If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all

This weekend has sucked. I mean, it's been bad. It had it's good moments, but overall. Geez. Ok, so friday we go hang out with "the boys" at their house, it was fun.. met some new friends, and had a great time. However, what came of that, was that my badge was stolen. Not lost. Stolen. Geez. So I have to call tomorrow morning and get it deactivated. Along with it went my room key. So, that was bad. Very very bad. THEN... saturday night we had "the boys", nicknamed Dandrew (darren and andrew), over to see "Knowing" (AWESOME movie... till the last 20 minutes, then you want your money back). People are banging on the door across the hall from me, then they come and bang on MY door, asking for a phone, asking if the people that live in that apartment are there, etc. Are you kidding? There's a woman there who is shady beyond all shady, and is for sure under the influence of something other than coffee. Earlier on Saturday, Beth was coming up the stairs, and was stopped by a guy from that apartment, and was told she needed to go audition to be a stripper. For real. Then the same creepy man followed Ashley and I up to my apartment and just watched us go in. SOOOOOO.. back to Saturday night. That same man bangs on my door (Andrew keeps answering, thank goodness), and asked if he could borrow one of our cell phones. Andrew politely says no. The man says the guy who lives there owes the strip club money and needed to pay up. There is a large group of men hanging out down the stairs of my apartment, all of whom had cell phones out. This just keeps escalating. Finally, Andrew looks at me and says "Pack your bags, you're staying at our place." So Ashley and I get shoes on, I pack a toothbrush and lucy, and we walk downstairs, where we see 6 Houston PD cars strewn across the road, and there is a FOOT PURSUIT going on.. a cop runs by us with his hand on his gun. Great. We high tail it to the truck, jump in, and take off. Ashley is scared. I'm just really really mad. I felt like going up to that group of men and being like "Take it somewhere else! I wanna go to bed!!" So we stayed the night at Dandrew's and I've been exhausted ever since. Gah. Baaaaad weekend. Lord, please let me have a good week, and not have a nervous breakdown. I'm not handling stress very well, am I?
P.S. As of today, i've lost 30 lbs. :)