She Returns.

Jesus. I haven't blogged in ages.

Not much has happened. The movie I referred to in my last post went really well, though, and I was not awkward and clingy the entire time. SEE. I'M CAPABLE. A little. It's 4:38 in the morning and frankly, I question the sleep schedule and/or sanity of anybody able to form complex, compelling thoughts at this time of morning. The only thought of mine are those in which I revolutionize the dildo industry as has been suggested. I also coined a new term tonight while talking to Lauren: "Bonering." Not the same thing as boning. Speaking of her, I decided I was going to invite her, Aprylle, and Ali over sometime next week because I realized Aprylle and Lauren have never seen my humble abode. Catering could be a challenge, though, since Lauren's gluten-free and Aprylle's vegan. Somehow, Lauren's easier than Aprylle. Damn milk and eggs fucking everything up. And GSA's in 8 days. Wooooooo hopefully my roommate doesn't hate me. They also finally created a Facebook page for us so I don't have to STALK MY GSAMATES ANYMORE. I can't stop being a creeper; thank GOD.

Ughhhh sleepysleepyanswermydamnpmsoIcanfeelsemi-accomplished,
Andrea! <3

P.S. -- Since this was an awful quality post haha when am I ever quality, here, have some nice a capella Disney.

"Top Hat, My Ass."

I found this lovely list of obscure (not to mention irrelevant to the title) words on tumblr recently. Regardless of how dubious I am about their legitimacy as words (the only ones I previously knew were "dystopia" and "malapert"), I think they deserve more attention.

Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someone's lips.
Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.
Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond his or her knowledge.
Apodyopsis - The act of mentally undressing someone.
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Autolatry - The worship of one’s self.
Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage.
Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling.
Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.
Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.
Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue.
Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.
Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder.
Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures.
Agelast - A person who never laughs.
Wanweird - An unhappy fate.
Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell.
Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.
Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone he or she once did.
Malapert - Clever in manners of speech.
Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.
Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.
Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it.”
Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.

Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.
Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads nowhere.
Baisemain - A kiss on the hand.
Druxy - Something that looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.
Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but are both too afraid to make the first move.

I think "Sphallolalia" may as well be my given name. I also had to Cha Cha "Apodyopsis" yesterday afternoon so that I could write it upon my hand. Whether or not anybody will receive the complementary "Gymnophoria" on his or hers is yet to be seen. The two words go very well with my oversized pin stating "I'm imagining you naked." Ali and I showed it to everybody today, and most everybody was either very entertained or a little disturbed. However, on the way to 4th with Lauren and Mark, I showed it to Mark, who responded "You too!" I was dumbstruck; Lauren was being unhelpful and staring at the lockers in the opposite direction, so I couldn't look to her for words. She did, however, utter the title later. SUCH A SUPPORTIVE FRIEND.


With brontide,
Andrea! <3

P.S. -- I also saw Cody today right after running up the stairs and squeezing between some football players in order to make it to to my preferred route. Somehow, him shouting "ANDREA!! I don't even need to say it. You already know what I'm going to say!" (for those who don't know, it's ritual for Cody to remind me that I need to get laid every time he sees me)  absolutely made my day. I feel like I ought to demand that he bake me this cake if I ever do lose my virginity. I'm gonna deserve a fucking cake by then!

More Theatre Shenanigans

I swear that place owns my soul.

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.

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."

Best Day Ever.

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

This is why I can't take naps.

I woke up this morning and realized that when confronted with the issue of not being able to speak, I resort to incomprehensible hand motions and grabbing at my throat trying to tell my father that I am incapable of speech. He told me to go back to bed. So I did, failed, and spent time playing on this here computer-y thing. I did eventually take a nap, and it was particularly odd, especially because I haven't really remembered a dream in ages.

It started off with me attempting to walk up a hill to school. Dillion was there, along with Alex (aka rather charming manwhore who shows up in my dreams a lot) and his girlfriend. I was woozy and kept falling down, so Dillion had to give me a piggyback ride. I'm surprised that I didn't grab his extremely long, unicorn jizz-conditioned hair and act as if it was the reins to a pony. I was, however, extremely confused, as this is something he'd never do in reality. Then this guy came and yelled at us for walking on the hill, I'm not sure of the specific reasons but I just know that I ended up shirtless (as per usual. It's a staple of my dreams) and running around a building that was somehow school-related. I assume it was such because in frantically running around (because panicking is clearly more effective than looking for shirt-like materials in the immediate area), I ran into this ginger girl who's in my English class and she told me there was some sort of meeting there.

Eventually Lauren found me (she was wearing this super super cute rather innocent scene-y boy we know, Frankie's, glasses) and directed me to this woman that I don't recognize at all, but she gave me a sort of hijab-like garment and a dress to cover myself. I somehow gathered that she was Muslim. I was pretty fond of her, and judging by how I later saw my mother in this building and they had a particularly lengthy conversation that I didn't understand, so I also assumed that she was Filipino.

I don't remember what happened to connect x and y, but somehow I managed to lose my hijab and freak out (I'm pretty sure the rest of me was still clothed, though), then I was back on the hill at school and this man, the same one who'd yelled at Dillion and I, had unleashed puppies. HOMICIDAL PUPPIES. EVERYWHERE.

Then I woke up. I proceeded to Google the significance of having dreams of shirtlessness, as I seem to be incapable of going ONE DREAM fully clothed. The first page of results says that I either have financial worries or wish to express my love for something. Dillion also thought that it meant I crave freedom, which would make sense, but in searching, that never came up. My initial thought was that it had something to do with my boatloads of insecurity.

Anyway, just don't do acid before you take naps,
Andrea! <3