Well the first thing I recall is chasing boys around the playground in fourth grade. Sounds cute doesn't it? Yah well it wasn't that kind of chasing... We'd run around and try to kick each others butts.. boys vs. girls, quite ammusing acctually of course every time I got caught I would bite the boy who caught me, and thus gained my first nick name "Viper", complements of Matthew Letchworth (*HaCk* I remember that dudes name!!) Those were.. interesting years.. After that I remember being in soccer with my best friend Valerie Mertz.. her dad was the coach.. me and Valerie had been friends since kindergarden and at this time were practically inseperable.. blah blah.. moving on to Middle School.. Funny thing is I was still chasing boys around the playground, beating them up.. this time the victim was Joe Cannon who had a huge crush on Sarah Weems, my at the time best friend.. (me and Valerie had sort of drifted, though still kept in touch) that was 5th grade, then in 6th grade I got over the beating up boys phase (or so we think.. dun dun duuun) and somehow became friends with the preppie wanna-be type people. Go Figure. Let see it was Jill, Becky, Shannon, Brienne, and someone else I forget her name.. x.X; I think cuz I joined the band that year (I played flute) Incedently this started the worst years of my life. Things happened, dated some assholes, me and my alcoholic mom were at it every night, I never felt right with my "friends". I became a stupid-ass suicidal type (no laughing!!) Then a couple of months into 8th grade year Joey Savoie came up to me and told me that those "friends" of mine didn't want me hanging around them anymore.. Preppy little bitches! ha.. acctually I kind of thank them for that.. I would of shot myself if I had to stay their friends. So sue me if i'm still bitter, I had a bump on my head the size of a golfball from trying to kill myself that night so NYAH. Anyway after that I kinda wandered back to Valerie.... which I didn't really fit there either, cuz Valerie had kind of become one of those people how do I describe her.. 'rebel'.. sleep with people smoke drink, and that just wasn't me.. but I had no where else to go so I stayed with her into freshman year, changed identities once again and was still a wannabe. Shit happened, I got drunk off my ass for the first time ever. (I hate vodka.. hate it hate it hate it.. unless they're vodka soaked olives.. then its yummy ^.^) More shit happened that I don't feel like writing here, but made me loose whatever respect I had for my "best friend" Valerie. We drifted once more, and I haven't really spoken to her since. After that I just kind of let go of trying to be what I wasn't and decided to just be myself, which turned out to be hella more fun that I thought ~.^ and i'm not quite sure how but Sophomore year I met up with Elise and Cecilia and Jamie and Amber and all those gravy people, and we all became great friends, got into Anime and am an Otaku to this day. For a while me and Cecilia were quite friends, but to this day I don't think Cecilia has figured out her "identity" so we kinda clashed sometimes and I ended up being best buds with Elise. Well that wasn't to go without incident.. we had a lot of fun and she's one of the few people I can stay with for long periods of time and not get tired of. Her mom's boyfriend however is a huge hick and a severe asshole by the way. I tell you its damned creepy to have some 30+ year old dude hitting on you when you damn well know he's dating your best friends mother. *shudder* That was just.. wrong.. but for some reason that wasn't enough to sway anyones oppinion and now they're getting married. *Blech* Moving on..me being a wierdo and Elise being a fun person we got into quite a few adventures, sometimes with Jamie and Cecilia along for the ride. Elise had gotten a car and we had given it the name Fluffy (Thanks go to Fluffy for getting us out of and through more shit and interesting situations than you'd belive). But something happened.. I'm not even sure what, and it resulted in Elise being severly pissed at me and hating my guts for some.. unknown reason. ::blinks:: I honestly have no clue what that was about.. anyway here we go with the friendless thing again, of course I was damned used to it by now, and had learned to deal with shit over the years by discovering how stupid and petty things are and just laughing about it, even if i'm the only one laughing. But that was cool cuz I met Mandie in my Fine Arts Survey class, and we ended up being good friends, she introduced me to some of her anime-lovin friends and we all just kind of clicked. We had a lot of fun my senior year, yay! The first friends that havn't Dumped on me.. and just my luck I had to leave them all at the end of senior year and start off for college. We all went to A-kon at the begging of the summer and had a BLAST, it was my first Kon and I cosplayed and was quite proud of myself.

Ok, if you don't want to read a long tale of my trip to Africa (If anyone is still acctually reading this thing) then i'd suggest you skip waaay down there.

