Chaos Ensues (A Post That Should Have Happened Over a Month Ago).

I hate it when so much has happened since my last post that I don't know what points to highlight and elaborate upon. Usually when it happens, I chicken out and procrastinate for as long as possible. I nearly wrote this last night, but I stayed awake until six and didn't consider blogging until four. I don't trust myself to make decisions that late at night, because it would probably derail into how much I love a guy who can cutely pull off a fishnet shirt, and that's a post for another time. I'm also being pestered to write on boobs sometime (hi Dillion), so.. I suppose that will also happen eventually. Dearie me.

As Post-Musical Depression Sets In...

Over the last week, so many soul-searching conversations have been had, frappes have been bought, cars have been yelled at (as Todd and I racked our brains for more creative profanity), and maybe a bro code or two was spectacularly broken.

As mentioned in the last post, Todd drove me about half of the way home over the last week. He's quite a snoop, but I'm fond of him and don't have too many secrets, anyway. Colby and Lauren are currently on my case for not asking him a lot of questions regarding his relationship life (I think we're like a little shipper-circle. We ship all our classmates; however, we would make horrible wingmen. Or Lauren and I would, anyway). Oh well. He seems to know most of the little there is to know about mine, though. He's supportive. Kinda. I also discovered that he can't wait to be a daddy. I think that's adorable, because I can see him getting along really well with children. He says he can see me with one daughter. Apparently I can't have a son because Todd doesn't trust me to dress up little boys. Oh well. We also had several  relationship-centric conversations that don't bear blogging about because weeeeeeeeell I'm paranoid and some things, the world is just not ready for.

I promise you that no making out or any other behavior of an intimate nature was done in Todd's car, even if I, along with several others, was wondering just what it would take to explode Simon's "oh shit Andrea is interacting with other things with PENISES angstangstrageangst" meter. Nobody has been murdered yet, so I assume it is still fully functioning.

I was also involved in my most teary circle-up yet Saturday, as we have five seniors and an exchange student graduating. This is my last production with all of them, but I will probably be working with four of them in May or so, for the Musical Theatre Ensemble showcase night, West of Broadway. It seemed that everybody was crying by the end of circle-up. Everybody. I looked across the circle to Colby and Fox and Colby was unashamedly tearing up, while Fox was aaaaaaaalmost there. I just stared, astounded at Fox's capacity for emotion. Also was amazed when he and Lauren started hugging each other. Usually they're too busy antagonizing each other to be nice.

The plays ran smoothly, nobody's dead (yet), and I also got to play some wonderfully inappropriate charades-from-the-catwalk with Colby and Lauren. Also engaged in potentially reckless behavior (however, considering the parties involved, simply knowing them is reckless).

I HAVE NO REGRETS,
Andrea! <3

Excerpts of Semi-Significant Conversations From the Last Two Days.

*Monday, during lunch, in the theatre stairwell.

Simon: *walks in, looks to the left to see a little Andrea who has been creeper-staring at him from behind the window in the door for the last several minutes, then proceeds to sit down next to the trash can.*
Lauren: "Oh, Andrea, tell Simon the good news!"
Andrea: *is standing facing Lauren, turns to her right to Simon.* "I'm pregnant."
Simon: *look of kind-of-okay-ness*
Lauren: "Whatnddfgkg the OTHER good news."
Andrea: "It's not yours."
Simon: *same reaction, nod.*
Lauren: "The BETTER news."
Andrea: "It's Fox's."
Lauren: "... Y'know, I don't even know if GSA is above or below that... Ummm..."
Andrea: "Oh by the way I got into GSA."

Why Am I Awake?

It's four twenty in the morning. I'm awake and dressed, sans jewelry. Maybe I'll actually do my hair today. And I have to make Fox his medal and ham sandwich. I'm not entirely sure where to acquire the hooker/s I promised him, though. I could do it, 'cause apparently I dress like a cheap hooker; however, I can think of at least twenty ways that could go wrong. And I need to finish up other obligations, too. I am so behiiind. I just want to bury myself in books, because it's a way to seem like I might actually possess some semblance of intelligence while really just procrastinating on the art I owe people. And I have a bunch of those I need to read, too. I'm working on The Restoration Game and Clockwork Angel simultaneously right now, since I've finished The Fellowship of the Ring and the Looking Glass Wars trilogy. And someone who will be referred to as Mephistopheles simply because he refuses to divulge his identity to anybody (I'm not certain I'm complaining. It gives a forum full of girls an amusing stalk-quest) already recommended to me American Gods and Good Omens, and people can't recommend books to me without me absolutely dying to read them. I am going to get so behind. Right when I was actually making some progress in the read-your-dang-books area.

Speaking of behind, maybe I should make breakfast or something,
Andrea! <3

P.S. -- I think a ladybug just landed in my lap....