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wWednesday, October 02, 2002

feeling: hot
listening to: nothing

So I'm sitting here doing my philosophy homework on the computer with the door to my room open because it's freaking hot and I want some moving air in here. Right? And then this guy walks by my open door and stops and looks in. I look over, he says "You want free pizza?" I don't, because I just ate more than I should have, so I say "Dude, I just ate." His fists clench, his teeth grind, and he says "Dude. Do. You. Want. Free. PIZZA?!" I can't respond because he continues, very loudly and harshly saying "I didn't ASK you if you just ate, I asked you if you wanted free PI..." He cuts off, and actually looks around at the room in which I'm sitting. Then, "You have a SINGLE?!!" in a tone I would probably use if I had just met someone who owned 75% of Ireland. So I say, "Yeah, I have a single." To which he makes this huffy face that all males make right before they start throwing punches, grabs the doorknob, and jerks my door shut. HARD. And immediately I hear the dry-erase board that's stuck on the outside of my door fall and bounce across the hall floor. The guy behind him laughs. Then silence. 10 minutes later, even more silence, as everyone's gone downstairs to enjoy their free pizza.

Maybe the guy didn't realize there've been flyers up since last week all over the freaking dorm advertising free food starting at 7:00 on Wednesday night, October 2 for some honors night thing in the lobby. I KNOW there's free pizza. If I want free pizza, I'll go GET free pizza. If I want my door closed, I'll close it. If I want my message board chucked across the hall and cast to the floor so hard as to possibly crack the rim, I'll throw the freaking thing myself. It'd be funny if he came back up here in like, half an hour, with two slices of cold pizza wrapped in a couple napkins as a peace offering. But he won't. Because this world is full of idiots who don't understand the concept of I DON'T KNOW YOU AND I'M BUSY SO LEAVE MY PROPERTY THE F*** ALONE.

I should've immediately re-opened the door and grabbed the guy by the collar and started screaming that last paragraph into his face. But I've got work to do.

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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 10/02/2002 07:49:00 PM

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