I acquired around 2 hours of sleep after writing this morning's post... I have since ran around the high school in Morgantown like an idiot all day, sans the hour or so I spent being interviewed/writing. I have no regrets. However, it is now a ground rule of Lauren's car that Colby and I not be allowed to sit together, because we will eventually form ourselves into a complicated tangle of limbs in order to bewilder the people in the car next to us.
The four of us, all being undignified theatre kids, decided in that the 2+ hours we each spent unoccupied, we sang and danced to songs from The Lion King, Honk! (which we are currently in production of, and therefore the other three know all the songs, whereas I, the stage manager who begins attending rehearsal tomorrow, do not. I was such an outcast), and Avenue Q. Several parents were staring at us disapprovingly. We, as usual, couldn't really be arsed to care. I was surprised that many of the applicants we saw were so reserved. I expect people within the arts to be more outgoing nowadays, especially within the performing arts.
One girl, though, came up and introduced herself to Colby, Lauren, and I while Tasha was in auditioning. I like to think I know a wonderful initial conversation-starter when I see one (e.g., Simon: "Those look like dominatrix gloves. If I give you $5, will you bend me over, pull out your whip, spank me and call me a big boy?" ), and being told that I will be beaten up and have my Unico (she recognizes Unicooooooo *hyperventilates*) shirt stolen, resulting in a little tussle, is one of them. The girl, whose name turned out to be Molly, and I had a small fandom gang up on Lauren (our Homestuck/video gaming vs. Lauren's Doctor Who/Sherlock). We also got engaged, invaded the personal space of everybody in the immediate area, and crack!ships were brought up. Ohhhh the joys of shipping.
When she left, Lauren, Colby, and Tasha, who had returned several minutes beforehand, all had somewhat terrified looks that I didn't understand.
They say they can only deal with one Andrea in their lives.
Then Lauren decided it would be an great idea to, while talking to the girls waiting for their interviews, to talk about the instrumental music auditions and suggest that I should have a comprehensive knowledge of the instruments Jacob is proficient in because I have "had my tongue down his throat." Speaking of him, he and Nick, aka the god of everything BECAUSE HE IS SO GOOD AT EVERYTHING AND I CAN'T BE NEXT TO HIM BECAUSE HE IS BETTER THAN ME. AND IT GIVES ME A COOOOOMPLEX, were just about to leave the school as our group of four arrived. I spoke a little with Jacob, and he said he thought he did well in the auditions, which I'm happy for. I told him that he better have made it in, because my money was on him. He was particularly smiley, which is always reassuring.
As for my own interview and exercise, I actually did pretty well, or so I thought. I discussed a little LotR with the interviewer, a rather attractive middle-aged man who will also be teaching the Creative Writing program at GSA. Lauren, within the fifteen minutes of her interview, managed to get into an argument with him about adjectives. Fifteen minutes, man.
Ughhhh I am so tired. I do not want this daylight savings time.. Not in the least.
I WANT SLEEEEEEEEEEP JHDJHFDGJH ARGH.
Andrea! <3
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