement of what a small $30 millionfilm directed by one woman it is. :D Brilliant. It has a cast of relatively unknown actors which is grand because it showcases the fresh talent in Hollywood today.

4/5 stars.

Well. Having said all I think I need to, I shall retire.

For now!

But I shall be back before christmas to do a christmas wishes blog.

Well, Later gators!

have a brill ace evening.

Brooke.

2008-11-12T00:30:00.000-08:00

Ello Poppits :D

Well! It seems that Buddha's up there saying "go Brooke go!" cause lately I've been going!

First update is that my crush on the Marcus lad lasted all of 3 weeks. After spending 4 periods a week drooling all over my english work with a glazed expression on my face perving on Marcus, I realised enough was enough...and that all my writing had run together and made it damned near impossible to decipher the notes I'd taken during the lesson.

Note to self- when checking out boys in class,be sure to have work securely encased in plastic sleeves, and wear a raincoat..trying to explain why the front of your shirt is damp is quite tricky.

Brooke out and about!

About 3 weeks ago I embarked on an art excursion to sculptures by the sea in Sydney. It was a wonderful day full of squeezing through small pathways crammed full of countless Chinese, Indian and Americans. May I ask, why do people suddenly become totally incompetent when in a crowd? For some reason people think its perfectly fine to stop right in the middle of the path. blocking the way of the thousands of other people trying to make their way up the path to see artworks they pretend they understand but on the inside are thinking " I dont get it...3 iron bars twisted into the formation of a pretzel...why is that? Is it a metaphorical statement that the Sydney has bad pretzels? Make a mental note not to buy Sydney baked goods..."

There was some amazing art works though, and I also learnt that the local Bondi Mcdonalds is home to the pigeons who roam the street outside,and that Bondi Beach is home to at least 2 bums and a man who looks like he's jiving as he's crossing the street in incredibly short blue hot pants.

Another good thing from the art excursion was that I met Lewis, a boy who does art in my year at school who added me on myspace the day after the excursion. Needless to say we got on like a house on fire,minus the burning bodies and loss of all personal possessions. I soon came to realise that this young chap has developed what those in know would call a "crush".

Hallelujah! The droughts broken. Finally someone saw through the mass of half naked orange, blonde haired zombies and saw me in the corner sketching away in my art diary and singing along rather loudly to Hey Jude by The Beatles...considering myself to be lyrically on par with Paul McCartney.... I'm guessing those listening would beg to differ.

But Lewis is a swell lad who I'm very glad to be friends with...maybe something more in the future,who knows! We'll see where this journey leads me. :D

For a while I have been interested in graffiti..not actually performing the act of graffiti..I dont possess the stamina to out run the fuzz or the craft to step back and be proud of the work, but admiring it... and mainly admiring the work of a British graffiti artist Banksy. His work is amazing and sends wonderful political and social messages, and has remained a mystery as to who he is or what he looks like...his art is identity enough. I fully salute Banksy and his skillful,provocative and powerful work.

His website is- www.banksy.co.uk/

What else is there to report in my life at the present stage?

OH! On one of my horrid bus trips, a seedy looking guy in his mid to late 20's turned around to face me the other day and announce that he "has a really sore shoulder" and would I mind "giving him a back rub?"

Er,no. I dont think any person in their right mind would give you a back rub mate,not even in a hazmat suit with 2 pitbulls waiting at the ready to pounce and kill what ever bacteria evolved creature emerges from under your beanie or fingernails.

Did he really think I'd oblige and say-"why yes. Yes I think I could spare a few minutes and pamper you and your sore shoulder. Let me just get out the oil and whack the 'ocean breeze and whale calls' CD into the CD player to calm you down and ease the tension."

Current excitement of the week-

Having the Obama Pajama Banana party with my best friends Maddie and Billie on friday. Yes, we're not American, but to commemorate the event, we thought we'd celebrate with a movie marathon watching movies that have African American leading roles. While wearing pajamas. And eating bananas..the fruit and the lolly kind.

Also looking forward to my first ever date. :D Lewis has asked me out on a date, and I said yes. Only problem is..I've never been on one before... therefor are a little anxious as to what goes on whilst on a date...I'm beginning to think anything could happen... for some reason my image of a first date goes along the lines of Aladdin and Jasmin's first date in the Disney movie Aladdin. So, if Lewis doesn't show up in a turban,riding a flying carpet that takes us to places such as Egypt and China, or flying along disturbing a flock of flamingo's then I'm going to be severely disappointed.

