he is maaaaaad

mood: pitiful
music: 'with a voice of singing'
CPCetc: *cough hack twitch twitch* damn.

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Because Lauren-chan was so positive that we would have 'fun' at Talent, I feel the need to post this.

So Talent. Oh yes, precious. I'm now back from Talent. Before I continue, please note the time! 12.05. PM. On Saturday 10 September. Foreboding? I think so.

Last night, I get to school (again) about 18.00. I've got my medical form in hand to be copied, I've got my toothbrush, I'm ready to go. Paiga arrives shortly after, just as prepared (though she all-ready did the medical form bit because she's a good person). We get a hold of Thetard who begins a valiant attempt at making the teachers' lounge printer work and the question becomes 'where's Will?'. Keep in mind: Will has the same medical form issue that I have and was to be at school at 18.00. He gets there 18.10-ish (which is remarkably on-timed for Will) and gets a lecture because the printer refuses to work and she has to go start the one in the office. We're of course blowing this off because we could care less. She goes off to do that, leaving us to find the errant Baboukis.

Who is nowhere to be found.

Thetard gets back about ten minutes later and there's still no Hilary. So she goes to get the van and sends Will to the top of the senior lot and Paiga and I to the front drive-thingy. Well, we're just having a blast 'cause that's what we do. Hilary arrives at last and we pity her for having to walk with a massive sleeping bag in tow.

Now this is where life gets interesting.

Will realises that he has nothing to sleep on. No pillow, no blanket, nothing. This is okay: I've got a sleeping-bag, Paige has sheets, we'll just all shack up together. That's just great. Thetard arrives and we start to load.

Thetard doesn't have her suitcase. So she has no clothes. No toothbrush. No deodorant. Nothing. She's got an air-mattress! But that's it.

So she makes a mad dash to the English office (where everything not in Stroud ends up) to begin foraging for clothing. We hang around in the Ghetto Bus (it's an ISU van that's plum. And a piece of shite. No. For serious. You should see this thing. We named it Philo). Eventually, Thetard finds some Joseph trousers and a shirt that's twelve sizes too large and we're off about fifteen minutes late.

So we go to Wendy's and that's just lovely and we hit the road. Everything's just fine.

...Until we get there.

It's being held at this place called Unity High School in Tolono, Illinois. That should tell you something right there. Unity High School is in a very old building. A very long old building in the middle of the cornfields. There's no air-conditioning. And we're to sleep in the gym with about a hundred other hormonal high-schoolers.

But that's okay! We'll rough it. We're exhausted and dehydrated by midnight, but we'll be okay. Will flirts his way into getting another sleeping bag and the three of us curl up together for a very long night on the hard wooden floor.

I should've known when I woke up in the middle of the night that it was a bad sign. It almost always is. And I should've known when I was shaking uncontrolably with cold that that was a worse sign. You see, when I sleep (and you can ask Marion about this; she swears to it), my body heats up dramatically. I almost always wake up sweaty in the morning because of it. I turn into the Human Torch overnight. So whenever I wake up in the middle of the night and I'm freezing, it usually means I'm sick. But I didn't think about this. I just grabbed a blanket (which Paige stole part of because she's a doll like that) and tried to get back to sleep.

We woke up to the sounds of bad techno and Hilary forcibly removing our bedding whilst wearing a scary clown mask (also an omen of bad things ahead). We get up (reluctantly so) and get dressed so we can get some coffee.

...No coffee. Bagels. Whole Vitamin D milk. But no coffee. I swear to God, I thought Will was going to cry.

We're having breaky and someone tells a really funny story (and by 'really funny story' I mean 'somewhat amusing anecdote made hilarious by my sleep-deprived brain). I'm laughing, of course, when I notice that catching my breath is an incredibly painful experience. This can't be good. I decide to get my inhaler before it gets worse.

...When I realise I don't have my inhaler with me.

At the same moment, Will realises that he doesn't have his Thyroid medications. And Paige realises she doesn't have her allergy medication. And we all share an 'oh holy shit' expression. So we go back to our bags in a vain hope that we're wrong. Which we aren't. Thetard demands that we haul our bags out to the van so we do so. It's at this point in time that this issue with inhalation becomes slightly more dire and I explain to Thetard that I'm having this problem.

Firstly, let me explain that I was born with an extreme case of asthma. Most of you know this. I spent the majority of my infancy in St Joe's. This is why I hate hospitals. The last time I had any real asthma issue (which was the first time I'd had one in years), it was because I spent the night with a chain smoker. So it's not a big deal. I don't feel the need to carry it with me everywhere unless I see an obvious need to.

So Thetard does the nice thing and asks if we need to go home (Hilary, being a facilitator, arranged for her mum to come get her) and I said that wasn't really a big deal and I didn't need to burden everyone. Everyone wants to go home anyway and insists no such burden is being placed. But we managed to find someone with the same kind of inhaler so I took that and everything seemed fine.

We go back inside, steal some coffee from the teachers' room and go to the auditorium for morning announcements. The room starts to fill up. My asthma kicks in again. Paige makes the executive decision that if I'm not better by the time the film is over (it was about ten minutes long), we are hauling ass out of there. It doesn't get better. The little panic monkies are beginning to leer at me and Will goes to find Thetard. Two stolen pens and a few minutes later, we're out in the hallway where there is some actual air circulating. Thetard comes and does her little mother hen routine and Will and Paige admit they really don't want to be there anyway and we decide to climb into Philo and go home.

Thus, Talent wasn't terribly much fun for me. I did get to see the Thetard/Stuckey pad and it's pretty damn hott so far. I know this could change at any moment. Plans are underway to stick the tea shoppe in there. We'll see. It takes a lot to convince Pat these days. We also found coffee. And I lost seven dollars because I'm a goofus doofus.

But I'm home. And somewhat sickly. I'm also having a very rough time typing from all the stereroids in my system. Hopefully the dizziness'll go away and I'll be able to take a shower.

Give me a ring if you so desire. I don't think I'll be going anywhere today.