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[Wednesday, November 14th ] |
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1:23 hahahahaha I found my password again!
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| It's Insane! It's Insomnia! It's an Illiteration! |
[Thursday, September 27th ] |
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So, apparently, when I am having particularly bad issues with sleeping, I rediscover my livejournal.
I am seeing Rilo Kiley in 5 days. Let the countdown begin.
I started a new painting--the first college painting. Ooooh it will suck just as much as the others.
A girl here died of meningitis, so now there are all these informational sessions about sickness and stuff. You know what that means? If you go to them, they FEED you. At that point, it doesn't even matter if I know all about it, I will just go for munchies.
I saw Jack Hanna. I now have his autograph and a really silly-looking picture of me and Emily with him. I might post it, I don't know. Its altogether a really stupid picture. It was exciting!
Over and out.
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| It is FIVE A.M. |
[Tuesday, September 18th ] |
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Um.
I haven't updated in ages.
Ages meaning since pre-high-school-graduation.
Lets start there and skip around.
Graduation was pretty sweet. When I walked across the bridge and collected my (empty) diploma-holder I heard my parents from somewhere way far in back mixed with a Sean/Hannah/Roland/Brittany/Trista combo-WHOO! If that made sense to you... wow. Some fancy professional soul-snatchers got the moment on film--I actually looked good. I think it was whole "FUCK YES I AM DONE WITH THIS FOREVER" coming through. I never made it to Project Graduation that night, but shhhh!, my parents don't know. Hannah, Corey and I went to Jared's, only to fall asleep in bizarre places. I fell asleep last, on the world's tiniest couch. Hannah fell asleep on the living room couch. Jared got up from said couch and went to sleep in his bed. Corey slept half-in-half-out of Jared's door... on the carpet. We eventually woke up/were woken up. After that I went back home and fell asleep again and didn't get up until after 5 p.m.
Uhhhhh I went camping with some peeps a while after that. Since everyone works, we ended up with, like, half the people who had originally agreed to come. Our camping mishaps involved Walz, Murphy and her boy, and Corey. We (maybe me, but I maintain it was MapQuest) got lost on the way there, so we ended up spending our first official camping night in a Holiday Inn Express on my buck. It blew. We found our way to the springs the next day and set up camp. Lauren's tent leaked like a siv, so she didn't sleep in it. We made vegetarian chili and Velveeta and ate Captain Crunch. We swam in cold water, and I think only I truely enjoyed it, ironically. I had an asthma attack while napping... with the tent open... at dusk. It was like living in a fishbowl for 3 days. To get out we had to go to Wal-Mart and buy charcoal. I hate Wal-Mart. It was an adventurous camping escapade.
What else did I do? Oh, Corey and I started dating (duh) and its pretty sweet. He doesn't seem to care that I'm superfar away unless he's missing me particularly bad at the time. My parents like him a lot, which is odd, because they really have NOT liked any of my boyfriends. At all. Well, at least the ones I've bothered introducing them to. My Daddy saves movies for him all the time, and he won't even do that for me that much, so things are going well there. I'm still not used to someone actually enjoying my company that much, though, because no one ever really has before. Its nice.
I live in campus dorms. The most expensive dorms on campus. They are not worth the extra expense, so I'm switching to cheaper dorms next semester. I'll get money back for living here, which will be fantastic. I'm in the wrong major, and I want to clear that up, but I'm planning on submitting an art portfolio in Fall '08 so why mess with it? There is no point.
I visit home a lot and do laundry.
I miss my friends.
Oh, and my alarm clock doesn't work on Thursdays, so I have to use my computer and/or cellphone.
That's about it I guess.
