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This is bat country.


Australians all let us ring Joyce, for she is young and free...



I'm Brooke. I like who I am, and I know that some people don't. But I don't really mind, you can't please everyone. I'm too lazy to try.

I think everything happens for a reason, but that reason sometimes isn't clear to us at the time, and occasionally never does become clear. But I know who I am, and I know exactly why I am the way I am... If some of the things that affected my life had not occurred I probably would have been happier and more content at the time, but I've learned from mistakes, been heartbroken by unavoidable events, and ultimately turned out to be someone I generally like.

I'm a genuinely happy person, but it doesn't take much for me to totally withdraw into myself and not particularly want to talk. I think way more than is necessary, about things that shouldn't even matter. But it makes me who I am, and I don't really think that's such a bad person to be.

Don't FUCK with me now man... I am Ahab.

I act tough. I'm not. I'm your typical emotional girl who needs to feel like she means something to somebody, and as much as I pass myself off as totally chilled out, I secretly fall apart when I don't know what people are feeling. I need to feel love, it's probably the most important thing in my life and I would put it before anything else in a heartbeat, whether or not that was the best long-term choice.

I do a pretty damn good job of making myself one of the boys, which in turn has led to me occasionally putting myself in a position to get hurt where I know that nobody will actually notice what is happening. But I wouldn't give up some of the friendships I have with those blokes for anything.

That being said, I can't handle not having answers to things, I often repeat the same questions or comments just to get some type of response from people.

I rarely hide feelings or emotions from people unless they're negative - I don't see the point in dwelling on something until it drives you crazy, I just say it then move on. It doesn't usually hurt anyone, I can be pretty careful with things like that. I don't agree with forcing people to reach the same conclusion as you - I'm just happy to let someone know something, find out what they think, and then move on without an issue. A lot of people find that hard though, which is something I'm yet to develop an understanding for. Some people don't believe that things can be said without consequences, but I do fairly alright so I guess it's an acquired ability lol.

I miss you. I wish you were here.


Like most people I'm scared of getting hurt, but I'm not incapable of dealing with it. I just don't particularly enjoy it.

I'm more scared of hurting others, but in the past I've excelled at it.

There is only one thing that I regret, and it is the only thing I can never change or repair. That will always stick with me, and all I can do is promise myself I will never be so stupid again.

No more of that talk or I'll put the fucking leeches on, you understand?

I have a pretty ridiculous sense of humour, and it actually changes to adapt to the sense of humour of the people I'm around. Sometimes it's sarcastic, sometimes it's dry, and sometimes it's even self-deprecating, but if it makes the people I care about smile just a little bit, then I'm happy to make myself look like an idiot.

I have no real concept of an awkward silence - I understand what it is, but it just doesn't happen to me. I will sit there in absolute silence without a problem, and if something comes into my head I'll just say it, with no regard for the uncomfortable looks I get. It's almost as though people are reprimanding me for not acknowledging the awkwardness. I'm sorry. I just didn't care.

I have some of the most incredible friends in the world, and I really do appreciate the fact that they laugh at the things I say. Or in Adrian's case, bash me for the things I say but love me for it anyway. Charrliiieeeeeee... See, I'm going to get massacred for that.

I have my attorneyyyyy... With me. I realise his name is not on that list. But we must have a suite!!

I'm a very affectionate person, and random hugs are not so random anymore - everyone knows they're coming. The only time they're not expected is when I hardly even know the recipient. But it generally makes them smile, which is totally worth it.

However, I am absolutely terrible in a relationship, because for the first little while I'll be insanely affectionate and then totally back off for no apparent reason. People make the mistake of thinking it's their fault, and proceed to smother me - sometimes I just don't feel the need to show public affection, I just assume they know how I feel. Then to totally contradict myself, if someone backs off from me I panic, and have no idea why they won't hold my hand. I'm pretty much an idiot.

There is only one person in the entire world who can make me nervous, and I absolutely hate it. Vulnerability is definitely not my forte.

I work at Big W in Gawler with some pretty cool people, and Andrew. He pretty much does bugger all work, and throws boxes at me. Zac, for some reason, thinks that's funny. I also work as a waitress at the Adelaide Convention Centre, and I have never seen a place as busy as that. Nor have I ever spilt anything on anyone, so I'm pretty much the greatest waitress who has ever lived. lol.

Order some golf shoes. Otherwise we'll never get out of this place alive. Impossible to walk in this muck... No footing at all.

I generally dress the way I feel, which has been described as 'surf bogan'... I suppose that's the perfect way to say it. Mummy doesn't like it, Daddy doesn't notice, it amuses most people, and I don't reeeally care. The times I've made an effort to look nice, I've actually shocked people, and it's even gotten to the point where they didn't actually recognise me. My own grandmother had to ask my aunty who the girl in the blue dress was. Must have been really awkward five minutes earlier when I hugged her and asked how she'd been...

Please!! ... tell me about the fucking golf shoes!!

I suppose the way I speak can be described exactly the same way as my clothes. I change the way I talk depending on who I am around. You should see me serving people at work, then getting changed in the locker room. Two different people. In fact, I think the way I dress influences the way I say things. I rarely swear when I'm wearing nice clothes. Haha! What a stupid realisation I've just reached.



I have a fantastic boyfriend that I do bugger all for, and it's about the worst habit that I have. He has pulled me out of so much shit in my life, and I disregard that at the best of times. He deserves better. But for some reason, he doesn't want better, so I suppose I could truthfully say I'm the luckiest person alive, and through this, I guess my friends should know how awesome he seriously is.

I really do love him.

You can probably sum me up in a few words that are totally unrelated to each other until you realise they're referring to me.

The Ocean.
Breakdowns.
Charlie the Unicorn.
Messy.
Farmer's Union.
Broke.
Affectionate.
Thongs.
Steven Gerrard.
Beef Pies.
Mosh.
Fear and Loathing.
Photographs.
Caterpillar Murderer.
Perth.
Scott.
Cherry Ripes.
Southern Cross.
Liverpool.
Chiilllll Brother...
Ryan Reynolds.
Vodka + Kahlua.
Katie.

For Thalia...

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