Me? You want to know about me? Well I don't think you can get much off my space, but what the heck, I'll pass on the gist of what it's like to be me.Let's start from the beginning, okay, maybe I'll skim past my point of conception; I'd rather not think about that step. I was sliced out of my mama's womb on the 4th of December 1989, then and there she named me after Cool Hand Luke, apparently she was inspired after the boiled egg scene, I myself, have never seen the movie; I really oughta sometime, could be enlightening.I spent my first 3 lovely years living in Booval, right across from Woolworths. Our insanely friendly wog neighbour chased us out of there with all her love, I think she was a major influence on me, I can now say without her I wouldn't be the person I am today. When I get my first Oscar I must remember to thank her, who cares if she's dead, surely heavens got Foxtel.Now for Walloon, it's the sleepy town where I spent the next chapter of my life. From this point I never lived in a house, my housing situation is more a grotto of some sort, between living in a shed and now a half-finished house, or as I like to call it, our Half-way house. I like it here, it's different, my childhood has certainly been disturbed. For starters my parents never taught me how to ride a bike, instead they would buy me oil paints. How deprived... . .Naturally I went to Walloon Primary School where they taught me my A's and B's, now I'm pretty confident in writing all your basic words, so what if they've left me a little lexdyslic, its okay, nothing that others haven't lived with. After my primary schooling they thought it was time I started high school, so onward I went to Rosewood High, or as we like to be known, St Rosy's Upper College, it's fresher, we feel less bogan-like that way. I embrace my school, from it litter gardens to its smoke filled toilets, its refreshing, a reminder that the world isn't perfect.I'm hoping to go on with art when I finish high school, I dream to go study fine art and secondary education at Griffith, that way I can go teach and punish all the little high school bastards for sniffing glue and such. There is always the option that I stay at Kmart all my life too, I have been offered a job at Ipswich Kmart too now, its just tearing me apart. I'm going to miss Redbank so much, with its old school registers and dodgy lights, I'll especially miss the smell of Redbank Plaza when it rains and the smell of wet dog rises from beneath.
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