I had quite the eventful week. Tuesday night, someone thoght it would be funny to slant a bcket full of water against my door. They knocked, I opened, and I think you can guess what happened next. Wednesday, two of my residents were kickboxing in the hall. I called OUPD. The little SOBs managed to talk their way out of trouble somehow. I had a nice talk with them about how they cannot do whatever they want because they are not home. Later that night, I was on duty, and me and the other RA on duty smelled that familiar smell on the first floor. Sure enough it was reefer. We called OUPD. They came and took care of everything. I got permission to have last night off, so I took out everything left in my bank account, and went to the bar. It felt nice, even though I can't remember what I had and how much I had. I then went to Leslie's room and spent the night there.