I had a movie night at my new apartment last night and I invited maybe 12 people in all, and I think the actually turnout was something like 19 people. I was enjoying having people partying at my house, because I have always been the kid who invites a ton of people over to chill and drink and have a good time. At about 1 a.m. my roomate Alex decided that it was time to kick people out because he didn't know anyone here. That was the lamest thing in the world. I don't know any of his friends and if he had 12 people here that I didn't know I would never ask them to leave. If worst came to worst I would go relax in my room or something. I was very upset last night, and I have been trying to explain rationally all day how he was just in his cause for kicking people out, trying to make him seem like a decent guy, but in the end I have come to the conclusion that, no he is just an asshole. Looks like I won't be having any parties here anytime soon, which makes me the saddest kid on Mission Hill.  ¶ 10:18 PM