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.

Wednesday, Lacking in its Usual Misery

I believe my dad's philosophy on life is "Whatever doesn't kill you is absolutely delicious." I can't think of a food he doesn't love, outside of shellfish. 'Cause that would kill him. (Not a summary.)

I went to Links today, and Tasha said to Jacob: "Kara said you do." As the resident snoop and person-that-hits-on-everything,-and-by-everything-I-mean-especially-Jacob, I have made it my personal business to discover just what Jacob is doing that Tasha refuses to tell me about. She said it was "inappropriate." I really hope she doesn't believe that will deter me. It merely drives me crazy! She somehow implied that he was with someone. My reaction was to point at him and make incoherent noises until I could ask who he was whoring around with. Tasha claimed it was himself, but I believe that's too obvious an answer (then again, he is the "good" one out of all of us. Maybe excluding Rhea in decency, but definitely the most innocent). Then Megan joined in, and it became too chaotic to decipher anything. Somehow she interpreted that Jacob takes it up the butt.

I'm pretty sure that's not what Tasha was talking about; however, as she hasn't shown herself on Facebook for me to nag her until I discover this lovely little tidbit of information, it can't be ruled out.

I've actually done a good majority of my homework tonight, aside from I can never bring myself to write the journals for English. I really just have no desire to contemplate the implications of humans suddenly growing two thumbs on each hand. Lauren was distraught over how this would result in a lack of middle finger, whereas Matt was confused out of his mind. He spent a good amount of time yelling "IMPOSSIBRU!!" and questioning everybody in the immediate area. I just assumed that there was a lot of inbreeding going on.

Ms. S: "Well, think about the state of the ozone, the state of the environment and surrounding pollution, the state of technology..."

Lauren: "...Not to mention the state we're in....."

Ah, good ol' West Virginia. But I wasn't the only one. Casey, this guy who sits across the room and says some of the most ridiculously entertaining things sometimes tried to offer an explanation to the class at one point:

"Okay. So take a brother and a sister, and another brother and sister. Then one brother gets with the sister, and the other gets with the other, then THEIR kids have kids, and then their daughter's a WHORE!!!"

Ms. S then went on to pretend he said "horror," as Casey is one of the least discreet people I've ever encountered. He's also so clueless sometimes that it's hilarious, but I think it may be a case of obfuscating stupidity.

Since we're currently reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn in there as well, we had previously had a class discussion about our "adventures" with our childhood "gangs." I sat in the corner and inconspicuously ate beef and broccoli, because I was an antisocial child who lived in the town with a grand population of ten, and therefore had no stories. I guess Casey managed to give himself a concussion or something, Lauren tried to sled her younger sister into the "abyss" (then left her there, because, in Lauren's words "I tried to push her, but she was too heavy!"), aaaand Chris and Abbie somehow sledded off Chris's garage using cookie tins. That last one perplexes me.... How did they not die? My older sister was the more adventurous of the two of us, I think. I, obviously, spend way too much time on the computer to be adventurous.

It snowed like crazy earlier (and guess what idiot wore a miniskirt and thigh-highs instead of, oh, maybe PANTS!?), so I'm hoping for a two-hour delay tomorrow. A snow day is doubtful, and nobody else wants on, 'cause if we only have one more, then we'll be released from school in May. I don't care either way, but everybody else seems to.


Cross your fingers so I can get more sleep,
Andrea! <3

AU's and Rope. But Mainly AU's.

Sooo... That picture. Little!Simon is disappointed in the weeaboo which is his female alter ego. But she is. As far as I'm concerned, chick!Little!Simon is obsessed with androgynous 2D boys boning each other, and I think I want to draw her some more, if only because the concept cracks me up.

"I don't have that chair..." "STFU your furniture choice changes with your gender."

