A Scarring Study Experience

It has been an excessively long time since I've written anything pertaining to my life on here. But, something worth noting came up and I can't help but share it with the two people that still read this.

The Scene:

It's Sunday night, RKM and I head to the Union at the crack of 11:15 p.m. in hopes of accomplishing some sort of productivity instead of sitting around procrastinating like professionals. We set up camp at a table near the windows, but not too far from the food court. I head out to drop important documents at the APO office and then take a pit stop at Subway on the way back to purchase a sub in order to eat my feelings.

As we delve into the world of studiousness, the whole paying attention to what's going on around us falls to the wayside. But then, RKM looks up around 12:50 a.m. and notices that there is someone upchucking in the flower bushes outside the window. It takes me a second to adjust my vision from the reflection of Mrs. Fields in the window to see the master cookie tosser about three feet away. Naturally, laughter ensued.

It gets worse. Before we know it, Idiot #2 is unbuttoning his pants. Dear lord, what is about to happen. Well, what does happen is that he drops trow, SPREADS his cheeks, and smashes his rear end against the window...with a bit of smearing action. In the meantime, #1 is still barfing a bit and Idiot #3 is working on not drawing any further attention by banging on the window and creating a complete and total ruckus. Naturally, all of them are yelling as well because why not?

After that, we surrendered. There was not an ounce of studying that was going to happen after having that horrific image burned into our brains. Herman and Chomskey's propaganda model was going to have to wait until Monday...