Disney set me up with alot of ideals and expectations when I was little...Take the movie Toy Story.For a while I was convinced that after I left my room my toys magically came to life and went about their business...so much so that I'd always leave my door open a crack and pretend to walk away, by standing in the one spot and stamping my feet, getting softer and softer as I "walked away"....

I was also convinced that animals could talk, but you had to be a princess in order to hear them, and that if the evil villain dies, like the witch in Snow White, then it was perfectly fine and the prince/man who just murdered them had no regrets what so ever, just as long as they kept their evil powers away from his lady!

Ahh. The innocence of childhood....the ignorance of adolescents :D

Current Annoyance of the week-

The fact that my school shoes broke. The Bottoms of them came off, and the black leathery stuff around the ends of them, near my toes started to peel off and when I walked it looked like Groucho Marx in shoe form.

My dad proceeded to super glue them back together,but I somehow managed to break them within a week...so in art class decided to tape them up...and so have now been going around school with my shoes taped up at the ends...with dirt and rocks and small children getting stuck in the exposed sticky bits :D

Well. I think that is all for now Soul Daddies and Groove Mamas.

Until next time!

Brookus

What's a girl to do?

2008-10-22T00:20:00.000-07:00

Greetings!

I'm back with another blog, and have decided on a very important matter.

While watching Bridget Jones's diary, I found myself having an revelation. I realised I myself am very similar to miss Jones, and should try my hand at talking about my own problems and bad habits in a teenagers version of a diary- a blog :D

So. Lets go shall we?

First week of year 12 over and done with. Started out as normal- Me awaking at 6.30 am only to continually press the snooze button until 7 am trying to delay the inevitable moment of waking up. Even when sleeping I'm procrastinating...

I catch public transport to and from school, a burden bestowed upon me from some horrible deed I committed in a past life I'm sure. I liken riding the bus to the experience of being trapped inside of a schizophrenic persons mind. You get on and are instantly presented with 30 different people all with their own story that they will,eventually, tell you while they've got you boxed in and trapped up against the window side of the seat. I've sat next to all walks of life, stoners who think they need to point out the wonderful patterns in the bus seats, alcoholics who secretly sip beer out of what they think is a cleverly disguised beer bottle in a brown paper bag, and a particularly large woman who always smells like urine and likes to lean over you and look at what songs your listening to on your ipod or what your writing in your text message:

"hey man, there appears to be a rather large woman who smells like a urinal leaning over me reading what I'm texting, thinking she's being so James Bond in her sneaky ways. Hello! I can see you!! :D"

And then there's him. The gorgeous, mysterious and funny Marcus. The boy I've thought was quite a nice bit of crumpet since my first day at my new school this year. With his long, brown,shoulder length hair, heavy set brow, dark eyes, pierced ears and exceptional talents on the bass, he gives off the illusion of an incredibly good looking rock'n'roll pirate. I spend most of my time sitting on the bus listening to soppy love songs and peeking at him from the corner of my eye trying to make that critical eye contact, only to shyly look away. :)

I doubt he spends his time doing the same to me. Though I find it hard to believe that no one notices me sitting there positively blinding people with the sun reflecting off my marble white skin :D

First period of the day- religion. Great. Back to reality. Back to a catholic school where religion is compulsory and no one gives a hoot. I get it already. God is great, and we're all in a massive debt to his inextricable love. Now,if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do then worry about what never actually happened 2000 odd years ago when Jesus roamed the earth.

Like that fact that I'm in year 12 now and will actually have to put in a 100% in everything I do, and will more then likely drive myself insane with the amount of art works,sewing and performances I'll have to in order to finish school..... and that fact that I look like a vampire and should be found dwelling in dark corners of brick castles sipping blood out of an extra large cup,cursing farmers for continuing to grow onions and being deathly afraid of getting large splinters driven into my chest.

I dont even need a costume for Halloween. And I always win best dressed :D.

*current annoyance of the week*- Chain emails about love. Who ever sends them should really be shot because they only ever make the people in relationships feel better, while the rest of us are left feeling alone and sad, wondering "when is it my turn?". Thats the big question on my lips at the present moment. When is it my turn to have a guy scoping me out and observing me from across the room in english like I do to Marcus? Because really, unless your willing to dye your hair a horrible platinum blonde,fake tan yourself to a complexion close to that of a pumpkin and flit around in the tiniest skirt known to man( and trust me, man would know how tiny the tiniest skirt is) then there's little or no chance of being seen. Especially if your idea of a good time is antiquing and op-shopping instead of spending hours in a tiny bikini and oversized glasses down on the beach checking out the surfies catching some gnarly waves. Chances are if I stepped onto the beach in a bikini they'd give Ghostbusters a call warning of a rogue ghost terrorizing beach goers with indecent exposer. Probably the wrong way to gain attention and attract guys.

