Ah, collage life.
It's official. I am an American male college student.
I came to this realization last night. At around 7PM, I went to the weekly Anime Club meeting and watched some Naruto and Full Metal Alchemist. [Why did Hughes have to die?! ;_; ] But that was only the beginning. Hell, it was before the beginning.
When I got back to my dorm, I started walking down the hallway towards my room [my room is 3 doors from the far end], and I noticed Dirk had his room door open and he was playing some multiplayer Halo 2. [Matt is his actual name, but considering the floor has 4 Matts we tend to use their last names or, in this case, part of his last name.] I knew he had Halo 2, since I played it a little bit on Tuesday, but I was knocked off my controller [since it's rightful owner came back to the room] and I was unable to play for the rest of the day. But this time... I decided to stake my claim to a controller, hell or high water.
They were just playing 1 on 1 Slayer on the updated Blood Gulch and were mostly just screwing around, trying to get a feel for the level and figure out what neat tricks they could pull. I saw one of them, in a Banshee, jump from the Banshee to land on the other, occupied, Banshee and hijack it. That was something cool to see. I continued to sit there for the next hour, just watching them play, so that I would be garrenteed a seat in the next game. However, after that game, they decided to go on a Flix run.
[Definition: Flix run: noun: A meeting of one or more people, typically late into the evening, in which they go to the nearby late night market known as Flix to get various things to eat and drink, such as burgers, fries, corn dogs, milkshakes, and juice.]
As soon as I exited his room to put some things back into my room and go to the bathroom, I noticed something peculiar. Mainly, the fact that Jason and Marc, some of my next door neighbors, had decided to make a fort in the hallway out of chairs, cushions, and sheets. For a moment, I just stood their gawking, but as I got closer, my worst fear was laid to rest: They had not, in fact, blocked my door with their fort. Jason smiled and said "Well, just not yet." I began to snicker as I opened my door to put back my messenger bag and water bottle as Marc added more to the fort on his side. When I came out of my room again, I noticed one of their Hulk hammers sticking out from beneath a chair and in the position to trip me, had it been something solid. Feeling slightly mischievous, I decided to mock taking it.
[Definition: Hulk hammer: noun: One of two inflatable squeaky hammers that Kyle and Drew either won or bought at the most recent State Fair, covered with the likeness of the Incredible Hulk.]
Jason began to yell that I was stealing the cannon of their fort, grabbed the other hammer, and began to crawl under the sheet of his makeshift fort. Seeing the bulge of his head begin to peek out from under the sheet, I raised the hammer and gave him a very satisfying squeeky wham to the head. As he continued forward, I hit him again, but missed his head and hit him in the shoulders instead. Free of the confines of the sheet, he then proceeded to attack me with the squeaky hammer, and many squeaky blows were traded. Sometime during this, I dropped my hammer and began to walk down the hallway away from Jason when he jumped up on my back.
Now, Jason is probably half my weight, and maybe a full foot shorter than me. But he has his arms around my shoulders, his legs around my waist, and is yelling at me to concede defeat at the hands of the Fort. Around this point, I begin to crack up and I just can't stop laughing as I begin walking down the hall with Jason on my back. Jason then gets smart [shock and horror!] and then uses both of his legs to pull one of mine up, forcing me to place a hand on both walls to keep my balance as I keep laughing. I was barely able to admit defeat at the hands of Jason when *WHAM!* Marc hits Jason on the head with a Hulk hammer.
By this time, there is a small group of people at the other end of the hall that begin to crack up uncontollably as Jason hops off of me at the sudden attack, prompting Max [my former roommate] to poke his head out of his room and ask what's going on. Dirk decides to not tell Max, but show him instead and tells him to turn around. After some quick negotiating, Max did so and Dirk jumped on his back. Then, they decided to charge at the fort and Marc rand forward to protect their property. After impact, there was a loud crash, signifying that someone had accidentally smashed the "Break in case of fire" glass over the fire extinguisher. This lead to another bought of laughter, as this was apparently the third time that Dirk had been involved with the smashing of one of those sheets of glass. This was, of course, news to me.
