Current location:	Library.
Current mood:	Starving.
Current music:	FOB. ROFL. HELP ME.

My weekend.

This weekend (this Friday, rather, and early Saturday morning) was fucking amazing. The concert was incredible, and I had so much fun. Joe was the sweetest thing in the world. During lovey-dovey songs, since his arms were already around me, he'd squeeze me closer to him and give me kisses. I was knocked down once, and Joe helped me up. And I thought I was going to be alright during the last song, since nothing had really happened, but this guy came up over Joe and I. He had cowboy boots on. One of them hit Joe in the head, the same one hit me in the head, and his weight came crashing down on me, and I fell on the floor, and I couldn't get up; I couldn't even move. I was nearly in tears because it was so scary. Lol. I watched Joe punch the guy in the face at least three times, maybe four, and then he pulled me up and started apologizing and kissing me and holding me to him. My head hurt so badly. Lol. I had a bump for a good part of the weekend, but today it's rescinded, even though it's still a little sore. But overall, the entire day (after school) was fun. I enjoyed spending time with Jesus and Sandra, on top of spending time with my baby. After the concert, we waited outside for a little over an hour for all the valet people to bring Jesus's car around. I slept on the way home, stretched out in the back of the truck with my head on Joe's lap, and then when we got back to my apartment, it was about two in the morning. I ran and got us towels and we went down to the pool to use the showers there because we were so dirty and stinky. Lol. So after we showered, we ran to the bathrooms there and hung out because we would have caught our deaths in the cold otherwise. Then we changed and went upstairs, where my Mom was waiting up, so I explained that we'd wanted to shower. We scarfed down food and had another cigarette and then laid down on the couch. I'd set my alarm for 6:30 so he'd be sure to get up in time to go to work, but he woke me up at about four-thirty in the morning with kisses. Best way to wake up. So of course I couldn't go bac k to sleep because I'd have much rather fooled around. So we did just that, and then just laid there together until he had to get up and get ready for work. I felt so bad. It was freezing out. :[ I went back to sleep on the couch after he left until I heard my Mom yelling at me to go to my room because Austin had gone to work so I could go in there and sleep. I went to sleep until noon and then got up and showered for work at one o'clock. I was dead on my feet, it was horrible. I only worked four hours, so that's good, and I called Joe when I got home, but I'm positive he was sleeping because he didn't answer and didn't reply, not even with a text. So I ate a little bit of food and at about a quarter to eight I got a text from him saying something like, "okay baby i'm up now and i'm not busy so if you're not asleep or tired call me whenever you like i love you <3" Unfortunately, I couldn't call him until after nine because something happened with the toilet in my room where it kept overflowing, and we had to call the emergency repair people and they sent a guy up to fix it. He was a really nice Hispanic guy. I was on the phone with Joe for about an hour. We both caught a wicked cold from the show, so both of us could barely talk, and we were both so sleepy. Sunday was boring. I worked from seven in the morning to 11:45. Called Joe when I got home, but he was cleaning out the garage, so he couldn't talk until about 1:30, so he called me then. So I went back to sleep, then got up and got on the computer, and played this really cool game where you can be a pirate online with other people. Based on the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. It's fun. :) I called him last night and talked to him for a while, then went to sleep.

Austin, my twin brother, didn't come to school today because of a 'migraine'. I'm almost positive the only reason he stayed home is because he stays up way too late and he doesn't want to get up. He slept through his alarm, meaning he wouldn't have had time to shower. He didn't shower yesterday or the day before either, which is really fucking gross, because we have to share a room. And I don't want him to start stinking. I'm not being mean, but ever since he moved in, there's been kind of an odd smell in my room. :[ Gross. Anyway, if he fucks me over for work tonight (we work at the same place, oddly enough) and I'm the only one closing, and I have to stay until eleven or after, I'm going to fucking kill him. I told him that if he wasn't going in, he needed to call and have his shift covered, because it isn't fair to me. I just texted him and reminded him, and I told him that I'll kill him if he fucks me over. Because sometimes the people who stay until ten, even though PetSmart closes at nine, have to stay even longer. I had to stay until fucking eleven one time, because no one else would.

This week is going to be hell. I work six to ten tonight, six to ten tomorrow, five to ten on Wednesday, and then I perform at seven in the evening on Thursday, and then four o'clock in the afternoon on Friday. So I lose my fucking Friday, that I was going to spend down at Joe's Mom's with him. Ugh. I seriously can't wait until I drop theatre. It's just a bullshit class and it sucks. He and I are going to the NAMM show on Sunday, though. Hopefully. I hope his Mom decides to let him go without being bitchy.

I was going to update sooner, but I can't reach this website from my home computer. It never works. :|