At the end of the day though, I'll be happy in snagging a guy more in my radar.. a skater/emo-ish/band guy with longish dark hair and a rad sense of humor that doesn't revolve around using swear words and bad impressions of psycho ex-girlfriends.

So,this year I am putting myself on a quest to find love. This could be a potentially disastrous and epically hilarious quest.

I'm going to need an up-beat song to be my theme song throughout this....I'm going with Taper Jean Girl by Kings Of Leon.

Excellent.

With that, I'll leave you with a few lines of my life's theme song- Pork and Beans by Weezer:

"I'mma do the things
That I wanna do
I ain't got a thing
To prove to you
I'll eat my candy
With the pork and beans
Excuse my manners
If I make a scene
I ain't gonna wear
The clothes that you like
I'm finally dandy
With the me inside
One look in the mirror
And I'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot
About what you think"

OH! And A big shout out to Steve my Tennessee mate!

Also, I found out that Chuck Norris is actually just a middle aged pasty man with with ranga hair and a beard to match....

Later Chaps!

Brookus

"I get by with a little help from my friends"- The Beatles

2008-09-20T04:40:00.000-07:00

"I get by with a little help from my friends,
I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends"

The Beatles were onto something there. Seems I've learnt alot from the Beatles since I started to listen to them religiously.

The past few weeks have had me thinking about friendship. The thing I've had the hardest time dealing with in this whole moving jazz is missing my Muswellbrook friends. That group of people- Maddie,Eddie,Manda,Lucy,Ben,Ryno, and Kate especially are the most unique,random,caring and funny people on the planet. The universe probably. I love them so much, and we've shared the best years if my life together. I could say we've had the best of times. We've had the worst of times. And I've loved each second of it.

On the other hand too,I've got my Newcastle friends. I love them,they've been nothing but supportive and welcoming,kind and friendly and alot of fun! But I'm constantly reminded of the fact that their not my Muswellbrook chums, and it makes me miss them all even more.I guess this group just doesn't have the same spirit that the Muswellbrook group did,and I was selfish in expecting that they would,and being disappointed when they didn't.. they have their own spirit that is uniquely them.. just not uniquely me.

I've summed it up in this useful analogy :D-

Finding new friends in Newcastle is like buying a new pair of shoes after spending years wearing the same pair of shoes which are now worn out and full of holes,but which you dont want to give up because of the comfortableness of them. When you find this new beaut pair of shoes, their clean and new,ready to be worn in. At first they fit great,but then you start to get blisters, and their always there reminding you that these shoes are literally rubbing you the wrong way, and are a constant reminder of your longing for the well worn familiarity of your old shoes. These new shoes may look good,but they fit so strange. Even after 8 months of wearing them around,their still brand new,and you haven't even made a foot groove yet.

You long for your old shoes, with their scuff marks,worn out and holey soles and familiar foot groove which you find so easy slipping back into and being able to walk tall and proud without the burning blisters.

Sure,the blisters may disappear after a while, but the new shoes are still gunna remain clean and new,because you haven't worn them down the same dusty roads that your old shoes traveled. You didn't wear your new shoes when you had to walk through the tough mud and puddles, and you didn't wear your new shoes when the sun was shining and the grass was long.

All that was done in your old shoes, and they serve as the reminder and souvenir of the journey, and all you saw and did along the way.

I do feel blessed though, having these 2 types of shoes to walk my life in. Each pair of shoes will take me in a different direction,present me with different situations and people. While in my old pair of shoes, I'll be living the good old days, marching to beat created by kindred spirits, in the band of misfits having the most fun in life and laughing into hysteria, throwing our cares to the wind and lending a helping hand.

In my new shoes,I'm presented with a whole new world , a world in which I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to face,and one in which I know I'm going to be walking alone at times, buying lots of new pairs of shoes and adding them to the shoe rack of life. Each pair will tell a new story and remind me of a journey,but I think I'm always going to feel most comfortable in the pair of shoes I used to walk the past 2 years.

The thing I miss most about my friends though, is watching them learn and grow. The thing I enjoyed the most was witnessing my friends overcome things, learning new things, achieving new things and experiencing things together. To think that I've missed out on 10 months of them growing as people, forming new relationships and "in" jokes that I'll never be a part of or never get to witness happening makes me so sad, because these little things are life's miracles, like watching a baby learn and grow. Towards the end of the year I made mental notes about my friends so that after I was gone,I'd still have the mental image of the group.

