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andrea

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About Me


I am VERY lefthanded.

My Interests

music, exciting colour combinations, organizing my records in alphabetical order, punctuation, spending money, reading, writing, my friends, avocado sandwiches, languages, interesting patterns, becoming a 1950's housewife, travel, thinking how to get rich, journals, creativity, monkeys and cats, brown and pink, beer, cheese, wasting my time writing stupid lists, procrastinating, political incorrectness, hitler jokes, random German expressions, screaming "yeah" at the top of my lungs, Victoria letting me turn her apartment into a 24/7 motel, watching storms, tea, butterfly knives, meeting tunos in Germany and singing for them, reading several books at the same time, bad jokes, lazy days

I'd like to meet:

Somebody who can explain to me what this dream means. I was still at school and there were some French exchange students there. For some reason the teachers decided that, as a part of a sexual education program, we should all go into the gym paired up in groups of 30 and have sex there. There was som guy whose purpose was to fuck 45 different girls that day. I managed to run away from my group.
We suddenly get rushed out of the school because some members of a sect were inside and they were going to kill us all. So we start going down the stairs (by the way, this school didn't even look like mine) but they are waiting for us at the end of the staircase. They kill 2 teachers and everybody runs to the other staircase. Amazingly, nobody even suggests to call the police. We start walking out of the building in a “small” group of 80 or so, and when we get out we realised that the school has moved its location and now it is in the middle of nowhere and near the mountains. We walk for ages until we see a group consisting of the rest of the students running towards us, being followed by these bad sect guys. So we run for our lives and after a while we get to a town, I believe it was Logroño or Bilbao. Stupidly enough, instead of asking for help we keep on running aimlessly.
We walk more and more and get to Santander, which is the place where I was born. There we're walking down a narrow street in the old part of town and suddenly people start shooting at us from every window. There is chaos; blood, screams and cries of help. A stranger grabs me and gets me into a really big black car. I scream, bite him and try to get out, but when I look around me I see a familiar face in the car (It was someone I knew, but I can't remember who), who tells me not to worry, that they're getting me out of that mess and no one's gonna hurt me now. So when I'm about to calm down the car drives into the sea and I panic, but the sea is full of floating cars and they seem to work just fine as ships.

Music:



Movies:

Grease, Pretty in Pink, the Breakfast Club, Ghost World, The Royal Tenenbaums, Goodbye Lenin, Sunset Blvd, The Man Who Knew Too Much, Vertigo, Amelie, Rushmore, Clueless, Gone With The Wind, High Fidelity, Annie Hall, Some Like It Hot.

Television:

Malcolm in the middle

Books:

High Fidelity, Choke, Demian, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, All Families Are Psychotic, Wuthering Heights, Mrs Dalloway, Death of a Salesman, Waiting for Lefty, The Bell Jar, Brighton Rock, The Unbearable Lightness of Being.