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So, okay, yesterday, aside from some massive jealously concerning fucking Marissa getting a 97 on a paper and I getting a mere 95 (I refuse to admit that she is better than me in any aspect of English save studying for the objective tests; everything else, yes, English, NO) didn't really start until I went out with Sam and her friends to see Grease at Bentworth. Sam's friends: Jesse, Shabang, Cory, Alissa, Tasha. That's listed in least amount of sanity to most. First of all, she was 20 minutes late picking me up, and then we all went to see her boyfriend, Big Daddy Dictator. But, he wasn't home from work yet, so we left (this comes into play later). Then, we met up with Shabang and Alissa at the musical; this is after Cory dove into the front seat from the window and Jesse literally tried to pull him out, via window. Also, Cory is approximately a gazillion feet tall. I digress, Sam had friends in the musical, I knew people from Geek League in the musical, well, person that night, and all three of them were very good. Everyone else: very, painfully bad. It amazes me that [commercial break: green chuck taylors . . . *drool*] they sell out all four of their nights and our two night productions, audience put together, would not sell out. Anyway, many wisecracks made between Sam, Shabang, and I, much fun, had to police Jesse, on aisle, not to touch any of the cast. Corrected the grammar of a song, everyone groaned, good times. Anyway, if you know the story of Grease, you know Rizzo thinks she's pregnant because her period's a week late and when she was banging Kinnicky the condom broke. So, at the end, I swear to you, Rizzo kinda nuzzles Kinnicky and says, in the HAPPIEST, AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL VOICE EVER:
Hey, let's stop at the drugstore on the way home . . . I think my friend's coming over! *teehee*
I have been seen a fetal position quite like the one Shabang retreated into.
So, we go to Pizza Hut, somehow, since Sam's car is barely one step up from George, Matt Kinkus' infamous pimp mobile ("A door is ajar" "Shut the fuck up George"). And we're all sitting there, eating, having a good time, visiting with our friend Becca, who's waitressing. And Sam's cell phone rings. I say: Is it Daddy Dictator? She talks for a few minutes; it is him. She sounds angry, I obviously didn't hear his side of the convo, but she said things like (sounding very annoyed, and Sam really doesn't get her annoyed voice very often):
We stopped, you weren't there!
Well, I didn't know that's what you meant, I'm sorry!
Well, you're having your slumber party, what do you care if I'm out this late with my friends? <-- he's like, 21 and having two friends from work stay over at his house.
Shabang, Julia, Jesse, Cory, Tasha, and Alissa. <-- who was there.
Julia, Jesse, Cory, and Tasha. <-- who she had to take home.
Jesse and Cory. <-- I presume the guys she was taking home, for she did not mention Shabang.
Fine, I'll stop by after I take them home.
I'm sorry!
So, she was pretty grumpy for the rest of the time. He's a total dick to her, and apparently gets angry with her for hanging out with her guy friends (one of whom has a girlfriend, the rest of whom . . . just no, okay.) and basically has her whipped (wicha, wicha, Massar, Massar!). Bitches at her about EVERYTHING. I advise her to breakup with him. She seems to think she can't find anyone else, which is ridiculous, for she is awesome. But, I hope she dumps him; he's an ass and doesn't deserve the brand of cool that is my friend Sam.
Anyway, as we left the parking lot, we had a little bumper car derby with Sam's and Shabang's cars . . . very Jackass-esque, very fun, lovely dent now officially in the side of Sam's car. A nice, nice night, minus the Big Daddy Dictator bullshit.
And soon, I am off to Mock Trial, and then, hopefully, shopping with Emily and crew. Or father and mother, but they're probably too busy. Blaaaaaaaarg.
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