Mar 08 2006
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While I was eating dinner, the school’s secret society (membership about five, apparently) ran in and knocked down a bunch of stuff. Being hardcore, they were all wearing nice custom-made white hoodies decorated with their attractive logo, plus the white masks. They have a KKK theme going on, but the hoods weren’t pointy, that being too last season. Though, as advertised, they *were* all husky white guys.
I wasn’t looking up when they came in, and was sitting pretty much off in the corner, but the sequence of events seemed to be,
Though if they had, this might have ended slightly differently, because I was up against the left wall, arming myself like I was apparently fucking Jamie Lee Curtis in the basement or something.
I froze for a few seconds, then started very carefully removing stuff from my tray so I could use it as a weapon – I had some trouble with the cup of orange juice, because I was watching them and not my hands, and I remember thinking that the staff was going to have e-fucking-*nough* to clean up without *me* spilling anything.
As I think we’ve all noticed by now, when I get angry, my soul becomes one with that of the ‘splosion. If anyone had gotten too close to me right then, even Random Bystander #53, I think I would have bashed them over the head with my stupid tray. I was visualizing very clearly a plan involving tangling one of the assholes in a chair and sitting on him until security came. It came complete with cuss words.
But they were already on their way out by the time I was on my feet, so I grabbed my cell phone and called security instead. Then I left because I couldn’t handle the fucking noise anymore. The stream of cuss words running through my head that didn’t dry up until I was halfway back to the dorm.
My god, I fucking hate those guys.