The people who live on my floor are rather weird and usually annoying. Last night I come back at about 1 AM to find them having some sort of costume-type party complete with unsafe propped-open door, reeking beer smell in the hall, and loud bassy music shaking the walls. This happens every once in awhile (minus the costumes), and is no big deal since my bedroom is well insulated from the noise. Then this afternoon, on my way to campus to beat my head against a wall working on my Databases group project, I find them standing around on the fire escape smoking and drinking beer (at 12:45 in the afternoon). The drunkest, most obese of them stops me as I'm walking by with a [southern drawl] "What up Dog?" [/southern drawl], as he always does whenever he sees me, then informs me that I "missed the party last night", to which I wanted to respond "well I didn't actually miss it per se...", but I restrained myself out of politeness. Instead I told him I was elsewhere, which I was since when I left at 7:30 there was no party and when I got back at 1 AM it was already winding down, but he apparently didn't believe that I could've had anything better to do than to get drunk with him and his friends from UMSL and proceeded to berate me as I was walking to my car. When I got back at 3:30 they were all still there standing around and drinking. What a life.

Am I the only person in the world who is not the least bit entertained by parties? I don't like the music they play, I don't like being around drunk people, I can't stand the smell of beer or cigarette smoke, and I just can't understand what people get so excited about. It's like "hmm, if I drink enough then I won't realize that I'm not actually doing anything fun." I often hear about how you can go to "meet people", but I'm not really that interested in meeting people who are currently intoxicated. It makes meeting girls that much harder, but at least the ones I do meet aren't blowing smoke in my face or having trouble standing up.