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| RUN ON SENTANCE. |
[Wednesday, May 16th ] |
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So prom was pretty good except it was on lock-down so we spent almost the entire night alternately bad-dancing and trying to sneak Jared and Corey in but little did I know that Corey has a crush on me which is actually kind of adorable and he's really nice but I'm not sure that anything is going to happen or that I want anything to happen because I'm moving away and holy shnikes graduation is two days away and oh yeah stupid Carlsonface is pulling some crap that if I don't rewrite this essay that he assigned like a bajillion light-years ago that I will not graduate which is bullshit because it was not initially part of our senior exam grade and veering off in a different direction I am really going to miss both Mr. Buck and Mrs. Griffin especially so I guess that means I have to go back to school to visit them and going back to school will be really stinky because that means that a) I will have to stay in my house and at the moment my parents are currently being weepy jerks and b) I will have to drive two hours one way to get back to the beach but then I'll get to visit all my un-graduated friends and hear them bitch and moan about all the stupid protocal and hoops you have to jump through just so you can skedaddle out of town like there's no tomorrow and that reminds me that I have to start looking for camping grounds for my post-graduation wilderness excursion with as many people as I can get to come with me and fit in tents and I really need to first establish the dates of this thing so people can request time off of work because they are all busy being productive citizens in society whilst I will most likely just sit around and watch cartoons for the better part of the summer days and then leave the house under cover of darkness to go watch movies or television somewhere else in a moderately more social environment because my dad upped my allowance to discourage me from working which is completely counterintuative since they're always talking about me needing to be more responsible and bitch if I ask them for any amount of money regardless of the validity of my.... I lost my train of thought.
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[Wednesday, April 4th ] |
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I will be Stagecrafting with Roland at 7:00 in the morning just like the good old days.
Tomorrow is
Shakespeare in the Park in Orlando.
Friday will be
Manhunt/Redrover/Potluck/Sleepover.
Saturday
New York Miranda comes!
I alsoget the Science Channel and the National Geographic Channel now! I am going to start watching television regularly now and I am not sure how I feel about that.
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[Saturday, March 24th ] |
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Steely Dan's Can't Buy A Thrill |
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I'm gonna keep this short-ish.
Jake is talking crap about me.
My grandma was admitted to the Cape Canaveral Hospital today with "mysterious internal bleeding" and I can't go see her yet. Worried as hell.
I think I would enjoy going to USF rather than the other four/five schools that accepted me. No one is happy about this.
When will this crap end? I must have done something seriously wrong for karma to go after me like... I can't think of an impressive enough metaphor. But anyway, spring break better get better. Fast.
There are some great things happening, though. I think the goods outweigh the bads but the bads are so big I cannot ignore them fully.
There are ducks fighting outside my window right now. Cutest fight EVER.
I saw some punx kids starting fights.
Planting baby mangrove trees is really enjoyable.
Sonic peanut butter milkshakes are yummy.
I have not become sun-burnt nor stung by a man-o-war at the beach yet.
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[Sunday, March 11th ] |
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Royksopp--Remind Me |
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Hm. Time seems to be going at warp speed lately. I feel like I fill up my time almost too effectively lately. Today was the first day that I just sat around in a long time and it was very enjoyable.
I got accepted to USF and UCF. Good I guess, right? My parents don't want me to go to either. All I gotta say is that wherever I go in Florida, I will just be biding my time until I can leave, get the Masters of my choice, and benefit (what, civilization?) in my own small way. Wait until they see out-of-state tuition. Good lord.
Wednesay was a much needed skip day. Remember how I hate malls and whine about them all the time? I spent the whole day at malls and had a wonderful time with Lauren and Roland. Roland wanted to escape Joann Fabrics, so we did, and went to the Pizza Gallery. The extremely attractive chef who gives me extra sun-dried tomatoes was not there. So sad. Then Roland went to work. Jeremy and "Hot Ed" (who is, actually, hot) arrived and we went on some more "adventures". Lauren made some pretty funny, uh, stuff that I am not allowed to speak of. She also choked on some bleachy tea from Asian Too while Jeremy looked at her with that "She's so adorable" face and Ed inhaled noodles and I read my really stupid fortune cookie that said "Love is like war: easy to begin but hard to stop." That's not even a fortune; how stupid do fortune cookie conglomerates think we are?
This week I also discovered that I am good at math. Expect slight frost in hell through Tuesday.
Yesterday I went to a VSA (Very Special Arts) play-reading-thing with Roland, Hallie and Colby. To make a long story short, the first play was a mix of a Law and Order/Wicked rip off. The second play was (as the kid himself basically admited) a rip off of an obscure but very good geeky movie called Cube. And the third, well, was suspiciously reminiscent of The Scarlet Letter only with a blind girl. I was kind of pissed. Then we went to see 300 with Hannah, her asian, and Corey who I have not seen in ages. It did not disappoint, but I'm just gonna say that I definitely saw some digitally enhanced pecs, abs, thighs, manly nether-regions... separate or in combination.
