this is my Andy, the elusive beast himself.
In Sam's coat!
so i'm pretty confident in updating about Andy. it's been a bit over a month, and we still have Dead jam sessions in his room all sunday afternoon and are feeling fantastic, so i'll actually update the LJ about him.
so meet my Andyman. The one who calls me a dorkus melorkus. Fat guy in a little coat. Who's buying a $1400 amp to quote "plug in, crank it, and blow this house the fuck up." Who's shaved head i rub all the time, cause i think it feels awesome, and fortunately, so does he. Who knows everything about the Dead, and can ID what concert and where if you play him something. Who wants to buy a boat and name it "the reefer", which he felt the need to explain to me, as though it was complex. Who calls me his baby, and refers to me as his girl when he's talking to his friends. Who refuses to pump gas for me because "baby, you have to learn if you're gonna drive." but will run in and pay so i don't have to talk to strangers, and come back with swedish fish. Who cranks the music, and rocks the fuck out with me, and always, always has a guitar with him. Who always carries a knife so he can cut me up real good. Who i've known since i was like 3 or 4, who used to be a sandbox kid, and dug up rings and stuff to give me when i was in 1st grade and we always shared the fourth bus seat back on the right, and remembers that little detail as well as my girly brain does. Who i had a wild crush on in 7th grade, and apparently liked me too but was told by my brother to "wait until she's had some boyfriends first", which he did until i had a really bad night and instinct told me to call him first for a rescue. Who once actually beat someone up for me, without my having to ask, because he simply understood, but didn't hurt him too bad, becasue he knew i'd have to tend to the wounds. Who calls me when i text him at 3 am to say i can't sleep, and tells me to "just lay down sweetie, it'll all be okay." Who is just as hardcore as i am about good music and vibes. Who buys me nag chompa so i can feel delightful whenever i'm in my room. Who's brother is my brother's best friend. Who's pretty much my brother's best friend as well. Who would be a senior at concord, had he not decided that school was a waste of time; so he's worked full time since he turned 16 doing real hard labor, which, though i usually would hate, i don't because i see that it makes sence for him. Who cannot wait to meet all of my friends, but hasn't gotten the opportunity to, except for Sam and Van, who he adores. Who i am absolutely bejiggity about. D-E-lightful.
and this can't jinx the good stuff we have going.
picture time!
Andy--sneak attacked!
Andy's brother George( sam and i sam Gorge or Porge) and his son Noah
my bro Drew and George being the A team. more like the C+ team...
Tada! there you have it kids. Enjoy. I certainly am.
IOC at 1 tomorrow. nervous as hell. ugh. then i have to make up 2 tests, then i get to chill out with Sam and then with Andy. a perfect reward for way way way too much stress.