saw brenton yesterday for the first time in , i don't know how long. his hair looked extreme in it's shagginess. so... yeh, it's been a long time.

i was supposed to take him somewhere to pick up a car he was buying. this has been all he's talked about since, ... oh, for a year i guess. car. car. and car.

but he couldn't get a loan. so he couldn't get the car. and he was bitter and hard to talk to. or with. or sit beside even.

i took him straight home cos every second more and more, i was driving his nerves mad.

so we're sitting in the computer room thing at his mom's house, looking at motorcycles. or brent is looking at motorcycles, . and who walks up the drive? BILL! none other. savior of uncomfortable little girls! wearing his purple and teal charlotte hornets suede reeboks!

, any how, later, and far better even than bilbo,

to brently's house, to drop off a tape box i forgot to give to tim (brently's little brother) with his -you'd better not make fun of old man bob dylan anymore after you hear his beautiful young man bob dylan songs- tape. and tim is not there. .brently is there. talkin on the phone. his dad on the computer playin with scottland computer-bee-beep-beeping tunes, . i run in and smother him (brent. nope, not mr steve daddio) with a hug, he goes, "agghhh!! kate just came out of nowhere!" and he giggles, .aww, i love that boy.

and he's all cheerful and kinda flirty (i don't know why he's doin that lately, i think he has a crush on some fifteen year old girl, again,. for this is the noted bahavior..)

we go to baskin robbins and swap ice creams and he tells about a dream he had in which kirsten dunst is his girlfriend , she lives in a tacky doublewide, she gives him a kiss, she takes him inside, there are a bunch of couches and people watchin tv, he loses a flip flop, kirsten dunst says he can sub for the spiderman producer for a few weeks,. (if you know brent, this is a very happy good dream, : kisses, beautiful girl, movie producer job, anything to do with flip flops_)

and we talk about dreams, we talk about the clean old man in business slacks and suspenders and how very clean he is (sounds a bit like paul's father.,.), and we talk about so much , sittin in the baskin robbins. ...

and we go to a record shop, dance around and point and giggle and say "i wish i had enough money .. ."

he buys a rufus wainright album, we play it in the car, we giggle at his sideburns __brent is the best girl friend. i wouldn't mind marrying him just to have giggly teenage-girls watching-eighties-movies sleepovers every weekend.

we go over to a fellow named chris's house and brent plays _old nintendo_ galaga (still cheerful and giggly and flirty) , sayin how it's the best arcade game ever,, and chris is in his room playing a guitar like it is a cello, no, he is eating smooth french vanilla ice cream, no, he is flying around his walls in the most delicate thing he's ever touched, nope. it's just chris playin his guitar. . mm mmm mmmm.

and he comes into the living room and for some reason pet cemetary comes up and forms itself into words. and chris sounds like he is trying to convince brent that it's the worst movie ever. he is showing us scenes of zelda and her contortions. we are being freaked out by zelda. after argument and threats, brent gets his way and we watch it in whole (chris adores this movie, i finally figured out, with their round about talkings). brent plops down right next to me on the couch and says something terribly sweet that i cannot remember, for he's plopped right beside me and he's descreetly touching my arm, and i don't think he realizes that he is putting my blood into a frenzy. i wish he knew better. i wish he didn't masturbate all the goddam time so he'd realize everybody isn't mr superhuman. about halfway through the movie he says 'can i have your leg for a pillow' and i feel like screaming, but whisper no. and he kinda scoots away. i wish that boy would realize how godam beautiful he is and stop torturing little girls. or i wish that he'd just kiss me or say something atleast, and stop moochin on every girl he sees and wonder why i act jealous. . mmph. oh well. so. after the movie i make sure to give him a good hug around the neck when he drops me off at my car. oh well..

enough of that.