misstyrios

Throwing a party is a stressful event. Since this week marked my birthday as well as return from spring break, I am having a big freakin' party tonight so that everyone I know can, well, drink to oblivion and tell me how much they love me. I rented out the back room at a bar (my apartment isn't exactly party-ready), so I don't have to worry about cleaning up before or after. But all these seemingly petty worries have been popping into my head - what if no one shows up and the bar looks vastly and sadly empty? What if the CD mixes suck as party music? What if the party just is generally ho-hum and no one has fun? I feel like a bad sitcom once I articulate these things, but they are legitimately bothering me. I suppose I just have to look fabulous, drink like it's my birfday, and hope for the best.

In other news, we FINALLY found a new roommate. It's been a month of almost daily meet-n-greets with some seriously out-there individuals - the roommate who is moving out is perhaps one of the most annoying and clueless individuals I have ever encountered in a life that has been an endless parade of annoying and clueless individuals. He has never worked a day in his life. He earnestly attempts things like placing an enitre cooking pot of chili directly in the freezer. He has never emptied the dishwasher, cleaned the bathroom, or even wiped the counter off. And he wears purple tinted glasses. WHO WEARS PURPLE TINTED GLASSES? Anyway - he is finally out the window and a new boy is moving in. The problem? This new boy is exceptionally good looking. To the point that it makes me a little uncomfortable. How can I live in small quarters with someone who makes me clam up like a 12-year-old? I mean, I have to share a bathroom with this guy. He has all the qualities of a good roommate - responsible, gainfully employed, willing to socialize but with his own life, etc. But he's just...incredibly attractive. It's going to take some adjustment. Not that I'll mind looking at him, necessarily....