I'm in Vegas, guys! I'm having sooooo much fun! We haven't even done anything, yet, either. But, I was on my first airplane ride, and it was so amazing! I'll update you on what we actually do when we start actually doing stuff!

Joe spent the night at my apartment two nights ago, the night before our Vegas trip because he had to take us to the airport. And I feel so badly because he was so miserable. First he was too hot, so we open and window and turn on a fan. Then he got too cold. He says my phone kept going off from texts all morning, but I don't remember that actually happening until the afternoon. We spent the morning packing and he was listing off places to go and what we should do and suggesting all sorts of stuff, then he showed me LEt's Make a Deal because his aunts got on it. Then, he started to take a nap, and I was bored, and was texting and still packing and shit, and he's like, "Just call them." And I didn't want to do that because what we were talking about wasn't really important to merit a phone call. So, he goes out into the living room to nap on the futon, so I turn on my Xbox and play Call of Duty, and I have the volume really low. And I'm cracking walnuts and such, but I didn't think I was being really loud. He ends up coming back into the room, and after awhile I just turn everything off and put everything away and just lay there with him. Bored.

I thought I was being considerate. I mean, for a half an hour, I laid there doing nothing. I don't take naps, and I didn't want to wake him up. And last night, he took so much of the bed, and I had to sleep with barely any room, and when I sleep, I sprawl, so I gave up my own comfort to try and make it easier for him.

Well, as we were texting last night, he tells me he wants me to bet for him, but I need to place it by noon today. And I told him no guarantees because my friends sleep in about as late as he does, and he freaked out saying he didn't really sleep in. And I was like, I just meant I'm up before you every time. And then we get in an argument via text about how I was being so loud and inconsiderate this morning by texting and playing COD. I apologized at least five times, and he's like, I'm over it now, but sometimes we're on different pages/planets and I don't know what to do about it. I was like, talk to me. I don't get hints well at all. And he's like, I don't know if talking will help. So, I just went: oh... And he's like nevermind. What the hell? I replied with ok, and he's like, now you're mad at me. I just want to shake him. I wasn't mad, I felt really shitty about myself. But, he's the one that made me feel that way about myself. Jesus.

Sometimes, he just pisses me off. He put me in such a foul mood last night. But, I refuse to let him get to me. I'm in Vegas, bitches! :)
Hope your weekend is going well!