I got beat up by a taco

I am back on the web amigos!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

too ra!

Brookus

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

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..

:D 

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 

:D

Cheese is a kind of meat

Alert the mayor, stop the presses!

:D

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.

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.

xo

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

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

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

:D

FOUR! I mean FIVE! I mean FIRE!

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

:D

I like to imagine Jesus in a tuxedo shirt

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