I can still remember the way Maddies eyes would go really wide and her mouth would pucker when she was being sarcastic or reenacting something,or the way she'd always arrange her fingers to play the chords of the guitar that were playing in the song. The way when Eddie laughed, you'd be able to see the dimples in her cheeks, and her eyes would smile along with her mouth.Eddie always had the most interesting lunches and running style...similar to what a gay penguin would like when it ran haha I loved it.One thing I'll never forget is Lucy's MASSIVE happy smile,which was like watching the sun break over the ocean,and the way she'd have a little squeal in her laughter when she really got the giggles. I'll also never forget the awe I'd feel watching her create a masterpiece in art.Who could ever forget the way Manda is always looking out for everyone else. Each morning you'd be greeted by a great big hug from Manda,the occasional bum tap haha and dashing smile that always reassured you she'd always be there to help you. Ben,well Ben had a knack for taking the most mundane things and making them hilarious. Like the hole in my bag. Enough said. Ben was like the brother in the group,he was always mucking around and pushing everyones limits,but during a D&M at his birthday party last year, I learnt a whole new depth to him and gained alot more respect for him. Ryno was like the mystery box of the group,you never knew what he'd say next,but when he did say it, it came out with a force that knocked everyone off their feet with laughter. Last year I was also lucky enough to witness Ryan coming out of his shell and blossoming into the wonderful,funny and ever interesting person that he is. Shelby was the megaphone of the group who had the loudest voice and the biggest heart. I never failed to notice her willingness to help others and that she never expected anything in return. I've grown to respect her. Then theres little miss Kate! Kate always reminded me of a muppet with her big eyes and kooky personality. She always spoke in the softest of tones,except for when she completely went all out and exploded with a joke or a laugh,and was always polite.

These people made my life what it was, and what it is.

I got by with a little help from my friends.

I tried with a little help from my friends.

I got high(on life) with a little help from my friends.

Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends.

Ryans Birthday

School Fun

Singleton Trip

School Fun

Manda,Madd,Brookus

Rocky Horror Night

My Costume party

"Dont dream it. BE it"- Dr Frank-N-Furter, Rocky Horror Picture Show.

2008-08-21T00:42:00.000-07:00

As my earlier post suggests, I am a poet. I wasn't just saying so to sound all mysterious and jazzy. Though my poems sometimes are a little offbeat and roughly flowing, thats just my style :D

So,this first poem, the first of many, is one of my most recent ones. I wrote it a few months back while recovering from a boy. Enough said haha.But heartbreak and teen angst always go down well in poem form. I dont show many people my poems, and at the advice and encouragement of my mum and dad, I'm finally sharing them with everyone :)

And dont worry,their not all about boys and how I think their cake sniffers. ( this lingo, "cake sniffers" is just a little catch phrase I've been calling people,and my self at times. Havent decided what it means..but I did take it from a Lemony Snicket book...so who knows what it could mean :D) I have got a mix of poems.

so heres the first of many for you folks :D

Untitled.

He used to sit with me and smile

I was on his mind

but the boys a liar,has been for a while

he's a scratched vinyl record

been playing now for far to long

I'm sick of chorus,wanna change the song

a magician by trade,and knows his stuff

wowed the crowd for so long

but this assistant caught your bluff

I used to look good in your rolling stones shirt

sitting next to you being a flirt

the whisper of words to the girls before me

to young and nieve to really see

do you feel big now,does it feel good

carving my name into the wood?

your a broken toy soldier

with a stolen uniform

spare me your war stories

I'm trying to repair whats been torn

I've seen you with her

you suddenly slipped away

gone like the sun from the evening moon

to fill sunshine into another girls day

I've seen the record begin to play again

my heart remembers the beat

and the blinding pain

does she remind you of me?

am I ever on your mind?

did it ever matter?

or are you used to being blind?

my perfume stained your stones shirt

a lingering ghost of the girl who's gone

one who's soul is ripped and burnt

does she hld your hand?

is her skin as smooth?

does she understand

or will you bleed her too?

right now your together

a seed planted in the dirt

off i go on the road of life

I bet she looks good in your rolling stones shirt.

This photo of my artwork compliments the poem. I drew it at a time when I felt the worst about the situation. Just a quick rough drawing :D

I'm off chaps! Thankyou ever so for reading!

Brookus

Edge Of Seventeen.

2008-08-20T23:51:00.000-07:00

Well it appears that my first blog was something of a success and people seem to enjoy my musings :D

excellent.

