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.
5 comments:
worried about next year? LETS LOOK FOR HOUSES TO RENT!
i'll go first *Bang*... oh wait... (shifty eyes) p.s just so you know it is a health hazard for me to read your blog, for about ten minutes after i am still seeing black and white lines all over the place, and when i close my eyes.... *whisper* they are still there *shifty eyes*
i know! i should start a blog in your comments, every time you update your page... i WRITE A BLOG IN THE COMMENTS!
im genius.
Plus i thought if im the only one who does, make it a bit of fun ;D
You didnt say anything about your party plans! *whisper* don't, their might be tiny aliens that want to copy you *shifty eyes* that happens alot with my fashion style... same with you too.
i should stop, i think their is a limit but it doesnt say it in red anywhere... *computer blows up*
And what a glorious adult you have become. I know your Mum is proud. Remember our door is always open to you if ever you get out our way. XXOO, Dottie & Matt
Don't feel bad, ashamed, or any of that stuff about still being a virgin. In my opinion you are lucky and blessed. Having sex opens you up to so many things like pregnancy, sti's and std's, utter heartbreak, you name. It's best to wait until you feel comfortable, and hoepfully married. :-)
Brookie, Brookie, Brookie..... You write like a veteran! I find myself waiting with baited breath (worms on my tongue) for the next installment of Brookie's life.
.... and for those who do not know Brooke; she really is as gorgeous as she reads.
What the blazes?!! Brooke, I find myself crying with laughter at your latest installments. 'Ships docking my yard." Seriously you never cease to amaze me and keep on being a great hunk-a-spunk. And I don't even like the booze either!!!!!:-)
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