After that little bought of destruction, everyone decided to clean up as much of the glass as they could [getting rid of evidence, most likely] and Jason and Marc dismantled their fort, fearing getting yelled at by the RA. And after all of that... we finally go on out Flix run. It was pretty standard fare all around. I decided to get some chocolate milk and a corn dog, someone else got Gatorade, someone got a bacon cheeseburger. We had random conversation about the things going on the floor and the like, and I brought up this little doozy. [WARNING: Not PG-13.] I think the topic at the time was about video games at the time, as everyone was talking about the upcoming Halo 2 LAN game.
After everyone finished their snacks or finished as much as they wanted to finish, we then went up and played gratuitous Halo 2 multiplayer. A common occurrence between games was changing your screen name for the next match, usually to insult others. Dirk was trying to think of a good name and choose "Jolly Roger", which he got ribbed on for. Other names included "Bloody Tampon" [which is apparently the name of a drink], "Whore with AIDS", "Slut with STDs", and "9COCKSINDIRKSASS". The last one was funny because that player, Max, had for his symbol the number 0, so Dirk kept on saying that his name didn't make any sense, and furthermore, there was no way that 9 would ever fit. And it would continue on like this, occasionally tossing insults back and forth between rooms as we played a variety of game types. Sometimes Slayer, sometimes Capture the Flag, sometimes Juggernaut. I think people decided their favorite game type was Swords with Rockets, a plethora of one shot kills.
And the final moment of the night was Dirk looking at his battle results, wondering what each of the symbols for the medals were awarded for. Through one of the headsets came the reply, "The one on the far left, the six pointed star? That's for having 9 cocks in your ass." The entire room went silent for a moment, then everyone began laughing simultaneously. One person accidentally hit his head on a cabinet he was laughing so hard. Noticing it was after 2AM, my eyes were really sore, and I had developed a rather nasty headache I decided to call it a night.
So a night of video games, roughhousing, and accidental property destruction. It's official, I'm in collage now.
I came to this realization last night. At around 7PM, I went to the weekly Anime Club meeting and watched some Naruto and Full Metal Alchemist. [Why did Hughes have to die?! ;_; ] But that was only the beginning. Hell, it was before the beginning.
When I got back to my dorm, I started walking down the hallway towards my room [my room is 3 doors from the far end], and I noticed Dirk had his room door open and he was playing some multiplayer Halo 2. [Matt is his actual name, but considering the floor has 4 Matts we tend to use their last names or, in this case, part of his last name.] I knew he had Halo 2, since I played it a little bit on Tuesday, but I was knocked off my controller [since it's rightful owner came back to the room] and I was unable to play for the rest of the day. But this time... I decided to stake my claim to a controller, hell or high water.
They were just playing 1 on 1 Slayer on the updated Blood Gulch and were mostly just screwing around, trying to get a feel for the level and figure out what neat tricks they could pull. I saw one of them, in a Banshee, jump from the Banshee to land on the other, occupied, Banshee and hijack it. That was something cool to see. I continued to sit there for the next hour, just watching them play, so that I would be garrenteed a seat in the next game. However, after that game, they decided to go on a Flix run.
[Definition: Flix run: noun: A meeting of one or more people, typically late into the evening, in which they go to the nearby late night market known as Flix to get various things to eat and drink, such as burgers, fries, corn dogs, milkshakes, and juice.]
As soon as I exited his room to put some things back into my room and go to the bathroom, I noticed something peculiar. Mainly, the fact that Jason and Marc, some of my next door neighbors, had decided to make a fort in the hallway out of chairs, cushions, and sheets. For a moment, I just stood their gawking, but as I got closer, my worst fear was laid to rest: They had not, in fact, blocked my door with their fort. Jason smiled and said "Well, just not yet." I began to snicker as I opened my door to put back my messenger bag and water bottle as Marc added more to the fort on his side. When I came out of my room again, I noticed one of their Hulk hammers sticking out from beneath a chair and in the position to trip me, had it been something solid. Feeling slightly mischievous, I decided to mock taking it.