 

I'm also considering genderbending or inverting some of my other friends. The last time we attending Creative Writing club, Ali and I somehow went off on a yarn about an alternate universe where KFC doesn't exist and everybody is the opposite of what they are. This effectively turned Ali and I into exaggerated versions each other: She became emotionally volatile and promiscuous, and I became proper and sophisticated. I'm also probably one of those girls who wear Ugg boots and skinny jeans religiously. Our other friends exist here, too, but chances are a lot of us would despise each other but that seems to happen enough already. I'll talk about it later.

Drama Club was Wednesday, along with Links. In the former, someone left the rope near me during an improv game, which is a horrible idea, regardless of the fact that I don't improv. I'm horrible at it. Simply horrible Jesus Mary Joseph I am a stammering tomato. Nonetheless, I GOT TO PLAY WITH ROPE!! :D Along with a very reluctant Colby.

See? He gets this face every time I go near him with rope and/or a camera. He expects it by now.

During Links, my usual lover, Megan, was sick with something we now suspect to be gallbladder-related, so I had to ask Tasha out instead. In response, her boyfriend, Damian, pouted. Adorably. My assumption now is just that everybody in our little Links-clique-y thing has to be my lover at least once. Or at least all the girls. Jacob counts as a girl 'cause he won't tell us what he/she/IT is. Also discovered that Jacob's crotch doesn't tell time. And that is the most depressing thing ever. I'm gonna go cry now.

Andrea! <3

P.S.-- Simon friend requested me on Facebook a couple nights ago. I'm both confused and suspicious. Ali says not to read into it, but people just don't do that after they give you the silent treatment for three-or-so months. ... Or do they? I don't know. Maybe he just wants to tag himself in the bazillions of pictures that I take that he coincidentally ends up in.

Cyberbullying and Some Angst Regarding the Silent Treatment.

Augh. Has somebody coined the term "second semester blues" yet? I'm becoming rather suspicious about this, because second semester last year was also quite a drag... I blame Honors classes. SO. MUCH. It's only a week in, and I feel like I have no other life! And once I'm frustrated with one thing, everything else becomes much more frustrating and it goes on and on and on.

There was an assembly today during Links regarding cyberbullying and how to prevent it. Now, because a friend of mine, and fairly recognizable figure throughout my grade, was suspended about a week ago, and he has been harassed all throughout high school, I know a lot of people were angered by the hypocrisy within the assembly. We're supposed to report bullying that goes on, directed at us or not, and what happens when we do? "Avoid them." In some cases, that's really just not enough. It wasn't for Zach, anyway. Sometimes it feels like the homophobia is around every corner. I'm not a lesbian, but I've seen the hate speech around. Diva or not, it's not something he deserves to be harassed for. Apparently the Advanced Drama class discussed it during 4th period, right afterward, and were fairly frustrated by the amount of homophobia, racism, and mental-disorder-related bullying here. I'm not in that class, but some approaches to the matter have been brought up.

I, on the other hand, have been looking inwardly and yelling at myself for my own hypocrisy. It's not necessarily cyberbullying, but I am a horribly feisty person and lately have noticed that the people I used to be close to hate me now, or at least are becoming rather distant. Some I don't care too much about, but in a bout of intense frustration, I called Simon earlier tonight to apologize. I left him a short voicemail message (and possibly screwed myself over by mentioning that I don't expect forgiveness? Fawk.), but I doubt he listened to it. If he did, I doubt he cares. I don't expect, or really deserve forgiveness. But not being acknowledged kind of just pisses me off. He probably thinks I want something out of him. But he should also know by now that I never know what I want. That's what got us into this latest mess in the first place!!

I don't know how to fix the pain I've caused him. I don't know if I can. For all I know, even if we do begin speaking again, it'll just be the next cycle of the never ending process of us being friends, then friends with a lot of sexual tension, then hating each other because we can't deal with each other's issues. Blaaaaah I need tissues for my issues, along with some sleep.

In a state of super-duper turmoil,
Andrea! <3

Second Semester Worries.

