Seriously, all weekend and last night, people have been hosting parties on my floor, which isn't the bad part. The bad part is that the people throwing parties' friends will do whatever they damned please, which entails running up and down the hallway screaming and banging on doors, and dropping half-filled cans of beer everywhere. Last night there about thirteen dudes standing outside of their friend's door, pounding on it, and screaming "OOOOOOOOOOOH!" like it was an English soccer match or something.

Like, what kind of shitty parents do you have that tells you it's acceptable to do that? Why can't you just knock and call your friend's name at an acceptable volume? I don't mind people doing stuff like that in their rooms, as the noise is just reasonably muffled, but the hallways carry noise too well in here. Man Penn State blows, I should have gone to Pitt.

I actually do live off-campus in an apartment building (so no RA's), and if I were to live any more off campus, I'd end up living in my hometown (I grew up in the next town over, and my car is finished, so no commuting). I don't mean to sound like a loser or anything, I can take a party at one or two am as I have the world's most fucked up sleep schedule, It's when it's in the middle of a weekday night and you're doing annoying stuff like wailing on my door and running away every fifteen minutes or banging on a cowbell at six am on Saturday yelling your favorite football chant. I guess it's my fault, as I shoulda figured that living in the party zone would have done this, but damn.

Oh well, we're getting revenge right now with the world's greatest sound system playing the world's worst music.