i hate parties

• As always let me begin this with "Dude, I'm tired." Been up since 4:30am yesterday, not counting half dozing here at work the past 3 hours or so. I'm working a 12 hour shift and going home to do a little housework, so I won't be in sleepyland until about 1pm. Oh yes, and I'm guessing due to stress and an abundance of hormones, my face is breaking out. Oh the joy.
  
• I did have a good weekend, though. For the most part. Friday night I went to Baker's Square with Michelle and did a little more DVD shopping at Rasputins. Got Transylvania 6-5000 and Powder. The first was SO CHEESY!!! Saturday I worked at KDFC, then came home and did packing/cleaning for a few hours, and had another movie marathon. I also had the pleasant surprise of finding out my landlord was having yet another party. This time at least three kids (teenage boys actually) tried to get in my place. Even me slamming the door in their faces and locking it wasn't effective since they kept knocking and turning the handle. So damn rude. That and the loud salsa music blaring forever, with random laughing made it virtually impossible to fall asleep. I ended up blasting the classical station on my digital cable almost full blast to drown em out. When I left the house at 5am Sunday morning, the party was still going on. What the hell? Now you see why I want to move. I did my airshift at KKIQ that morning, then went to Kimmie's for a 7 hour bad movie marathon. We watched Return To Oz, Transylvania 6-5000, Mannequin, and Harry and the Hendersons. What a selection. I barely got here in time from Lodi due to stupid traffic in Stockton. Boo. So my weekend was fun, but I hate my landlord right now. The End.