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I went home this weekend. The end of that story. Not that I don’t enjoy being home, going to a new house, and all that stuff, I do. Sunday night was quite possible the greatest night I’ve had since coming to school here.
We decided, after deciding there was just TOO much Comm II to study, that a Piggly Wiggly run was in order. While there, we had an incredible idea. This idea was to put a friend in the trunk, bind him with duct tape and then allow him to pop up at random intersections on campus and watch people’s reactions as my other four friends chased him down and threw him back in the trunk. After we exhausted all the intersections, and tackled him, making him bleed, on the intramural field, we had to have a new plan.
That’s when we go to the library. This was the best part of the evening, no I’m not telling the truth, but we shall carry on. Daniel, the guy we’re chasing, gets a head start. He takes off running through the first floor like someone is seriously chasing him. We caught on rather quickly to the seriousness of the chase. The five of us dart toward the door and ask which direction he went. Flustered by the situation, she can only point toward the first floor. This type of pursuit continues in random parts of the library for the next 30 minutes. That’s when we all realize that none of us are in any kind of shape to be running up and down stairs, even if some of us were wielding plastic pirate swords. That’s enough of this for now, the next segment deserves its own entry. Until then friends…