I might not get to write many blogs in the next month or so, the dreaded and evil yearly exams are almost upon me! And I fear for my life.

Also, my birthday is coming up! September 9th everyone,put that one in your planners, IPhones and calenders. :D

Let me tell you now, the past 4 birthdays I've had,have left much to be desired. Lets take a trip down memory lane and revisit why I look at those birthdays with a strong dislike :D

2005- When I was in year 8, my school held an event called the walkathon. It just had to be my luck that got me stuck with having to walk 20kms on my birthday, while being forced to wear pink as that was the theme for the walkathon, and have to carry around all the gifts my friends gave me.

Basically, God decided to give me the present he knew I would "love" most. Having to exercise to the point of wearing my feet down to bloody stubs, being forced to wear the colour pink and having to carry about 4 bags of gifts. Happy birthday to me!

2006- Then, when I was in year 9, I was all looking forward to my 15th birthday! I had my party all planned and was mega excited! And then,tragedy struck as on september 7th, I was cut down in the prime of birthday excitement with the flu, the first time I've ever been sick. It hit like lightening,one minute I had a sore throat,then 5 hours I was passed out in bed,where I stayed for the next 6 days. To make matters worse,on the night of september 8th, some of my friends had arranged to go to the circus. THE FREAKING CIRCUS PEOPLE! The first time the circus had come to town in about 10 years,and I had to ring them and cancel. *insert angry face* Woke up on my birthday,sick as a dog,opened my presents, felt like I was going to faint from being out of bed,went back and thats where I stayed. I thought to myself- "come on Brooke! You can do it love! get better in time for your birthday tommorie!". But no dear children. My mental pep talk was nothing in comparison to the power of the deadly flu! Mum had to call all my friends and tell the party was off. I didn't get that party until 2 months later in November. Happy Birthday to me!

2007- This birthday was probably the worst I've ever had. On this day, I woke up,and before Happy Birthday was even said to me, the words I had been dreading since the moment my parents announced that we were moving were spoken- "WE SOLD THE HOUSE".

All day, I sat around moping feeling so upset and angry at everyone that I didn't even stay with my family for birthday cake. I've never felt so sad in my entire life. Cue BIG fight with my parents over my rude behavior and gifts given(which I didn't end up receiving until the end of september) Happy Birthday to me!

2008- Now, dear children, we come to present day, and as I receive my exam timetable for this term, I find that I have to sit through a dreaded religion exam. Not as much as a harsh deal as other birthdays have been.. but still. If I was going to sit through an exam on my 17th birthday, I'd rather sit through art or drama. :D Happy Birthday to me!

Lets all hope my string of Bad birthday luck breaks next year for my big 18th! Which I might add, falls on the 9.9.09

I'm so special :D

I'm off chaps, and thankyou ever so for reading :D

It's showtime!- Betelgeuse

2008-08-15T23:56:00.000-07:00

Greetings!

After seeing many other blogs of this nature, I decided to gain one myself.

How many people will find the musings of a soon to be 17 year old particularly fascinating?

I'll soon find out.

My mind is an ever spinning wheel constantly gathering new information that i ponder over right before I retire to sleep.

I'm a poet and an artist. "you cut me, I bleed ink"- Howard Moon.

I tried reading a teenage magazine once. It gave me a panic attack. It's a high-fashion skinny nightmare.

The power of the written word is an amazing tool. The speeches of world leaders, movie quotes and lyrics from songs are the most powerful weapons in this world. Reading a book means escaping to distant lands that only I can reach within the sanctuary of my mind, and I travel there on the words of the author.

A photograph is a gateway to another time, a look at a different person and a reminder of a memory.

Acting is the chance to be step into some one else's shoes a tell a story begging to be told. Where else can I get the excuse to dress up and use funny accents?

Music is the language of the world. We all walk to a beat and have a song in our heads. You know you cant help but sing along to the chorus of Hey Jude and feel those inexplicable goosbumps.

Laughing is the best therapy. Being able to make people is the best feeling in the world. A laugh isn't complete until you at least snort or cant breath :D

Art is confusing, weird and wonderful. Where else can you paint a can of soup and call it art?

Life's full of mysteries. Like, why is it that I cant seem to be able to buy new underpants and still call them mine after the first wash? Somehow, at least one of my sisters lays claim to them.

This is life through a 17 year olds eyes. I'm sure everyone remembers a time like this. A time where everyone tells you constantly how much you've grown, have you got a boyfriend? and what are you going to do with your life?

Yeah, I've got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe? - Bender, The Breakfast Club.

I'm off chaps!

Brooke.