Movie Openings, the iphone, and morons

I recently went out, apparently along with everyone else in Colorado, and saw The Dark Night. The new Batman movie. I saw it mistakingly at 12:01am, along with, EVERYONE ELSE IN COLORADO.

After many debates with my boyfriend about how I was completely and utterly let down with Batman Begins, and my newly found anger towards this "wanna be superhero." I gave in and went and saw it. I will not lie, it was good. And when I say good I mean gooood, with extra O's to emphasize the wonderful preformance by the late Ledger. The joker most definitely made the movie, and it was well worth the wait in line to see it.

But here's my question: why, when there is a movie opening, and the theater is packed, does everyone have to act like a complete ASS? These things only happen in movies like Batman, Superman, Transformers, and the like... but c'mon. If ya'll are die-hard fans, why must you all talk and shout throughout the movie. Yelling back and forth like we're at a highschool football game and we're spitting on our hands before shaking "good game." Seriously? If your at a movie at 12am you should be old enough to shut your mouth and watch the movie that you decorated your car for!

And my other note tonight has to deal with the Iphone. My boyfriend has been trying to get one for days now, but its seemingly impossible. It's been, what, two weeks? Since they came out? And Apple has this brilliant plan to only release a numbered amount a day, so that everyone has to race to the store (with limited locations) and wait in line to be told that the 50 year old gray haired lady that doesn't know what an "upgrade" is will be receiving the last 16gig 3G- which isn't what you wanted anyway, but you'll take it because YOUR SICK OF THIS F*N LINE!

That is enough for now. But seriously, Batman is SUCH a poser.

Why do I run?

Why do I run? Where do I get my motivation from?

I'm a waitress and I work about 5+hours a shift where I don't get to sit down for 5 hours strait. It is like the longest cardio workout ever.

And when I get off, I go home..

And all I can think about is "I need to go running"

Treadmill, track, pavement.

Why do I run?

Why do I never let myself talk myself out of running?

What is my motivation?

Oh yeah, THAT is.

I'm going to go run. :-)

Why don't you get off the internet and run too!

What's my motivation?

I try to run everyday. I like to run everyday. It makes me feel... sane.

When I get off of work at 5:00pm after going in at 9:00am, not having a break, not sitting down, constantly waitressing for 8 hours-I'm tired.

So..

What gets me on my feet? What gets me on the track, treadmill, pavement. Why do I run? WHY?

Well...

I don't know.

Vroom!

So lately I've been thinking that I need a new car.

I want something utterly, sexy, yeah I said it.

As of right now I drive a silver pontiac grand prix. Its a great car! Truly, but I sometimes feel like a 40 year old divorced couger when I drive it. I would much rather be the 20 year old sexy 20 year old zooming around in her bright red shiny (and shorter) car with a pretty fin, wingy thing on the back.

Then I stop to think about my many incidents, and reasons to wait before splurging on a car I might just blow up.

Incidents:

1)I used to own a Jeep Cherokee 1990 Limited Edition (ow-ow) that I backed into a wood light pole so hard that my hatch flew open in the busiest street in my cow-town and all of my personal belongings flew out of the back, and while the cars behind me were swerving and honking their horns, I was irritatingly giving them the finger. Until I realized I had to pull over and gather my belongings out of the middle of the street. (blush)

2) Me looking for a CD in my car on a major highway and plowing into the back of a much bigger vehicle (which luckily had a hitch, therefore I merely caused myself damage) -also Jeep

3) Me partying secretly at barn-house, only to wake up the next morning and ask, "why the f* is there a big hole in the back of my jeep?" Explain that one to dad.

4) Me turning a 3-point-turn into a 2-point-turn about 15 feet away from a graduation party, and failing to realize that my 2-point-turn needed to be a 3-point-turn and I ran into a van. Me: "Did I just hit the van?" My friend Stacci laughing uncontrollably. Me: "Did anyone hear?" Stacey: still laughing uncontrollaby. Me speeding off, no harm no foul.

5) I got a new pretty silver grand prix that I didn't want! And then I ran into a pretty red jetta while turning very fast and failing to realize that I wasn't the only person on the road. And after having rear-ended another car, I proceeded to get out of the car and yell at the other driver for doing nothing wrong! "WHY DID YOU LET ME HIT YOU!?" Jerk.

6) Me turning in my own apartment complex, with pretty white snow covering the ground. Me frantically looking around to make sure than no one saw me jump the curb and run into the fence because apparently there was ICE under that SNOW! Who'd a thunk it?

7) Because this is getting SO long, I'm just going to wrap it up with, kissing the walls in parking garages, running into a median while trying to text message on my way to the new Sex and the City Movie only to find out that rims do bend and spare tires shouldn't be flat... and barely tapping cars and using a hoodie to remove the evidence isn't a good idea because it will stain the hoodie indefinitely.

Because of these recent (and not so recent) discoveries, I think maybe I will wait to get a new car. Hmm.
Maybe I should have taken drivers ed a little more seriously.
OR MAYBE MY BOYFRIEND SHOULDN'T TEXT ME WHEN I'M DRIVING! I can't help it that I can't stand it when I get messages following messages:
For example:
Boyfriend: "Hey baby"
My mental voice: "Don't text back, it's just Jerod, must drive, not hit medians"
B: "Hello?"
MMV: "It's okay, concentrate, 10&2"
B:"????"
MMV: " Its. Killing. Me"
B: "Wtf babe?"
MMV: "GODD****!" chkchkchkchk, bang! MEDIAN! "AHHHHHH!"