this weekend was a complete failure. except for the show. let me elaborate. on friday, i went to a sleepover with my "friends". so i fall asleep, and wake up with my face on fire. it turns out, my friends thought it would be funny to put hot sauce on my face. hilarious. i decide to walk home then and there. so i go to get my shoes and lo and behold, they are nowhere to be found. snickers and the words check the freezer eminate from the room. they had placed my shoes in a bowl of water and froze them. hysterical. i got home/3am. saturday i had band practice. practice was ok. dinner was a disaster. we went to this new place called super king buffet. again my "friends" thought it would be funny to put pear juice in my drink. im allergic to pears. i was in stitches. sunday was the the only day this weekend even waking up for. i went to the as i lay dying concert. it was probably the best show ive ever been to. my 1st real mosh pit during the band to end all mosh bands, throwdown.one kid got some teeth knocked out, one kid got carried out unconscious, and i saw two fights outside as i was leaving. awesome. on sunday, i wake up to a telephone call from my mom. bitching at me to do stuff that is not even neccesary. i wait all day for a call that never came. letdown.