Ugh.
I'm in a shitty mood.

Let's see...my weekend wasn't too bad.
Only about half.

I haven't actually had a bad weekend in awhile...there's just some shit going on.

Friday wasn't too bad.
I worked, and then after work, I went to Scott's. We left for Trista's so that she, Eric, Scott, and I could have a Friday the 13th marathon[since it was Friday the 13th, of course]. We hung out there for a little bit, and then Scott was lured in by candy advertisements on T.V., so we took a small trip to Wal-Mart.
He got what he needed, and then we went back to Trista's. They popped in the second Friday the 13th movie[Scott thought Eric had the first one with him, Eric thought Scott brought the 1st one...you can see where this is going], and we watched.
Ate some pizza, and then everyone except me fell asleep.
I finished the movie by myself, and then tried waking Scott up.
Trista woke up and giggled with me, because it was ridiculous how long and what it took to wake that boy up.

At first I just shook him gentley, said his name, things like that. After about 7 minutes of this, I decided it was time for Bad Cop to come out.
I pulled, pushed, patted, tickles, plugged his nose, tried putting his shoes on him, made fun of him, and dragged him across Trista's living room by his wrists.
It took him accidentally knocking me over[he wrapped his legs around me so they went around my front, and I lost my balance and fell] and me hitting my head to finally get him up.

I laughed and he got up. We left about half of an hour later, but I started feeling weird. I got really tired feeling out of nowhere. My head felt like it wasn't mine but it still hurt really badly, I felt like I was going to get sick, and I started getting hot flashes and chills. Scott drove me back to his house and he was really worried. He thought I had a concussion[I just realized I have no idea how to spell concussion. I should look it up sometime]. He gave me an icepack to put on my head, and he said, "Don't fall asleep." I was getting a little nervous. We watched Metal Mania for awhile. Eric came home, and Scott was telling him about him being worried about me, so they did a light test on my eyes.
My pupils were dilating normally, though, so it looked like I was in the clear!
I drank more water and drove home.

I took some Ibuprofen when I got home and went right to bed.


Saturday I woke up, felt COMPLETELY better, showered, and went to work.
I made some sales[Hurrah!]. Eric was there, so I sat with him.
He left at 4. After that, I just did my own thing for two hours and went home.

I ate dinner with my family, did dishes, and hung out with my sister. My parents left to go shopping, and plans had changed so that the group was going to a bar, which I obviously couldn't get into, so I just stayed home. My sister and I watched Girl Positive.
Around 10:00 Scott called me and said they were done at the bar. I went to his house, watched a few minutes of T.V. with Jeff, Scott, and Scott's dad before Jeff, Scott, and I left for Trista's.
Once we got there, Jeff, Scott, and I hung out with just Dave for almost the whole night. He[Dave] left, Farchmin came, and we hung out with him.
Jeff and Farchi left, so Scott and I listened to comedians with Trista and Eric for a few moments before going home.
I hung out at Scott's house for awhile.
Left around 4:40.

Today I hung out with my sister, cleaned, and just had a me day at home.
I was upset about stuff, but it mostly has to do with band stuff, I guess.
My dad was gone most of the day, so it was just my mom, sister, and I, because my brother is never home.
We ate dinner and watched some boob tube together.
I talked to Scott, and texted with Monica for awhile.
That was it for today.

EDIT: I forgot to mention, part of the reason for my aweful mood is because I haven't smoked in almost 24 hours.
I'm doing pretty well, I'd say, especially right now, since I'm starting to calm down.
About an hour ago, though, I started getting really antsy for one.
I'd like to try quitting; We'll see how this goes.