I need to finish my last entry, but I feel like crap right now. I've been feeling sick for the past few days, but, last night it really got bad. It sucked that it had to get bad when I was over at Ryan's. =( There's a big story behind that one. Anyway, my head hurts, my legs ache, it's painful as hell to swallow, and I'm about to fall asleep. Again. Add sickness and exhaustion to an already pissy mood, and you've got... something nobody wants to mess with. Let's get on to the important stuff.
Yesterday, we went vintage/thrift store shopping in Austin. Buffalo Exchange is the shit! It's freaking awesome. I bought a green shirt with lightning bolts that says, "Rod Portelle Electric," and a bright orange jersey type thing that says "Frenchy." Is it a sign? Lol, I bought it, because Kels and Angela made me. They seemed to be under the impression that I am, without a doubt, going to be cast as Frenchy next year. I dunno. We'll just have to wait and see... I almost wish that Hart didn't have the "two-lead" rule. I think he's going to violate it this year, with Steve. I just hope he doesn't cast Lauren as -any- lead, especially Sandy. She's already been -the- lead in two musicals, and they were both her Junior year. I could maybe see if one of her roles had been a supporting one, but, no. She wants to have a career in musical theatre. Don't get me wrong, she has a beautiful voice, but... She can't act. And, performing in musicals is really almost more about acting ability than singing ability. Every character has quirks. They're not all going to sound perfect, or have a typical, gorgeous voice. They have to be good singers, yes, but, not to the degree you'd expect all the time. Wow, now that I've rambled on for a significantly long amount of time, back to my day. I ended up falling asleep while my dad went into Golfsmith, and waking up when we were halfway home.
We got home, and I went to stay over at Angela's house. We had plans. I'm glad we're sort of lucky. She told her mom she was spending the night at my house. We snuck out the back, and ran down the street so Jonathon and all his slutty girlfriends wouldn't see us leave. Angela was in her pajamas, and she had planned on changing before our ride, Ryan, showed up. Didn't work that way. They rolled up, and she was still in her nappy clothes, with her hair wet. So, as soon as we got int he truck, she started changing, trying to be discreet about it. She had just finished putting on her shirt when we pulled into the convenient station... and she realized she had it on backwards. There were all these Mexicans out there, but Ryan has tinted windows. I had to hold up my jacket to hide her while Ducky went in the store. She got her shirt on, and Ducky came back to the truck, and we were on our way. Well, as soon as we got on the back roads, she started pulling off her pants. This wouldn't have been such a big deal, if she wouldn't have been wearing underwear. Luckily, it was pitch black in the truck, and I wasn't going to be a bitch. I could have just been like, "Hey, guys, can you turn on the light for a second?" They would have seen her sitting there, with her naked... yeah... hanging out in the open for everybody and their mama to see. She changed successfully, and stuck her head out the window to dry her hair. We got to Ryan's, and, had a relatively uneventful time. Yeah. That lasted for a whole... two hours. Then, all of a sudden, everybody's phones start ringing at the same time, starting with Ronnies. We've got ten million different people teling us that somebody had been a narc, and told the police we were having a party. Some party. It consisted of eight people((me, Angela, Ronnie, Jenny, Ryan, Ducky, Chris, and Dustin A.)) sitting around and talking. The guys and Jenny were drinking beer, but, I wasn't and Angela wasn't. Ducky and Ryan's dumb asses decided to go smoke weed, but, that was an entirely different issue. Someone called Ronnie and told him that there were about... 5 sheriffs out at Kelm's Store. That was too close for comfort. Ronnie took charge. He knew exactly what to do. Evidently, he had been in situations similar to that before. He told everyone that had brought a vehicle to pull it around into the field, and told the rest of us to get inside. I learned last night that cops aren't allowed to go into your house, or your barn, or whatever, without a warrant. And, to obtain a warrant, they have to have probable cause. Ronnie promised us all we would be safe in the house. He got out his gun, and showed us the hiding place, just in case. Their hiding place is fucking awesome! He told us all that he would take down the cops before he would let them in. And, if you knew Ronnie, you'd believe him. He's a really buff guy. He said, "Those cops better be big motherfuckers, too, otherwise they don't stand a chance." He said that it wsa perfectly legal for him to shoot any cop that came in his house. We turned out all the lights, and settled down to watch White Noise. About halfway through it, we heard something moving around in the kitchen. That got us all up, fast. Ronnie went to investigate, and found nothing. Angela and I went to use the bathroom. I went first, then Angela went, and I stood guard. All the lights were off in the kitchen. I looked over , and, standing there, beside the stove, was the biggest fucking rat I had ever seen in my life. He was just staring t me, watching me. I started backing up toward the counter. I'm sure my face was priceless, because Dustin saw me, jumped up, and got in the kitchen before I could even manage to stutter out, "J-j-jenny? R-ronnie?"I pointed at the rat, Dustin jumps, and yelss, "Shit! That's a big motherfucker!" Everyone else, of course, comes running. Angela remains locked in the bathroom. Dustin grabs part of... something, and tries to go after the rat, but, pretty soon it disappears. We all filed back into the living room, talking about the rat, and how they had been trying to find it for a month, and that was the first time they had actually seen it. We were sitting back down, and Dustin decides to get up and look for the rat again. When I heard him yell, "There's the big bastard!" I hopped up, and ran in the kitchen to watch. He chases that rat out from behind the oven, and is running after it all around the room. I see that fucking rat come after me, and I jump up on the counter. So, I was sitting there on the counter, feeling like a dumbass, while Dustin killed the rat les than a foot from where I was sitting. I did not want to get anywhere near that thing, for fear it might wake up and bite me. So, I jumped. I cleared that bitch, too. We all had a good laugh over that one. Then, we watched TV for awhile, then it was time for Ryan to take Angela and I home. It was fun. I would have made out with Ryan, had it not been for the fact that I'm sick. I need to tell him that I wasn't trying to be a bitch, I was just feeling really bad. I might talk to him tonight. Depends on how I feel, and if I can fall asleep again.
I'm such a failure. I had gotten all As in all of my classes all year, until this last six weeks. I got an 89 in Bigbee's class. That really pissed me off. Dad's still gonna pay me, but, I don't feel like I deserve it. I'm such a stupid failure. But, on the bright side, Metheny said I was an asset to her class, and Hart gave me a 94 on my final when I almost thought I was going to fail. Unity Theatre canceled their musical theatre workshop. =( I'm sad. I was almost looking forward to that. Oh well. Next week, I'll be leaving for NYC. That will be great. I'm still trying to make up my mind about whether or not I want to go to Tennesse. Part of me wants to go, but another part of me... wants nothing to do with that trip. Yeah, well, I guess that's it. If I'm feeling better later, I'll finish my previous entry. We'll see how it goes.