After that (and probably the longest wait of my life) I sat in anticipation of my long awaited trip to Africa.. *swoon* The plane ride was insanely long.. longer when you're waiting for something you've dreamed about for years. (Ok, all of you can find me silly for this, but I don't care a silly dream you may think but not to me) Finally we made it into Windhoek, Namibia. Dad's guns weren't on the plane (Crap!) Go figure, damn customs people in South Africa.. met Pete Kibble for the first time and drove into town.. long drive but the scenery kept your attention so that it only felt like moments when you came into town. Driving on the left side of the street.. AH! hehe.. anyway we stayed at the Kalahari Sands hotel for a few days (dad eventually got his guns, they brought them to the hotel) before going to the bush.. yet another hard wait.. but being in Windhoek was a lot of fun so I didn't mind it. Ok, ok.. Gemsbok medallions are OFFICIALLY my favorite food.. *drool* I'll swear they're godly in taste.. Finally off to the bush. Damn I love that smell, gorgeous view from the porch, overlooking the waterhole so you can watch the animals drink some 200 yards away. Me and dad had seperate tents. Slept well that night, happy dreams. Lights go off at 9, they come back on at 5 so you know when to wake up and head down to the main building thing... The food was always wonderful. Anticipation for the first day of hunting didn't allow me to taste much, though. Daddy really wanted a Gemsbok, I'll swear we chased the buggers all over the damn country.. hehe.. shots fired but daddy missed =( oh well theres always the next day.. Few days later dad still hadn't gotten anything. He said I could take an animal.. I'd been thinking about it for a long time.. do I want the majestic Kudu, beautiful horns, markings, outstanding creatures, or did i want the proud Gemsbok, gorgeous markings, long sweeping horns, and seemingly impossible to catch (hehe). I dedided I wanted a Gemsbok since their marking fascinated me and so told my dad and Pete thats what I wanted. Well next day we went Hartebeest hunting.. Go Dad! HUGE Hartebeest! It was still quite early so we decided to go sit in a blind and watch a water hold for warthogs. In what seemed like no time at all Kudu began to walk up to the waterhole. Beautiful sight, they seemed so close. Pete was behind me.. "if Brooke wanted a good Kudu, now is the time, you won't get much of a chance like this" I stall.. but wait.. I had decided I wanted a Gemsbok, no better opportunity? Do I want to take it? What if I didn't and never got my Gemsbok anyway? Could I drop it? I'd never shot anything larget than a duck before this.. needless to say i was wigging.. I was juggling between the Kudu and the Gemsbok.. I take the shot *BLAM* *thunk* I didn't even see it go down but I saw it jump through the scope, i knew I had hit it.. but was it fatal?! Yes there he was on the ground not 20 yards away, about now i'm shaking so bad from adreniline and shock its insane I got him! My own African Ghost.. (which is his name btw... Ghost) The boys had heard the shot from long off and had driven up immediately when they heard the signature *blam, thunk* which indicated a hit.. They grinned at me when Pete said "the Fro shot him" (Fro=Female) and I grinned right back. It was a happy night of drinking Amarula by the firelplace and reminicing. The next night daddy finally got his Gemsbok, after the long wait go dad! we had to take the pics in the spot light of the land rover it was so dark...The next day Pete said we should go out and let me shoot his gun, I had thought my Kudu was my hunt and it was over for me, Pete said that we were to go out looking for a Gemsbok for me.. I was elated at the idea, dad agreed and we went out. I was nervous shooting the big bosses gun, but i hit the target perfect and we went out. Not 10 min. into our drive we stopped, they did their binoculars thing and I got the "Brooke!" and a wave to get down off the landrover, they handed me the gun.. Oooo I was nervous, Pete set up the shooting sticks on the side of the road and I stood there looking through the scope at a Gemsbok.. and he was staring right back at me.. *blam, thunk!* wOOt! he was off, we were off after him, and there he was, my very own little gemsbok. These are the time when I walk around with a very stupid grin on my face, but what was this? Pete was telling me that this one was just for meat, so we didn't have to pay for it.. he just wanted to test me to see if I could do it (go figure.. no one trusts a girl with a gun ~.