I need to spend more time with Hannah.
And I need to call Miranda.
And Kristina.
And I need to remember to teach Meghan to knit.
So... yeah.
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[Sunday, February 18th ] |
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Question:
How come I never just feel stressed out like everyone else?
If I did, it would not have to manifest itself in a TRIFECTA of SICKNESS.
Another question:
How come everyone is having major relationship problems on at least some level?
Follow-up question:
What makes me so un-special that I am not having these interpersonal problems?
Especially in the boy department. I mean really, when I'm not sick, I'm pretty sure I'm at least passable looking. My teeth aren't yellow. My nose is where it should be. I can spell and, on a good day, even tie my shoes. Everyone says its because I am so independent and put off this aura of self-confidence that its just "weird" when I have a boyfriend. In essence, it is the general consensus that I don't need anyone. Well damn, no one needs romantic relationships, and just because I don't need one doesn't mean I don't want one.
So I look...and I collect phone numbers...and I go on countless dates with guys who seem super nice...but towards the end of the night they are always more interested in sex than anything else.
Completely pointless dating encounters are what my life consists of lately.
Question:
What the hell do I want?
I want someone to go to concerts with and who will let me pay for a few tolls, no questions asked.
Someone who'll call me at three in the morning and know that despite my grouchy harrumphs that I'm glad to talk to them.
Someone who won't care if we go to the beach just to fall asleep and be woken up by some little sun-burnt foreign kid building a lumpy castle and flinging sand all around.
Someone who isn't afraid of the public transportation system.
I do not expect to be pampered.
I do not expect them to want to spend every waking hour with me.
I do not expect all my meals and movie tickets to be payed for.
I do not expect them to get along with my friends.
I can only figure that I am not challenging enough. I'm no mystery, and maybe, for once, that's a bad thing.
Self-Questioning:
Why do I care all of a sudden?
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| Sloth. |
[Sunday, January 21st ] |
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Steven Curtis Chapman-I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles). Download it. |
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I've decided that I'm not applying to that many colleges because I find that too many are snooty and elitist for their own damn good and are populated by EXTREMELY ANNOYING trust-fund kids. That, my friends, is a handy piece of information to posses.
Lately I've been having a lot of fun, especially when I decide to outright shirk my responsibilities and not dwell on it. Case in point: this week I was extremely unproductive, yet I was rewarded with above-average grades. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I like it.
Roland and I made "Fappies" shirts on Friday. I had a bonafide blonde moment and misspelled my iron-on message; just my luck that "E" is the only letter in the whole damn alphabet that if it is accidentally ironed on upside-down, it looks backwards. Then we wore our creations to the play. It was a pretty great night. I swayed a few of the Cappies before they voted, and Nikki would absolutely slaughter me if she found out, which she probably will. We also saw Osmary and her very cute friends... Then Roland, Casey and I went to Denny's and proceeded to send various messages in Play-doh to those crazy kids. After all that, I got a cranberry juice at Barnes and Noble. Now, that doesn't sound that exciting, but I thought it was because that is the only time in three damn months that I have gone in there and not seen anyone that I knew. I found it exhilarating.
Then Saturday I got [dun dun DUNNNNNN] a haircut then went on an eventful flea market excursion with my family. By eventful, I mean that I think I ate, like, eight pretzels and drank my weight in lemonade. There is nothing on earth as yummy as shadily-prepared food at the flea market, let me tell you. Then I made an astoundingly un-revealing clothes swap in the car because I was late to Alyssa's birthday party. When I got there, well, it was one of those rare times that I felt genuinely out-of-place. It was short-lived, but for a good half-hour I was just like "Why the fuck am I here?" Some awkward moments were then shared with Pete which made me feel normal again. That and watching "VH1's Behind The Music: Pantera" with Carlos. I got home and slept for 13 hours, then I woke up and watched all of Demitri Martin's stand up.
