So. I am now the bad guy

I caught my roommates and their buddies smoking pot. I called the police at 11:15, and the police officer just left 5 minutes ago. The two guys that brought it are banned from campus housing, my roommates and I have to go talk to judicial services to tell our sides. Since I was the reporting party, I am not in trouble of any kind. I am also protected if one of them decides to retaliate in any way. If they do, they get moved out of this apartment and into another building. They could also be evicted and banned from housing, lose their scholarships, financial aid, everything. I did not tell them I was calling the police because my brother's friends used to come to our house and do dope, and when I confronted them, I was threatened with bodily injury. So I don't take chances.

Can't this day just be over?

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So I guess I really AM the bad guy because Joe at the WC told me so. When I told him what happened last night, he was all like, "Geez Sarah, don't be so square. Didn't you even ask them to stop?" WhenI told him about having a knife pulled on me by one of my brother's friends for doing exactly that, he was like, "Well that sounds more like a problem with the knife not the pot." >.< Good God. It is my apartment too, and I don't like gagging on the smell of weed kthnx.

My weekend was not a total bust as Carolyn had a bday party at her apartment, and I got fed yummy chili and cheese soup (whic I could only have a spoonful of) and got to meet her two chinchillas which are ADORABLE. Matt went with me, and he said that when we move out together next year, he wants to get a chinchilla or two. Hee!