^) But he was still very special to me, so he agreed to "donate" us the horns so i could remember him by.. hell i wasn't complainng about the meat thing.. that meant I got to go out and do it again! So we loaded up my little guy in the back of the truck and not 10 min. later we stopped. "Brooke!"::wave:: I stepped off the truck, they handed me the gun, and Pete the sticks.. I'm looking around where's the gemsbok? I see nothing We crawl under the fence and start walkling through the bush, I'm getting torn up by thorns I don't even feel, or notice for that matter, my eyes are glued to Pete infront of me, stopping, looking, changing direction, I had no idea where this gemsbok was but Pete knew, trying to keep silent, didn't want to spook him.. ::deep breath:: this was it.. this was what hunting was all about, the excitement, the stalking, fair game you Vs. nature, the feeling can't be described in words. He stops, puts the sticks up, I prop up the gun.. He's there!.. damn he's beautiful.. don't move, please don't run.. he's looking right at me.. does he see me? will he bolt.. ::squeeze:: *Blam!* My hearts going 200mph. where is he? he's gone? Did I hit him? Adreniline blocked out the sound of anything but the gun shot.. Pete starts walking, I follow.. worried now a billion thoughts racing in my head Did i miss? Did I gut shoot him? Will he run far and fall where we can't find him? Boy i'd feel like shit.. hole time i'm looking at the ground infront of me.. watching where Petes feet go....red? blood! Well I did hit him.. lots of blood.. Hit him good by the looks of it, tall thorn bushes..through the other side the great beast lay on his side.. The shaking started again.. I was so excited I was to the point of tears but I couldn't cry, only stand there in dumb awe and the beast that lay at my feet. He was amazing, and I had gotten him true africa style, winding through the bush, getting torn up by thorns stalking him for what seemed like ever and then there he was.. mine.. Thats why my Gemsbok is my most special africa trophy, my first truly hunted african big game, no one can take that vivid memory from me, ever. It took a long time for the truck to find us.. we had to crawl through the fence and they had to go a long way and we were deep into demi-thick bush. I heard them coming I ran over, still having the gun slung over my shoulder that I had forgotten about. I grinned at dad, he grinned back and I couldn't wait to show him my boy. That was probably the proudest moment of my life, it was the most wonderful feeling. I cry now as I type this, go on laugh at me, but no one will ever understand that feeling unless they live it, and I lived it. I took a picture of them loading my big boy into the truck.. I love that picture.. here it wasn't even 8 o'clock and i had gotten 2, not 1 2 Gorgeous Gemsbok loaded into the truck.. That land rover was bogged down *giggle* I was standing tall in the back of the truck that day, The grin never faded from my lips for a long, long time. It was the perfect trip, couldn't be better, could it? WRONG! Whats this I get to go hunting AGAIN!? WOOT! Daddy decided it would be fun to go out for father/daughter springbok. Beautiful little antelope.. and soooooft.. omgeeze they're soft.. anyway the drive was loooooong out there but we got there and drove around a bit, we were already spoting out the lil springy things. its a fro.. its a meineke but its not krut! arg.. There's one! go get it dad! *Blam, thunk!* woot! one shot drop yaay! Stowed it, and now its my turn.. mwahaha.. the tingling wells up in your fingertips with the anticipation. This was my game now, I'm a hunter till I die. Spot one for me and we're off! Stalking, true Africa style again. line him up in my scope.. he's tiny! facing me head on and I can't keep the scope steady in the wind. We wait.. it seems like hours.. just staring down my scope, and the Springbok is staring right back at me.. he takes a step.. just one more! takes another step... breath in, breathout-hold it! *BLam! Thunk* WooT!! he's down! The most interesting thing about springbok is that moments after they're dead, the white tuft of hair on their backs fluff up, and then lay back down never to rise again... you can imagine its rather strange sitting there, petting your beautiful trophy and all of the sudden its hair starts to rise! The brush wasn't thick at all so the truck got there in time for some pictures with me and my guy while his hair was still raised (cool!) I'll never forget what dad said to me after that. "When we heard the shot and the hit, me and malachia just turned to each other and grinned and I said "She did it again!" and he just grinned at me..." I swelled with pride.. 4 shots 4 animals.. My animals.. My boys. My experience.. My Africa

Ok thats all about the Africa trip I wroted, shit I wrote more about that than I did about the rest of my entire life.. LOL thats kinda funny if you think about it

And here I am today, the wierd personality that I have eventually become. I laugh at things that probably shouldn't be laughed at, I try to make others laugh. When angered I pester you with riddles of the tounge, that no one really understands but me.. but thats just the way I work. Not scared to experience anything, I want to skydive, windsurf, bunjee jump and hang-glide till I rot!
I'm a student at LA Tech now, and have become friends with Elise again, though we're no where near being as close as we used to be, and probably won't be ever again, due to crap. I'm gonna be a pilot, yay! and um.. my fingers kinda hurt from rapidly typing all of that crap out so I'm going to leave it at that.. TOODLES!
-Brookie