...and then it happened
last night i came home late. and a cool kid named trent had given me a free pizza.
i've been living in a single dorm in comstock hall....and to say it easily, comstock is the LEAST social hall of all of them. everyone on my floor is either a sophomore or a junior...so being a freshman didn't exactly help. it seems as though everytime i get done with class and come back to my dorm, the doors are always closed and everyone is in their own private little world. (not cool when it comes to college) my door is ALWAYS open and free to visit!
like i was saying...last night I got back at about 10:30 and my friend Trent gave me a free pepperoni pizza. So I was like, "alright, this anti-social-ness ends now!!" There was only ONE door open--so I went to that room--and was lke, "do you want some free pizza?" And pretty much INSTANTLY the people came out of the dorms and the masses began huddling around this ancient concept of free pizza. And they were all like, "Oh man, you guys, this floor is so antisocial. Why do we live here?" And we were all uniting our forces thanks to a boy named kubas with a free pizza. Honestly, we had about 10 of us guys in the hallway (which is unheard of in comstock!) and we were just talking and hanging and having a good time.
so today, when i came back from chemistry, most of the doors on my hall were opened and the people were a bit more friendly. i think i smell winds of change.
it's been a long time coming.
hopefully these blogs aren't as antisocial as the first 6 days of comstock.
mustache out!
6 Comments:
brilliant news, hijo. Good work.
I always knew you were a uniter, not a divider.
man kubas, if you break comstock of the antisocial aura that has surrounded it since days of yore, you would be forever immortalized in the minds and hearts of all Gophers. forever.
i imagine the road ahead will be difficult. you are dealing with powerful magic. dark magic. evil magic.
but good job starting out; as my WV says, "judos."
Oh, Kubas. You are an inspiring.
Wait until someone on your floor is drunk. Then the fun starts.
drunk people? in comstock?!
that wasn't meant to be sarcasm. seriously, i don't think there is an ounce of alcohol within this entire building.
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