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BrokenBrookieCookie

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Hey hey hey!

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Happy New Year my sweets!
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Oh, the fun adventures we have around our house. Or the fun pranks I pull.
We got a turkey. My mom had to leave before she could put it away and make room for it, but she knew it'd be fine til she got back. I decided to clear out the freezer and put it away for her. But with how I am I thought it was a great opportunity to prank her. She came home, looked for the turkey and came running to my room saying,"Brooke! I can't find the turkey!" I in response, said,"What do you mean you can't find the turkey?" She then explained to me that she cleared out the fridge and went to grab the turkey but it wasn't there. She looked at me in despair,"Brooke, how could I lose a whole turkey?! I must really be losing it." I was giggling, but she of course figured it was because of her losing the turkey, not that I "hid" it. We looked all over for it, I played along with some giggles here and there. She got teary eyed and said,"I can't believe I lost a whole turkey." She even looked under the couch just in case. I then asked if she looked in the freezer. (We have a chest freezer and the fridge freezer.) She stated she looked in the chest freezer. I asked if she checked the fridge freezer. She said it was too full to have a turkey in there, and stated that the turkey couldn't grow legs and just walk itself into the freezer. She sighed in defeat and went to put away the stuff from out of the chest freezer. I then hang on the handle of the fridge freezer, smirking. She still had no idea. She put the items away and looked around the kitchen some more. That's when I pulled the freezer door open and saw the look on her face that I was waiting for. She swears she'll get even with me and hide my turkey when I have a home of my own.
This is what I do for fun.
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oh shit son

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Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 19. I'm not ready for this shit. Wake me up when it's over.

Seriously it's like celebrating surviving another year of depression. Only with cake.
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Learn embroidery
Learn cross-stitching
Make a bow and arrows
Learn how to shoot a bow
Learn how to shoot a gun
Go hunting for the first time
Get myself in shape enough to run without chest pains
Play the drums
Try Starbucks coffee and see what the big deal is
Go out to watch a movie every six months
Go to a drive in theatre before they don't exist anymore
Go to an actual cafe and sit and draw for an hour or two.
Go to an art class with a live model
Ride on a motorcycle
Ride on a horse
Keep my garden in order without depression causing me to neglect it.
Learn how to cook homemade meals
Learn to bake homemade cookies without burning them.
Go to bed early and wake up early.
Be less addicted to electronics and live in the now.
Read more books
Go to a library every two weeks (plus renew my ten year old library card)
Buy a new camera and take photographs more
Learn how to carve wood and wittle 
Go to NYC
Watch a broadway musical
Travel the US
Visit Ireland
Buy a herd of cows and a place to keep them
Buy a horse and a place to keep it
Raise chickens and have farm fresh eggs.
(By this time I know everyone is laughing at me)
Work as a Librarian or as a Stablehand.
Get a car that runs and doesn't need constant repairs
Learn basic carpentry
Buy tons of clay and learn how to use it.
Buy a small house or cabin on it's own land.
Learn how to drive.
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Everything I do is wrong. Heh.
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