Stuff In Bunks, vol. 1

Misty and I decided to start a little game we call "stuff in Matt's bunk."  It's pretty self explanatory, we put stuff(string cheese wrappers, dirty face wipes, etc., etc.) in Matt's bunk everyday and wait for him to notice... he never does.   This is Matt:

However, those pictures are on my camera, which needs new batteries... SOOO, this is stuff in Misty's bunk... she knows its there.  

Creepy and awesome!  Those are the boys.

Even better... the other day we walked by and this was going on:

And just for good measure here's a picture of me in my super rad birthday glasses(on my birthday):

You're welcome.

Last I'll just mention that this was my away message all day: "Dear today, eat a dick. Love, Joyce." Again, pretty self explanatory... 

I've got the golden ticket!

I'm pretty sure my pass is a gift from god to make up for every bad thing that has ever happened to me! Today we played at Hershey Stadium (to a sold out crowd of 30,000... which blows my mind), which is right next to Hershey park (aka Heaven for those of you that know my love of rollercoasters and waterslides).  With our passes we were allowed free entry into the park AND (I'm not sure this was actually supposed to happen) frontsies in all the lines!  We rode 3 coasters in about 10 minutes! It was awesome!

This was where I was going to write about other amazing things and/or post rad photos, but I forgot what I was going to write and am having camera battery issues.  Next time, promise.

OH!!! Totally had a horrible Jombie attack (Jonas-zombie) today at our tent.  We had about 500 (give or take) girls surround our tent with their posters and close in on us with what I can only assume was a thirst for blood that could only be quenched by the boys themselves.  Seriously... super scary!

Things that happened today:

1. I woke up with a fat lip... yep, super fat! But only the right side of my upper lip. Grossness! I'm assuming it was an allergic reaction to something, but who knows what. Dumb.

2. Had to fly to Denver (with a layover in Las Vegas).  I HATE flying now. Each flight I take my anxiety gets worse and worse... however, I was all doped up on Benadryl and slept through the better part of both flights (Hooray!!! And it helped my lip, double hooray!!!), so I think I'm going to start doing that from now on.  Also, the flight to Las Vegas may have been the worst flight I've ever been on.  I'm pretty sure they gathered all the biggest douches in the world and shoved them all onto this flight.  I don't think there was a single person(outside of my travel party) who wasn't yelling through the whole flight... even the flight attendants would get on the speaker and yell.  Stupid.  I hope they all get hit by busses.  Here's an example of the douchery that went on(it's a real word, I swear)... The flight attendant gets on the speaker to tell us all that one of the members of the Jersey Shore douche squad at the back of the plane was getting married tuesday. She ends this with "and remember, what happens in Vegas... ends up on the internet." So, the guy on the other side of Misty goes "haha! Craigslist."  WHAT?!?!  I can't even begin to figure out what the hell that means... 

3.  I'm going to preface this one with this: Approximately once a day I have a thought about something that is so stupid that it makes me want to punch myself in the face for even thinking it briefly. Ok, so here's todays.  Towards the end of the second flight I woke up from my Benadryl induced coma to look out the window for a bit (exciting, yes, I know).  As I was gazing at the ground below, I noticed all the cloud shaped shadows on the ground.  Here was the thought: I wonder if when you're on the ground there are still the shadows from the clouds?  OHMYGOD!!! I'm fucking retarded!!!! Yes, instantly I realized that this is in fact what we see when we're in the shade of a cloud.

4. I figured out that Denver is weirdo central.  Here were my favs:

-The homeless guy dressed as Santa singing Amazing Grace and other such gems.

-The guy I almost punched for getting into a little kids face and telling him he was too old for training wheels on his bike.  Who does that??? Oh, that shit head.  Fuck him.  P.S. That kid was maybe 8 or 9... far younger than I was when I finally learned how to ride a bike (but I fall down a lot without wheels, so whatever).

-The guy who tried to hold my hand.  Thats right.  I was walking down the street, talking to Misty when we noticed that this guys was coming in pretty fast beside us. Before I really even knew what was happening I felt him try to grab my hand!  SOOO CREEPY!  I pulled it away, walked a whole lot faster and tried to figure out what happened.  Of course some crazy dude tried to hold my hand. Why not? I attract the ridiculous.  But at least he had soft hands.

Ok, soon I'm going to do a little recap of the tour so far, but not tonight... still exhausted. 

I've been saying I'm going to start a blog since before I left for tour and this whole JoBro thing seemed like the perfect time to do it... so yeah, two weeks in and I'm just starting to get around to it.  However, I think the extent of what I can do right now is create it.  We just finished seven days of shows and I'm laying in my bunk exhausted and hoping that the hotel isn't much farther.  I haven't been nearly as good as I wanted to be about taking pictures either, so maybe I'll actually start doing that too... probably not, but who knows.  I'll try to post something with more substance later, but I'm pretty sure I'm about 3 minutes from death... no, for reals.