Ohh, life.

It's funny how things work out.

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Weird story.

While driving to work today I noticed these two goofy looking guys riding on a motorcyle. The guy driving was short and chubby and the guy riding with him was tall and skinny, so it was an odd sight. I hate driving near bicyclists of any kind while on the road, so I was pretty annoyed at the fact that they were with me from Riverside allll the way to Bee Cave. Anyway, that's not weird at all. The WEIRD part is that at 2 PM when I was headed back home... there they were! I turned onto Barton Springs and they were right in front of me. Soo strange. If it had been a sexy guy, it would have been meant to be. It would have gone something like a perfume commercial. But it wasn't. Just two oddball's on a bike. Maybe next time.

So, I came across this singer/songwriter who has one song that I really like. Listen to the song dullard.

Yaay for it already being Wednesday. This week has flown. I absolutely love my jobs. Thank you Barton Creek stalker for creeping me out and leading me to quit :). My whole bank sitch is totally fixed, too. Biiiig siiiiiiigh of reliiiiief. Things are good. Good, good, good. I worked at the engineering place today and spent the whole time I was there laughing to myself. I cannot believe that they hired someone like me to help out an engineer with all of his thermodynamic calculations and stuff. It cracks me up. He keeps giving me info about the company to read and explaining things to me... but yeah. I cannot tell you what the hell he does. It has something to do with cleaning the air. Or something. Oh! And I figured out why they don't make me do much while working at the Capitol. They have interns. Hehe. THEY do all the busy work. I just answer phones and play sudoku.

My life rocks.

Brief: concise and succinct.

I can't write about anything that I want to write about. So, I won't. Instead, I'll tell you that I love all three of my jobs. I hatehatehate my stupid bankkk. It was good seeing my brother last night. I'm excited about Friday and/or Saturday. I have a million things to do this week. It makes me happy. I get sad for 2 minutes once a day and I'm tired of it. They gave me my own super cool laptop at work :). I have too many people calling me for interviews and it rocks. I've been hangin out with old friends, lately. I can't believe I ever stopped. I need to get my recording equipment set up. I miss my kitten. My toenails are green. Tomorrow is my early/late day. I should sleep. And I realized tonight, that I am not yet ready to date.

Vague: lacking clarity or distinctness.

Us Irish know how to party.

What an interesting weekend. All plans thus far have fallen through, but that's pretty typical. New ones have been made and have probably been more fun than the initial ones. Friday was a wreck, but a noteworthy day in history. The history of Brooke, that is. A best friend proved his compassion and showed me how much he truly cares, which I really needed to see. I was forced to cope with the hopefully brief, but possibly total loss of old friends... and had the unfortunate realization that they probably don't even give a shit. And I also met someone who may prove to be very beneficial to my future. Eventful.

Today is St. Patrick's Day. At least it was. I'm writing this after a few drinks, so please bear with the typubf errors. (Just kidding). I managed to fall down the stairs tonight, so I suppose that qualifies this Irish holiday as successful. I hate being clumsy. My scraped up arm and sprained hand are certainly paying for it. I blame the shoes.

Things are good. I feel like I need to say that, because it's true. Things haven't been this good in a long time. Lately when things are bad, it's simply due to my reminiscence of how things were. And wow... I truly can't believe I managed to spell "reminiscence" right.

K. Enough seriousness. Pray that my limbs aren't 17 times more sore tomorrow morning when I wake up. And that Boris Yeltsin will makes its way out of my head once my head hits the pillow. Night, all.

Around the clock.

I should be sleeping. I should have been sleeping 2 hours ago. Sometimes it sucks to be responsible, but the thought of making another $110 tomorrow makes it worth it, I suppose. Today has been LONG, but a blast. I got up at 6:30 am and worked for 9 hours. I can't believe I got paid to do what I did today. I certainly honed my sudoku skills. Then I went directly to Alex's and we made our way to Townlake for the show. We missed Steel Train, ha, so I guess it's just not meant to be. The Rocket Summer was good to see, though. I love seeing my favorite musicians play live. AND I got free mentos. What an event. The rest of the night was such a good time, though it's been hard to kick this headache. And this feeling. I blame the headache on a much needed DP fix, and the feeling on missing some really cool kids.

