HI BABY!!!

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

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

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

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

:D

Too ra to all!
Brookus

Jumping on the alligator

GUESS WHAT!

I'm writing a blog. Thats what.

And!

I love Joan Jett, pictured left :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- I can live like an eskimo. 

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

Later gators!

Brookus.

I got beat up by a taco

I am back on the web amigos!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

too ra!

Brookus

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