I learned today that glow sticks do expire. They really do. When they expire, they just don't glow.
When I think of expirations, I think of things that I shouldn't put in my mouth anymore. Yet there's always a chance that they may still be good.

I also learned that reverse pyschology works really well on me. "You'll never kill me." I kill. "No need to get me anything." I get her something. "Throw them away if you can't finish." I finish them all. "Don't think about it." I keep thinking about it.

About four weeks ago, I had planned to have a party. Stacee had suggested it when I told her about the ordeal involving my neighbors downstairs. They always played loud music and it would echo throughout the building. Personally, I didn't care. Last year, I had a neighbor whose subwoofers were near the wall, exactly next to my bed. Although I liked complaining about it, it never truly bothered me. This year, my roommate is easily bothered by such things since she's a studious person. Yet, it's really the building's fault for having such thin walls and floors. You can hear someone talking in a normal conversational tone from the first floor. And I live on the third floor. So there was the party.
Emily and I spent an hour moving stuff from the living room to any open space in the apartment. I moved my computer and my bed. A definite excuse for spring cleaning.
Callie arrived around 6:10. Running a little late, but it was okay. I was impressed with the amount of equipment he had brought. He claimed he was an amateur, but who really knows. By 7 pm, our apartment was completely empty. By 8 pm, only two people had showed up. My roommate complained about being embarrassed because nobody had arrived. It's always the same for me. People tend to arrive fashionably late. Start early, end late.
However, the party finally started at 9:30 pm when Cliff and Chris arrived with two of Cliff's foothill friends. Then it really started when Emily's other friends arrived--Sam...and some girls. Because they danced. I didn't want to disappoint Ku DeeJay with the lack of people, so I got into the dancing. Strangely enough, my feet don't really hurt. People were fascinated with my Krispy Kreme donuts. Alas, *cheesy smile*.

Highlights of the evening: - Cliff's determination to use Emily's computer to check the score, then immediately freezing her computer
- Chris and Cliff's light show
- Ku DeeJay's attempt to make people dance (actually it was fun...interesting...fun!)
- Krispy Kreme, 'nuff said
- people's fascination with the fact that we used toilet paper instead of paper towels
- revelation that the rice krispies were a year old
- Cliff's descend down from the ladder in the apartment complex
- miraculous cleaning
- Hien and Tram's attempts to dance (and hey, it was good)
- the abrupt ending of the party (Emily's friends' fault)
- attempt to crash the next door co-op party

Glow sticks only glow under black light..