WESTest.

It's standardized testing week, woooooo. I just finished four days of lovely multiple choice bubbles (and four gridded response questions that I didn't answer 'cause I'm dumb). Next week contains my last three days of school, sans scheduling.

Our testing groups are in alphabetical order, and luckily, I knew quite a few people within mine. We were always done approximately two hours prior to release to go to class, so about ten of us played cards most of the days. I believe today's UNO game was the most intense. Abbie and I stared cussing each other out. We told everybody else that it was okay because we "have this sort of relationship." We also can't play bullshit with Ben's cards. There are little markings on the back that he can cheat with, and I suck enough at bullshit as is. Like horrendously. I can't lie. But Abbie can't seem to do so either.

Alex, for those who don't know, the boy I stalked around for a good majority of seventh grade, was also in my testing group. He used to have this hairstyle that I dubbed the "afro of King Midas." But within the last week or two, HE CUT IT SHORT. LIKE SHORT SHORT NO CURLS ANYMORE. IT'S ALL GONE. It's actually quite attractive, but it's still meddling with my brain. I talked to him some on Monday, along with Colin, Nick, and Ben. He's Alex-ish as ever... And still telling people about that guy I got into a small spat with and elbowed in the back of the head in seventh grade. It's apparently in the top 3 funniest things he's seen in his school career.

Three of us from that testing group--Nick, Abbie, and I, will be attending GSA in the summer together. Abbie and I keep teasing Nick, telling him that we're going to ostracize him. Nick is also convinced that his roommate is going to be a) gay, b) Asian, or c) gay AND Asian. We then created several different possible scenarios, one of which ended in Nick having to become a drag queen in order for Abbie and I to hide him in one of our rooms. I really doubt he'll be hit on, though, regardless of what sexuality his roommate is. We're all very excited, but still a little nervous. Abbie, in vocals, has to go learn a new piece entirely by our entry on July 1st. Nick and I are just overall nervous. We're all kind of anxious to see who we're roomed with. Nick's story is above, and Abbie and I are just worried that we won't get along with our roomies. She doesn't want a visual art roommate, and she also told me that I'm probably going to keep striking up debates with my roommate... Which will not happen... Unless they pull the "God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve" phrase on me. In that case, shoes and vests will be flung. Whether not I can hit anybody's cheekbones with the buttons like I (accidentally) did to Lauren today, that's debatable.

I also presented part of my Hamlet summary to my English class (according to Casey, chick from Titanic = Ophelia) and shared some orgasmic beef and broccoli with Matt and Llamamoth today. It was a pretty good day. The awards ceremony is tomorrow; it should actually be pertinent to me this time. GSA and all.

Andrea! <3

P.S.-- I'm having a conversation about bra versatility right now. Apparently they're very good for launching projectiles. And now duct tape and nerf swords. This could get interesting.