[Definition: Hulk hammer: noun: One of two inflatable squeaky hammers that Kyle and Drew either won or bought at the most recent State Fair, covered with the likeness of the Incredible Hulk.]
Jason began to yell that I was stealing the cannon of their fort, grabbed the other hammer, and began to crawl under the sheet of his makeshift fort. Seeing the bulge of his head begin to peek out from under the sheet, I raised the hammer and gave him a very satisfying squeeky wham to the head. As he continued forward, I hit him again, but missed his head and hit him in the shoulders instead. Free of the confines of the sheet, he then proceeded to attack me with the squeaky hammer, and many squeaky blows were traded. Sometime during this, I dropped my hammer and began to walk down the hallway away from Jason when he jumped up on my back.
Now, Jason is probably half my weight, and maybe a full foot shorter than me. But he has his arms around my shoulders, his legs around my waist, and is yelling at me to concede defeat at the hands of the Fort. Around this point, I begin to crack up and I just can't stop laughing as I begin walking down the hall with Jason on my back. Jason then gets smart [shock and horror!] and then uses both of his legs to pull one of mine up, forcing me to place a hand on both walls to keep my balance as I keep laughing. I was barely able to admit defeat at the hands of Jason when *WHAM!* Marc hits Jason on the head with a Hulk hammer.
By this time, there is a small group of people at the other end of the hall that begin to crack up uncontollably as Jason hops off of me at the sudden attack, prompting Max [my former roommate] to poke his head out of his room and ask what's going on. Dirk decides to not tell Max, but show him instead and tells him to turn around. After some quick negotiating, Max did so and Dirk jumped on his back. Then, they decided to charge at the fort and Marc rand forward to protect their property. After impact, there was a loud crash, signifying that someone had accidentally smashed the "Break in case of fire" glass over the fire extinguisher. This lead to another bought of laughter, as this was apparently the third time that Dirk had been involved with the smashing of one of those sheets of glass. This was, of course, news to me.
After that little bought of destruction, everyone decided to clean up as much of the glass as they could [getting rid of evidence, most likely] and Jason and Marc dismantled their fort, fearing getting yelled at by the RA. And after all of that... we finally go on out Flix run. It was pretty standard fare all around. I decided to get some chocolate milk and a corn dog, someone else got Gatorade, someone got a bacon cheeseburger. We had random conversation about the things going on the floor and the like, and I brought up this little doozy. [WARNING: Not PG-13.] I think the topic at the time was about video games at the time, as everyone was talking about the upcoming Halo 2 LAN game.
After everyone finished their snacks or finished as much as they wanted to finish, we then went up and played gratuitous Halo 2 multiplayer. A common occurrence between games was changing your screen name for the next match, usually to insult others. Dirk was trying to think of a good name and choose "Jolly Roger", which he got ribbed on for. Other names included "Bloody Tampon" [which is apparently the name of a drink], "Whore with AIDS", "Slut with STDs", and "9COCKSINDIRKSASS". The last one was funny because that player, Max, had for his symbol the number 0, so Dirk kept on saying that his name didn't make any sense, and furthermore, there was no way that 9 would ever fit. And it would continue on like this, occasionally tossing insults back and forth between rooms as we played a variety of game types. Sometimes Slayer, sometimes Capture the Flag, sometimes Juggernaut. I think people decided their favorite game type was Swords with Rockets, a plethora of one shot kills.
And the final moment of the night was Dirk looking at his battle results, wondering what each of the symbols for the medals were awarded for. Through one of the headsets came the reply, "The one on the far left, the six pointed star? That's for having 9 cocks in your ass." The entire room went silent for a moment, then everyone began laughing simultaneously. One person accidentally hit his head on a cabinet he was laughing so hard. Noticing it was after 2AM, my eyes were really sore, and I had developed a rather nasty headache I decided to call it a night.
So a night of video games, roughhousing, and accidental property destruction. It's official, I'm in collage now.