The Outsiders? Maybe on crack.

I don't own The Outsiders or any of it's characters. I'm merely a girl caught up in a super weird fantasy-type world and needs a place to let it out, because I'm starting to see re-runs in my head before I go to sleep.

I was sure I could get out of this. I'm always confident in my ability to get out of things, even headlocks. Even if it's a muscle-y, older brother that's got you in a headlock. I can beat up my younger brother, so I'm always sure that I can do anything. However, my eagerness to be right and tough and amazing failed, and left my head stuck underneath the armpit of a boy who just got home from his work where he does manual labor all day. Smelly? Yes. Yes, it was.

"Holler 'Uncle' kiddo."

I hollered something, but "fuck you" wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear.

He slapped my mouth. Not too hard, but hard enough to make an impression. "Don't cuss," was his reasoning, "You're a lady. Now holler!"

"Okay, okay. Uncle!" I groaned. He loosened his grip and I wiggled out from underneath his arm.

He grinned and shook his head, "Shoulda known."

I looked at my reflection in the window. I sure didn't look like any lady I'd ever seen. Torn up jeans that were about three times my size, and a red tank top covered with a bluem plaid overshirt. Real classy.

My hair wasn't done in any special way, either. Just sort of ran a brush through it and called it good. I mean, I washed it. I wasn't a redneck. Just a tomboy.

And I guess I could put on makeup. Well, sorta, anyways. It never turned out like the girl on the front of the box, but shoot, I didn't really look much like the girl on the front of the box to start with, I guess. It always looked alright. I supposed it was an improvement.

Have you ever seen Hairspray? I was a little heavier set, like the main girl in that movie. You see pictures of people from the sixties, and they're always super thin and beautiful, with those cute skirts that go in at the waist and then puff out real nice around. I owned one of those skirts. It was from when I was twelve and didn't care what no one thought of me. Now I only pretended not to care.

I could feel Darry's eyes on me. Watching me watch myself. So I spun around twice and fell on the floor. He sighed and retreated into the bathroom to try and make himself not smell like he was roofing houses all day. It never really worked, but I couldn't break his heart and tell him that.

I could hear Two-Bit before I actually saw him. That was the case most of the time, though. I even felt him before I saw him.

"Ow."
"It's not my fault! Why're you on the floor?!"

Of course he steps on me. He couldn't tell me he loves me, so he covers it up with pain.

Or something.

I could just accept the fact that Two-Bit thinks I'm like a little sister. Or I could just pretend he really loves me and is just ashamed of the fact.

However, when I asked him out, the resounding "No way" I got was getting harder and harder to forget.

But you can't blame a girl for trying, right?

Ahhh, nostalgia

It's that time again. ((Fucking finally.)) The time where the sun shines bright, even when you're trying to go to sleep. Where it feels like you're invincible. And during July you go to five different 7/11's to get more than one free slurpie.

That's right. I'm talking about summer.

I just got back from thoroughly scrubbing every part of my body in the shower. And you know why, right?

I just got back from my first swim of the summer!! :B It was so good.

I started out just swimming laps, but then I got bored. So I pretended I was in America's Next Top Model. I'd do funny poses and then imagine Mr. Jay being like "Yes! Loving it Lauren! NOW I see a model."

Then I made funny shapes with my shadows.

Anyways, then I signed on the computer. It's about 5:30 PM. And whenever it's this time in the summer, I think of my friend Kair.

Kair is a girl that I actually met on fanfiction.net. We both loved The Outsiders. ((I have a bit of an unhealthy addiction to it.)) Then we used to roleplay it. I looooved that. And I always miss it around this time of year.

Sigh. Memories.

Wild Psychotic Freak Appears!

So this is a blog. . .

So I'm gonna be honest here. I crave your attention. I'm probably not going to get it, but I'm going to pretend that you love me a lot. That being said, here's the reason I'm here.

I cannot do anything.

I'm basically a little lump on the planet. I like to be productive, but somehow that never happens. Today I wanted to be really creative, so I pulled out my overly-decorated sketch pad and started drawing nothing. Then I pulled out my chic journal and wrote the alphabet. It was all very productive. So I was talking to my best friend ((AKA my mom)) and she suggested I do some "journaling" about myself and what I know.

All I know is that I know nothing. So this is what my blog will be about. Pretty neat.

When I was around 11 or 12, I started imagining that I was a sister of the Curtis brother's from the book The Outsiders. I've done that ever since. Except with tons of different things. Law and Order SVU, The OC, Grounded for Life, etc. Lately it's been Criminal Minds. But I can't ever decide whether or not I want to be like, Morgan's little sister, or his lover.

You may have guessed, I have no lover. I blame this on the fact of no father. My mom's are lesbians. My biological mom was artificially inseminated. My other mom was the same with my older sister. They are not together anymore.

I like older guys. Especially this guy at my work. He's amazing. He said I was pretty. He's practically engaged. Boo hoo me.

My guess is that if you've actually stuck around, you're unsure whether or not to laugh. Do it. I hope I make you laugh. Or at least make you feel better about yourself. ;)

I'm not usually this bitter IRL. However, isn't that the point of a blog? To show the side of you that you can't be IRL? I'm not sure I get what I'm doing yet.

Criminal Minds is ending now. It's time to go to bed and pretend Morgan saves me.

Or has sex with me.

I haven't decided yet.