Saturday, November 17, 2007

Streakers and the Heroes of Spontaneity

There's been some random goings on during the past few days.

In the week before Thanksgiving on Wednesday night/Thursday morning I drove Seraph to her dorm like as I usually do every night. As we went inside of the building we recognized the NA (Night Assistant) who was a friend of ours, who will go by the name Half-Pint, and stopped to talk to her. It wasn't long when two girls came in and flashed their ID's (you have to show your student ID to get into dorms after a certain time at night), and said to Half-Pint in a joking but nonetheless annoying manner, "You suck!" and walked on by.
After a little while Seraph and I went up to her room. We were standing outside her door going through the "good night, sweet dreams" routine when we heard running and giggling/yelling up and down the hallway on the floor above us.

"Oh god," Seraph said irritably, "it's probably those girls."
"Probably." I said.

After a short exchange we decided that after we said goodnight that I would go up there and tell the girls to shut up. We seemed satisfied with the plan, and almost eager for me to go and put the girls in their place. Things became seemingly convenient when we heard the noise come down to the floor we were on and start to head our way, and we thought to ourselves that we were going to have our chance to shut them up without having to exert the effort of moving.

Until the girls came into the hallway.

They both came through the door to the hallway completely topless and wearing nothing but a pair of panties that to somebody giving them a brief glance made them look butt-ass naked. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw me and their expressions changed to what would be equal to the look of a 13 yea old boy caught masturbating by his parents. They promptly covered their chests (which I didn't see because I was in the midst of doing a double take), and ran out the door still giggling.

What the crap.

Needless to say Seraph and I were both a bit bewildered. So we kissed and said goodnight. I had a short debate with myself as to which way to go (I preferred not to run into the streakers again). I decided to go the way I came which to my great relief lead me to find a nude-free elevator area occupied by a guy and a girl who were talking about the same incident.

"You saw them to huh?" I said to them casually.
They both nodded with looks on their faces that would have suggested such. I proceeded to tell them my part of the story. They responded by shaking their heads disapprovingly. They told me that their encounter occured when the girls came out of the elevator.


"We're trying to get to the 4th floor!" the girls blabbered foolishly as the elevator doors opened. Keep in mind that this was the 6th floor. The girls went on to the hall in which they encountered me and Seraph, leaving the other people bewildered.


After some discussion that ended in agreement that the girls had obviously fallen off of the sobriety rocker and were inappropriate in what they did. I went back to the lobby to tell Half-Pint about what happened. She was having a serious discussion with somebody else. Not that it mattered because the girls came down after a few minutes anyway. I heard some noise coming down the stairwell.


"Maybe it's the streakers." I said.

Half-Pint looked tilted her head and squinted inquisitively. Instead of me telling her what happened, she was instead answered by the girls walking into the lobby with guilty/awkward looks on their faces. This time they were both wearing heavy blue jackets, but it was still obvious that they were still wearing nothing but panties under them.


I looked over at them.

"What's up?" I said trying hard not to be awkward.

"Nothing much." one of them said.

They ambled past me awkwardly. One of them said some odd thing that made no sense before they headed out the door. That was the last I saw of them.

This is turning into a really long post.

So let's see...other stuff that's going on........

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oh yeah! The Mastermind has been off-put about his roommate situation lately because his roommate from last year (who will go by Dances With Wolves) is currently in South Dakota working in the Lakota Indian territory, and has decided on a whim that instead of coming back here next semester, he was going to stay there instead. I was disappointed since Dances With Wolves is a pretty cool guy, but The Mastermind got pissed. I forget how he expressed his displeasure to Dances With Wolves in particular, but he expressed it to others by explicitly ranting about it. He also created a facebook group talking about how Dances With Wolves was a huge asshole. I joined it just for fun. I don't really think that Dances With Wolves is an asshole.

I hate research papers. They suck. All of them.

And no I'm not on anything. I just happen to currently be hyper.

I can't think of anything else that's going on, so I'll just leave it at that.

1 comment:

Seraph said...

Dude, you're calling him Dances With Wolves? I'm sure he'd be flattered *hysterical cackle* I'll end up shortening it to just Dances though.