Oh my God. First semester. JDJDSLKSAFLKJSD WHERE AM I WITHOUT YOUUUUUUUUUU. I'm not so sure about the upcoming semester. It has the potential to be fairly awesome, but it also has to potential to suuuuuuuuuck epic cheeseballs, and I'm not feeling too optimistic so far. This is my schedule:





1st period: US History Honors
2nd period: English 10 Honors
3rd period: Business Computer Applications I
4th period: Biology 

I've discovered who most of my classmates in first and second period are (I'm messaging one of my... Errr... Frenemies? to tell him we have 1st together, and his immediate response was "fuck kill me now." Thanks Baby Jesus. Love you too.) , but as for third and fourth, I have next to no idea. I'm guessing that there will be a lot of freshmen in my third class, and somehow being their upperclassmen gives me no sense of undeserved superiority. Rather, I'm intimidated by the likelihood that I won't know anybody in the class, and that it'll be one of those classes where I'm kind of hiding in the corner the entire time. Ali also mentioned that there's a possibility that I'll be stuck with a bunch of Seniors. This totally raises my confidence regarding the whole deal. I'm so confident that I'm crying in the corner, attempting to weave an invisibility cloak from my magical tears of social anxiety. As for fourth period, most, if not all of my classmates will be sophomores, but so far I only know the identity of three of them, one of which I'm almost certain has despised me ever since fourth grade. Fun stuff.

I don't even know anything about the teachers I have. I hear that Murray, my biology teacher is extreeeeemely nice (her appearance reminds me a lot of my sister's friend Lee-Ann, actually), but she's the only one. I know anything about Barkeley, and I'm not even sure if that's my history teacher's name. There are too many "Bark-"s and "Berk-"s in this school and my brain is too little to fit all these similar names in it. Heck, I know maybe three or for Aarons, and I keep wanting to call the last one that I met "Shane," and I'm not entirely sure why. And the only Shane I speak to, I sometimes refer to as "Alternate Reality Alex," because they both at one point had the Midas-afro. Sadly, Shane's hair is now black. BACK TO TEACHERS, I've heard from almost everybody that the English teacher blatantly hates theatre kids, for whatever reason. This concerns me, because the prospect of an English teacher actually disliking me is just... An incredibly foreign concept.

I had to take one final today, as Friday was a snow day. As it turns out, a two-part final detailing the procedure of two construction projects I undertook in Stagecraft takes me 3+ hours to write. Either my speed is comparable to that of a snail, or I was excessively thorough. Possibly both. Mrs. Broderick took a quick look at my essays between grading the finals from her other two classes, and she said I at least started off very well, and was "very succinct," which is funny because usually I just ramble on...


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Anyway, hopefully I did awesome on that because I will be twenty different types of proud if I can manage an 'A' in a theatre class. Supposedly they're really hard to get (even though all the other regularly-attending Stagecraft girls had 'A's this year). After that incredibly time-consuming, but not entirely difficult task, I got to bum around in the theater and surrounding areas with four other lovely crazies! Amber, aka my theatre mommy (she and her best friend, Chelsea, "adopted" me when I began doing productions back in eighth grade), Chris and Caitlin, and Justin, a junior whom I'd known of before this year, thanks to a former friend with an extensive dating history, but never realized that he was actually a really nice guy. I let him know what I'd heard of him today while we played "Bullshit" with the other three.

Andrea: "Y'know, before I met you, I heard and thought that you were a total manwhore."
Justin: "Yeah well I kinda am."
Andrea: "And also that you were a complete dick... Then again, it's not always wise to base an initial opinion off of an ex-girlfriend's story, is it?"


Sometimes I swear that chick's dated half the guys in town. Then I realize that I should be a nicer person (but does she really deserve it? ... Okay no. Maybe. I don't care.). But yeah. After having algebra II together and doing several shows, we're pretty good friends now. Weird to think about how sometimes you end up close to the people you only heard about briefly two years ago.


Anyway, we all had a good hug session about how we'll miss each other, now that I don't have classes with Caitlin and Justin, the latter of whom I will likely rarely see, unless we both end up with C Lunch, and don't get to spend half my day with Amber. She's a senior now... To think this is her last semester. She's been the person to keep my skinny, obnoxious butt in line all throughout high school; lately I keep wondering just what the heck I'm going to do without her. Someone, I don't remember who, told me recently that I am inheriting the title of "Asian theatre momma." THIS IS TOO BIG A RESPONSIBILITY FOR ME.


