Wrote what came out: numero quatro.

I do these from time to time. It's just boring stuff about what I'm thinking. :P

Been thinking again lately.

It's Sunday, August 3rd, 2008. It's 3:50 p.m.

I'm talking to my friend on the phone. He's on break from a job he hates, and it got me thinking. I need a job. I never have any money. I feel, too, like I'm the only person my age who doesn't have one. Dude, I'll be 18 in two months. Almost to the day. Of course, that's not the reason I decided to write. I'm writing to get some things off my mind.

I swear, I'm going crazy. I have this crisis going on in my life where everyone's happy in love except me. Well, that's an exaggeration since my best friends just broke up with each other and another friend is hopelessly pining after a guy she'll never have the courage to admit her adoration to, but other than them, I'm alone.

My sister is giggling at this very moment, playing some Mario tennis with her fiance. In fact, she just lovingly called him a hooker. How sweet. It's not that I feel lame. There's almost no one my age worth thinking of, but I just haven't had someone who cared about me in a way other than friendship in a long time. Ok, so I don't feel lame, but I sound lame.

I'm lame. I have August 26th circled and underlined and highlighted and celebrated on my calendar because that's when Ellen Hopkins's new book, IDENTICAL, comes out. I have it preordered on bn.com. I am lame. I have posters of the following unattainables on my wall:

1. Johnny Depp (too famous, too old)

2. Jeff Francouer (too famous, too hot)

3. Nate Huss (too... Idk. He's pretty amazing, and he did offer to kayak [sp?] across the Atlantic Ocean with me once)

4. Heath Ledger (too famous, too dead)

I mean, don't get me wrong. All these dudes are amazing to have staring at you all the time, but something about the fact that they're NOT REAL gets to me.

I am lame. I have the bedroom of an elementary-school kid because I'm too lazy to re-decorate and get all the horse figurines out of here.

I do have one actual human, non-celebrity, possibly interested "love interest", but I have no reason to believe we could ever rise above friendship. God, he's dealing with lots of things right now. Of course, only about four people know who he is, but that's a lot for me. I usually don't tell ANYONE. Not even my best friend. Yeah. Not even her. She knows about this one, though. There's something about this one that's kind of different. I don't know how to explain it.

Well, I went to see the Dark Knight last night at the drive-in movies in Trenton, Georgia. You ever been to one of those? I've gone a lot. We go all the time, and I've been going all my life.

Something's awesome about the atmosphere. Besides movies, there's concession-stand quality food, mosquitoes, girls in shorty shorts (whether they should be or not), fresh air, and rude people who think just because the movie's outside, they don't have to be quiet. It's pretty great. Really. I'm not even being sarcastic.

Maybe it's because I'm such a weird writer girl, but I love it. People bring their dogs, their children, their girlfriends, their boyfriends, their cousins, their cousins' boyfriends, their cousins' dogs, their girlfriends' kids, their boyfriends' cousins' dogs. You get the idea. I just love to soak it all in. It's nice and cool outside because it's nighttime, and you can bet you're about to see a rad movie. I won't tell you about how much I loved the Dark Knight, but let's just say I stopped at Wal-Mart on my way home and bought a Joker poster to hang by my bed.

Well, it's fun to throw a Frisbee with your dad there, too. Because he's not having fun, but I talk in a little girl voice, and he thinks I really love it, so he does it for me. We listen to the songs they play over and over before the movie starts, which there are only about five of. "Invincible", "That Thing You Do!", "Boogie Shoes", "Jailhouse Rock", "Allstar". Hm. Did they jack my iPod?

The bathrooms at the drive-in I go to are amazing. The handicapped stall is always the one of my choice in a public place, but this one... GOD. It's like amazing. When you close the door, you enter another room. It's like Narnia in there, man. There's no crack above or below the door. It's like a super-spacious closet with a toilet in it. I love it. I would live in there. It smells like memories, too, because the bathroom was constructed of wood. I'll have to tell you more about wood memories when I write another one of these. It's pretty funny. I was crazy in middle school.

Anyway, about the drive-in and my lack of love. That's what I'm thinking about now. Advice: Go to drive-ins with crazy/awesome bathrooms.

KH

Author's Note

These are just designed to let me get things off my mind and maybe make you remember some things you've forgotten. :) Hope you enjoy.

Reviews

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Ah! I am in the totally same situation! It seems like there's just a bunch of couples around me and it's annoying, to say the least. Then, it's like I don't even want to date anyone because there are NO choices. Grrrrrrrrrr.
Solution (at least temporarily): Sex and the City marathon! Yay. XD

I love drive-ins too! ^^ (Lots of couples there though... o_o) There was a drive-in near where I lived in Utah. And I regret not going there more often because there are NONE in Germany. -_- One difference between yours and the one in Utah, though, is you DO NOT want to step into those bathrooms... :| Ha! XD

Well, this has been entertaining! But, I'll stop now. ^^ Hehe.

[Kristin Brecoe]

Haha.
I like these.

I especially like this one. haha. I'm outa words right now. But you are a fun writer to read the words of. =]

AND dark knight is amazing. i want a joker poster now, even though youve already told me about this...

and, kayak is spelled right. looks funny, huh?

-k