this time baby, I'll be bulletproof

I'm falling yet again.

I hope I dont get hurt this time, I hope I'll be ok.
I hope this will be as good as it seems, in every single way.

Space your Aero

i'll thumb your tack in a minute if you're not careful

eeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Brooke forgot to blog for a while there
I was busy at work, getting harassed by customers, only to get the minimum wage.
For future reference:
1. It is NOT OKAY to greet the me with "hello tiger". I don't care how much fun you're having 'on the prowl', just don't do it.
2. It is NOT OKAY to try and hold my hand as I give you change. ew.
3. It is NOT OKAY to ask me if I know your grandson, or if i'm interested in meeting him. I only work at the shop, I myself am not for sale.
4. It is NOT OKAY to find out when I finish work and wait out front in your convertible with the top down, as the wind whistles over the liverspots on your balded head, and ask if I want a ride home.


With that out of the way, my doily dress a little over half done. Sorry to anyone else in Mackay who went thrifting to buy doilies, there are none left after I've been on a mission. Oh wait, maybe you wouldn't know my plan.
Op shop ball is coming for St Pats (I know, I shudder too when I read St Pats) and I wanted to go a step further than the usual 80's shoulder pad dress, because I bought my formal dress from salvation army for $4.50 (nothing like a half price sale at a thrift shop). Instead, I'm making a dress out of doilies. epic win.

You Had Me @ Hello

So there's this boy. Let's call him @.
I love @, and have done so for some time. However, I'm not dating @, I'm not his girlfriend, he has no commitment to me.
When I'm with @, it feels like nothing in the world could go wrong, but lately i can feel my chances with him slipping through my fingertips like a japanese silk scarf. Have you ever held Japanese silk? It feels like nothing. I'm beginning to notice that my relationship with @ really is silk; its nothing.
It kills me to feel this distant from the one I love, when he is so close.

heroes get remembered, legends never die

so I pretty much haven't had time to blog for ages. reet.
Last night was my last ever dancing concert, yeah I know it's petty but after thirteen years, it was the end. But it's great because I never have to run through backstage of the entertainment centre, half changed costumes as I go, to make it on in time for the fir the next item. You probably wouldn't have ever tried it, but it turns out I can change out of an english red coat costume into a full kilt in about eighty-six seconds.

A late start at school today, thanks to mum.
Brooke: "mum can I be late to school to get tickets to soundwave"
Mum: "whats soundwave"
Brooke: "oh just some music festival"
Mum: "will there be drugs there?"
Brooke: "no. absolutely not. (hahahah)"
Dad: "will there be boys there?"
Brooke: "definitely not. there will be no boys at soundwave."
hahahahah

all you sucka MC's aint got nothing on me

eight exams are over. thank fuck.
but now I'm left with two more assignments to do this weekend, before my dancing concert next weekend. Yes, my life really is that lame. Chemistry isn't really worth doing; we have to do a full analysis of some wine we made (I don't see the point, all it smells like is cheap goon) and its impossible, I've all but given up.
For english, I have to write my autobiography. One small problem, I don't know who I am. I know that I've changed; but how do I know how much?

I wish I could do better by you 'cause its what you deserve

I've come to love the work of courtney brims over the past few weeks, its mystical.