It's time for this weeks segment of REALLY!?!?!?! with Liz and Emily.

It started out like any other Thursday night here in 162 Johnston Hall. We were standing in random positions around the room talking with Melissa about what I'm going to do when I turn 18, (Probably buying porn for the hell of it and registering to vote. Its the American way) and other randomosities of our more awesome than average lives.  After discussing Marky Mark and his funky bunch, we decided that it was the appropriate time for Emily and Melissa to meet the infamous Harry Potter Chris, a kid who is friends with my Jewish friend Lee, who just happened to be coming our way. Naturally, we opened up our alley facing windows and yelled out in to the breezeway, and had a delightful conversation with Lee and HPC.

Afterward, we went back to our usual pointless girl talk when we heard a mysterious knock at our door. Naturally, I ran to hide my illegal lamp, while Emily opened to the door to a mousy looking RA telling us to keep it down. Yeah, that's right. She told us to keep it down.

Really. REALLY. You're going to tell US of all people to keep it down? Our neighbors, when they aren't fighting are being loud in other forms, they are blasting music at all hours of the day. In case you didn't notice courtesy hours are in effect 24 fucking hours a day, and while we may have been a tad disruptive a whole 20 minutes after quite hours commenced at 11, we are nowhere near the level of loud as our dear neighbors.  We are white girls, we aren't loud and we aren't disruptive. And on the off chance that we are actually are loud and disruptive, it is never loud enough to call an RA over. So yeah to whomever felt it necessary to call us in, you're being a douche. Really?! We were talking about Marky Mark and $15 dresses and becoming prostitutes as a means of paying for law school for crying out loud! We weren't over here smoking weed or blasting screamo music! I mean really?! Could you not have just knocked on our door yourself and been like "hey i know it's only 11:30 but we have class kind of early in the morning and would you mind just quieting down a little?"... i mean seriously, have some decency! Really?! You're going to get an RA involved because of some mildly disruptive conversing? You hypocrites. Next time you even play any form of music so that I can hear it through the walls or have a fucking bitch fight in the hallway, expect a fucking visit from the RA. If you want to play this game, by all means. It's on.

And don't expect us to get rid of our lamp anytime soon. The lamp is kickass and it stays.