The GSA acceptance and rejection letters were mailed out yesterday, and most of my friends who applied have received theirs back already. So far I know of two acceptances and two rejections. If the trend in which we only have two attendees go from this county continues, I'm already fucked, but of course, living in the far reaches of the county, I don't get to know for sure until Monday.
Lauren, who decided that it is a very very bad idea to argue with the interviewer after receiving her rejection letter (although she says she doesn't care too much since she has other options. Seeing as Lauren does evvvvvverything, I don't doubt it), keeps telling me that she's sure that I made it in. BUT I DON'T KNOOOOOW.
My dad is trying to be helpful, whereas my mother... Well, um, she's not Oprah for a reason. I flipped out at her when she started talking about Colby vs Tasha (the latter made it in, whereas the former did not. I'm quite proud of Tasha, but I'm still a little sad about Colby). My mom and I both have yet to learn the general rule of "If you don't have something nice to say, then don't say anything at all." It wasn't even that bad, really, I just... I dunno. Get fiercely protective sometimes.
I AM GOING TO GO CRAZY WAITING FOR THAT LETTEEEEEER.
In other news: I had yet another weird dream last night. This one didn't involve any of the usual factors to frustrate me, but the scenes within it were all so strangely disjointed that I don't know what to think. Butbutbut STEAMPUNK THEATRE KIDS so everything is better. I also realized, thanks to Tika posting a little status about how she danced in somebody's arms last night in her dreams, that my head may be telling me that romance takes a backseat to surrealism and nudity (bolded for truth/emphasis).
OH, and somebody had a dream about ME within the past couple of weeks! However, it is not within my jurisdiction to indulge you with details. I had to do a fair amount of demanding to receive the story myself, 'cause... 'Cause...
I don't have a vague, yet plausible excuse,
Andrea! <3
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
No, Subconscious. Do not Want.
Twice this week, I have had dreams where I had to cope with not being a virgin anymore (dream-wise. I am very much still a virgin in reality.). It's starting to confuse me.
The first time, I just had to explain my newfound state of ... I dunno, corruption, to my father; I don't remember how it went. I don't want to.
The second time, last night, I lost it to an upperclassmen of mine who plays trombone, has impeccable grammar, used to have a beard, and is semi-obsessed with Communism and zombies. I didn't witness the actual event, thankfully, but the dread that I could potentially be preggoes lasted throughout the entire dream and more than made up for the awkwardness lost in not witnessing the loss of my subconscious virginity. The thing I remember most clearly was texting the guy about Ghostbusters bracelets, so I don't even know.
I'm not one of those people who can differentiate between a dream and reality while in the midst of a dream, so I woke up this morning feeling very "OH THANK GOD MY VIRGINITY IS STILL INTACT." And ever since, I've just wanted to know whyyyyy.
Could be case of this:
hehehehehe nooooo screw you tumblr the picture DISAPPEARED. D:
And/or I just have odd, sexually charged dreams for no reason.
Andrea! <3
The first time, I just had to explain my newfound state of ... I dunno, corruption, to my father; I don't remember how it went. I don't want to.
The second time, last night, I lost it to an upperclassmen of mine who plays trombone, has impeccable grammar, used to have a beard, and is semi-obsessed with Communism and zombies. I didn't witness the actual event, thankfully, but the dread that I could potentially be preggoes lasted throughout the entire dream and more than made up for the awkwardness lost in not witnessing the loss of my subconscious virginity. The thing I remember most clearly was texting the guy about Ghostbusters bracelets, so I don't even know.
I'm not one of those people who can differentiate between a dream and reality while in the midst of a dream, so I woke up this morning feeling very "OH THANK GOD MY VIRGINITY IS STILL INTACT." And ever since, I've just wanted to know whyyyyy.
Could be case of this:
And/or I just have odd, sexually charged dreams for no reason.
Andrea! <3
Thursday, February 23, 2012
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
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
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