Slightly dreading tomorrow,
Andrea! <3

Condoms are motivation enough for anything. Obviously enough, because I have returned!

Boy oh boy, would you ever have guessed? I didn't. But with a little boredom, some persuasion from Aaron, and the magic of the second-least-likely-to-be-voted-sexually active girl in the class being the one with a condom in her wallet, I found my magic carpet back now to find an Aladdin... Okay no we're not gonna do that. That's bad. Oh blogosphere, how I missed ye! I've also been on tumblr; however, that doesn't have near the substance of an actual blog. It's mainly a bunch of pretty pictures that I deem relevant to my interests. There are also hipsters and chic-liberal rantivists everywhere. That's the only term I can coin for some of them, partially because it's constantly clogging up my dashboard. I could unfollow them, but no. That's far too easy a solution!

Anyway, let's talk health class! Currently my class is studying sex education (to which I usually scoff and go on a little tangent regarding how abstinence-only education is, while not entirely useless, outdated. Teens screw each other. This situation is not ideal, but hey, teach 'em safe sex as much as no sex). Today, in a little game, I, by shaking hands with him, acquired AIDS from a dirty Mexican whore  Colin, whom I'm surprised would touch me at all after World History last year and a little current event about goat rape. Everybody ended up infected sans Alison, my best friend, and two others who were nonetheless worried about their cleanliness. Afterwards, it was revealed that the instructions Ali randomly pulled from the basket were to remain shake-abstinent and instead, ask others if they wanted to talk. Nobody wanted to. We're all shake-phomaniacs. Look, shake, move on. She was also asked by the teacher, after all the rest of us were shown to be infected, if she wanted to shake with any of us.

Ali: "Umm.... No not really."
Andrea: "I have another hand!!"

I would go on to touch her all over just for the sake of being spiteful. And also because sometimes you just have to make the room wonder if you're a lesbian.

Later on, after lunch and one of my many adventures with Colby the Explorer (which you will doubtless hear about later. I'm obsessed) and the rest of our theatre-lunch crew, we discussed AIDS vs. pregnancy statistics and somehow improper, but entertaining uses of condoms came into discussion. Mrs. Turner, my health teacher, told us about an interesting little trick which she would demonstrate, but alas, after much searching around her desk, she did not have a condom in her immediate possession. I remembered that I did, thanks to one Mother's Day where my mother, a non-native English speaker, didn't know condom vs. condiment. Soooooo... If I'm known as "the condom girl" or any variation of such from here on out, I won't be surprised. Nobody expected it, too, because I am one of the least likely people to get laid. Forever alone! ... Unless I become a nun. Of the bank-robbing variety. I'm not very religious.

I refused to blow it up, because of the many things I don't want out of health class, lube on my lips is pretty close to the top. However, she persuaded one of my more shameless peers to blow it up and see how large it would become before it popped. He was becoming pretty exhausted as the condom grew ridiculously large. Strong little fuckers, they are.

Not pictured: Lubrication stains and classmates laughing hysterically.

It was huge by the time it popped; I'm not even sure if I'm exaggerating in that drawing. Some girls wanted to take pictures, but Mrs. Turner refused to let them. ... I'm not sure if blowing up condoms during class is considered particularly dangerous (it was semi-relevant!), but... Well it was latex. Another teacher walked in mere minutes after this, and chances are our sudden outburst of laughter aroused her suspicions, especially after how Mrs. Turner had quickly shooed her out of the room while she was searching her desk for condoms.

Oh condoms, how I love thee and feel so odd without one in my wallet anymore. I think Colby has a huge pack of them that his mother bought for him after he jokingly told her to pick some up one day... Maybe I'll bum one off of him. Never know when I might feel the need to relieve awkwardness by blowing one u--nowait that makes it worse, doesn't it...


Use protection, guys,
Andrea! <3