My weekend.

Friday, there was Night of the Stars practice. Dress rehearsal. Blech. I HATED my poodle skirt. I still do, with a fiery, FLAMING passion.

But I got to drive to church. (scary!) I also drove back (Even SCARIER!) and when I did...I nearly side-swiped a car, then after that I almost ran into a stop sign. I did better driving to and from work today. Mostly because 1) I have done it before. 2) It's not as far away and 3) it wasn't as late and I wasn't exhausted.

Saturday...PANIC! My mom had to finish my costume (Yeah...there was no poodle on the poodle skirt!) and I got dressed at the last minute. While I was putting on my makeup, a few girls came in and said the production was gonna suck. The audience was gonna get sick of it. I thought so too. I realize now, that we thought that only because he had been practicing and preparing and choreographing our dances for...3 months. We were SICk of it. Seriously. We HATED doing it. BUT...when we did it for the LAST time...it went great. I messed up a few times on the dance (I turned left when I should've turned right...I tripped a little during a turn, and I was farther back than I should've been)

But the energy was GREAT, I had a ton of fun (I acted like a total freak dancing...haha, freak dancer.) I was jumping, laughing, smiling, playing with the other actors.

Then...we find out at the end (After jake D won) that it's gonna be put on...

*GULP*

DVD!!!!!!

Then I got flowers, lol.

Sunday, I cleaned up a bit around the yard and the house, then drove to work. i was a MESS. Jon could tell soemthing was wrong. He asked me why I hadn't spoken, and I said

"You didn't hear?"

and he said "No..."

I said "My parents split up last week. I've been really--"

He came around his register and to mine and gave me this huge, warm, tight hug.

"I am SO sorry, nobody tells me anything anymore! I KNEW something was wrong!!"

He continued to hug me.

"I REALLY needed a hug." I said, laughing.

"I could tell." I let go, and so did he. "I knew something was wrong, but I didn't want to intrude, so I just asked why you weren't talking."

"Nooo, man, if you can tell I'm upset, PLEASE hug me!"

He smiled and nodded. "I will!"

So that helped. I definently perked up after that. he then told me, an hour later, that he was quitting. in 2 weeks, he won't be working there anymore. :(

I channeled my sadness and shock into stealing Jeff's hat. Jeff was underneath Jon's register, messing with Jon's laptop, and I grabbed his hat. I walked abck to my register and threw the hat underneath it. Jeff said, still underneath the register,

"Who stole my hat?"

Jon said "What?" He ruffled Jeff's hair and said "Where's your hat man?!"

Jeff stood up and said "I'm getting really pissed off. Give me back my hat, whoever took it!"

I was like "I didn't take it."

Jon said "I didn't take it! Man, you ARE pissed off!"

Jeff said, sounding a little mad, "I'm f*cking serious, give me back my damn hat!"

I grinned. Jon said "Maybe it's the chick who's looking at you with greedy, sexual seductive eyes." (he meant me. I like jeff a little)

I said "WHAT??"

Jon shrugged and smiled "I don't know what I'm saying! Did you take his hat?"

I grabbed the hat from underneath my register. Jeff said "Give me my hat back!"

I said "Say please."

"No. Give me my damn hat!"

"Please."

"I'm getting pissed off."

"Even pissed off people say please occasionally."

Jeff sighs and grabs my vitamin water.

"I'll pour it out."

"Oh I'm so scared." I tease.

He walks outside and unscrews the cap. He tilts it over slightly with a half smile. I match his tilt by holding his hat over the garbage can. He shrugs. so do I. He looks away momentarily and I take the opportunity to throw his hat to Melissa, who had the register next to mine. He saw me throw it, and he laughs. Melissa puts it on. She turns to me and I say "Cute!" and she hands it back to me. jeff had already made his way over to me and he said, almost pitifully, "Please give me my damn hat!"

I grab the vitamin water and walk to my register.

"Kayla!"

I said "But it's such an awful hat. I mean, Longhorns? Please. It's sad!" I hand the poor baby his hat. He grabs it.

"That's so old, Kayla."

"I've only done it 3 times."

"Nobody in my family does that to me."

I'm not related to you."

"Well, I mean, none of my friends do it to me."

"I'm not a friend!"

"Well, there. So there. Fine!"



10 minutes later he walks by my register. I grab his arm and he gives an exesperated sigh. I clasped my hands around the back of his neck and I say "I'm sorry for taking your hat."

He wraps his arms around my waist.

"It's cool. It's alright, really."

I tilt my head. "I only do it cuz I think you're cute."

He laughs and says "Oh, okay!" and I let go. Right then I had this really huge urge to ask him out. *sigh* But I fought it. I know he thinks I'm ridiculous. I think he's a little boring. He studies on the weekdays and works on the weekends. Sometimes he goes out with his friends. But I'd like to get to know him better. We started talking about movies. He likes horror (like me) and those awesome action movies. total guy. A boring guy, but...lol.

Anyways, that was my weekend. I usually enjoy talking with Jeff. Sometimes we take breaks together. He seems pretty cool. except for the anger thing about his hat (somebody important must've given it to him) he seems really nice.

Later, the 2 people who read my blog! XD