I'm so grateful for good friends. I never knew I had the best.

sxsw=love

I hate that noise my computer makes when my cell phone is about to ring. Mainly because it makes that noise many times when it's not going to ring and it just plain tricks me. So I have some new jobs. On Tuesday's and Thursday's I'll be working at the Capitol (which is freakin sweet) and the other three days I'll be doing some clerical work for an engineering company. I very much like the idea of having more than one job. It will take me longer to get tired of them.

Saint Patrick's Day is this weekend. I wonder what I'll do. Probably something along the lines of drink beer and wear green. I need to be 21. Only 4 months and a day or two to go. I have fun plans lined up for this weekend already, which is always nice. I like having things to look forward to. Soo I missed my free Steel Train concert, BUT I have a second chance. There is a free Steel Train/Rocket Summer concert downtown tomorrow to make up for it! Stokedstokedstoked.

I <3 Austin.

Two second blog.

I need to go shopping. There are a trillion fun things I want to buy.

This pillow.

These coasters.

These lamps.These salt and pepper shakers.

Among other things. I need money. Off to work, I go.

Vacation, vacate.

Ohh, life. If there is one thing I've learned, it's that gut feelings are never wrong. At least they haven't been wrong, yet. Maybe that's why I rely so much on my emotions and have been known to push logic aside. Eh. Makes life interesting, I suppose.

I skipped out on a free Steel Train concert tonight. Mainly because it was pouring down rain, but also because I couldn't find anyone to go with. And, I mean, as much fun as wandering into a crowd of indie fans/campus estate residents in the pouring rain sounded, I figured I'd wait for my next free Steel Train concert opp to come around. Ho well. Instead I decided to sit at home and eat popcorn chicken and create a new blog. That's just what I needed, ya know. A new blog. I'll probably post one entry and then forget about it. Eh. Today was actually a really good day when I look back on it. I made the easiest 60 bucks of my life working from 2-8 and then just relaxed. Relaxing is nice. I talked to J on the phone for an hour. I've kind of forgotten that, yeah... he's one of the few people in my life that I can actually talk to. It was good. He actually posted a few insightful entries about relationships here that I enjoyed reading.

It's so crazy how things haven't changed one bit. Not really. It's like I got home yesterday from a year long vacation and everything was exactly how I'd left it. The only thing that's really different is my place of residence and my newfound goals and desires. But other than that, it's all the same. I'm talking to the same people as if we'd never stopped. I'm making the same plans and looking forward to the same things- only this time, it's nice to just not care. I don't know what I was so afraid of last August, but this has been so nice. It's like I've been holding my breath for 7 months and I finally exhaled. What a relief.

Man, there are so many things that I'm excited about doing. I'm ready to unleash my creativity in every way possible. As in, like, I'm gonna start knitting/sewing/crocheting. Fun! And I'm going to actually put this recording equipment to USE. I have played my guitar more in the past week than in the past 6 months. In the past I couldn't go a single day. My fingers are numb as they hit the keypad of my laptop and it is SUCH an amazing feeling. The current song I'm working on is one that I started last October. I only wrote half of it and now I have the pleasant task of conquering the second half. It's somewhat difficult since it's a, heh, love song... but I always enjoy a challenge. I have forgotten how much I love being nocturnal. And my taste in music! I can't believe I ever let anyone make me feel wrong about being myself. And it's truly no one's mistake but my own.

I am that girl who will stay up until 5 a.m. playing the same verse of a song over and over again. I will always prefer an adventure to a dull night indoors. I will never stop being so damn sentimental and will always need romance in my life. Railroad tracks and midnight visits to the park will always top getting dressed up and getting trashed. At least that's how things are for now. At least that's how things should be. I enjoy making memories. And that's all OKAY. I'm not wrong for letting my emotions guide my decisions. I'm not wrong for not having everything figured out. I'm not wrong for disliking most of what I hear on the radio. I'm not wrong being a picky eater. I'm not wrong for hating Halo 2. I'm not wrong at all.

It's just time to be myself again.