And here I am, hours later, continuing to be extremely unproductive, using copious amounts of hyphens, and feeling wonderful. Until it all comes back to bite me tomorrow, that is.
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[Thursday, December 7th ] |
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I declare today, Andrea Be Nice To Your Ex-Boyfriends Day! (It's Patrick's birthday and Jake was so bored he broke down and IMd me...neither conversation was wierd and that in itself was wierd.)
Tomorrow is, Andrea Must Figure Out the Fucking Rest of Her Life Day! (I will hopefully stop procrastinating and learn how to fill out college transcripts--I might even do homework.)
Saturday is ACT and the much anticipated BONFIRE at Miranda's. I totally miss that ladypants and this should totally be like old times. I am expecting a slightly slurred political speech by Mick, just so you know.
Life goes on and my forays onto internet webpages and aim slowly become shorter and more infrequent. I miss rotting my mind on Wikipedia, damnit.
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| My autoimmune system sucks. So do sunburns. And long periods of unwanted seclusion. But who cares?! |
[Saturday, October 14th ] |
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The past three weeks I have felt like complete poop, seeing as my life consists of a constant stream of self-induced stress, coughing up blood, and staring numbly into space during math class. But it was like, even though almost everything went wrong today, nothing could really make me feel bad. Its as if I was destined to have a perfect day attitude-wise. It was nice. I thought about all the things I have screwed up lately, and I shrugged it off. My parents yelled at me, and I smiled. My kitty vomited on the carpet, and I serenely used the little Woolite thingy. I don't know if its all the crazy asthma medicine my doctor is giving me or what, but lately everything seems amazing.
And I watched 'Friday The 13th' and 'Friday The 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan' with my Mom. I forgot how enjoyably bad those are!
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[Saturday, September 30th ] |
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The Faces--My Fault |
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Wow, haven't been on here in forever because I couldn't remember my password. Beware: I don't like LJ cuts because I'm an ass and want to take over your friends page....
| You Are 4: The Individualist |
You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.
You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.
You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.
Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel. |
Uh-oh. The 'D' word.
| Your Rising Sign is Sagittarius | 
Happy and upbeat, you are always optimistic.
Even when you're in a bad mood, people find you friendly.
On the flip side, you're very restless and bored easily.
You've been known to pick fights just for the fun of it.
You've got a great sense of humor and a quirky outlook on life.
Aggressive, wild, and unconventional, no one knows what you're going to do next. |
Sooooo true.
| You Are A Realist | 
When it comes to romance, you tend to take a realistic approach.
You believe that love takes time, and it's something you have to work hard for.
A bit cynical, over the top romance tends to get under your skin.
Your heart is difficult to win ... but it's totally worth it. |
Pretty much true... but I do occasionally have chick flick moments where I lose my mind.
| Your Geek Profile: | 
Movie Geekiness: Highest
Music Geekiness: Highest
Academic Geekiness: High
Fashion Geekiness: High
Internet Geekiness: Moderate
Gamer Geekiness: Low
Geekiness in Love: Low
General Geekiness: Low
SciFi Geekiness: None |
What they're saying is... Weezer makes me nerdy.
| You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish |
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. |
Totally explains why I'm always "One of the guys." Damnit.
| Your Aura is Yellow | 
You're a deeply happy and content person, and you enjoy sharing your cheer with others.
While you may seem like a simple optimist, there is a lot of thinking going on inside you.
The purpose of your life: bringing joy and a better life to others
Famous yellows include: Conan O'Brien, Jenny Mccarthy, Jim Carrey
Careers for you to try: Athlete, Actor, Yoga Instructor |
Obviously wrong. I can't even do the freaking lotus without my knee snapping all funny.
| You Belong in Fall | 
Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...
You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings
Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you |
Like I needed validation.
| What Your Face Says | 
At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced.
Overall, your true self is creative and expressive.
With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.
In love, you seem intelligent and a bit intimidating.
In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic. |
Sweet-ass.
| You Are An ENFP |
The Inspirer
You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!
You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist. |
Eh.
| Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real" | 
You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.
You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.
Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)
Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic
What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays
Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get |
Beginning and ending with the same damn candy.
Okay, I feel settled in again.
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