Something I've had bouncing around for a little bit:
Against all advice and reason, Jeremy Black was trying to move AGAINST a large panicking mob. Why was he doing this? He had a strange feeling in his chest, that he had decided to call love. Quite a peculiar feeling. It combined the simmering nervous feeling that one gets when they suspect they've eaten some bad Mexican food on the way to their own wedding, and the blissful high that certain strains of marijuana are known to provide. As a third year college student, he was able to say he knew both these feelings, or at least some variation of them. The source of this "love" seemed to be the most magnificent woman he had ever seen, Courtney Stone. Meaning no offence to Jeremy, we're sure he has a fascinating life story, but we would rather pick up shortly before the undead started appearing.
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I was never extraordinary. In all honesty, I was just a geek for most of my life. Not even one of those awesome geeks who owns a hand made storm trooper outfit, or runs a comic book store. It probably says enough about me, those being the kind of people I looked up to. I was still a nice guy though, never cursing, and always ready to help senior citizens. After the stupidity of junior high, and the Hell on earth that is high school, I decided some time studying a new culture* was for the best. Living in a small town in Oregon teaches you next go nothing about the outside world. And so I found a university in Great Britain willing to take me.
*Study a new culture is a saying that significantly cuts down rants on how much bull you're dealing with in your current country
My mother only cried for a week, and my dad tried tried to make me pack a gun. For safety reasons. In less than a month I was jammed into the corner of a 747 next to a screaming toddler, on my way to England. So I got off the plane, found the nearest cinema, watched Batman: Dark Knight Rises for the third time, and set off for a tour of Brighton University. The weather was dreary, the people depressed, but it wasn't home, and that's exactly what I needed. There was a a great Mexican food truck. My dorm mates were in the middle of a Mario Kart tournament when I walked in, and I nearly fell down a flight of stairs when I saw the girl of my dreams.
I should explain. There were rumors that some assistance was needed in the girls dorm. Opportunity to show off and meet some girls. Great minds think alike, so there was probably 150 or so frat boys. The frat boy is a large and obnoxious beast, prone to showing and bizarre mating calls. It will appear in any environment where snack foods and women can be found. And this seemed to be a breeding ground. Luckily most females know enough to avoid the stupid creatures, or use them to their advantage when one offers to carry a 40 inch TV up three flights of stairs.
I ended up helping a local chess team move in. Despite the stereotypes, there were some lookers, among the group, but I wasn't able to to connect with anyone. I was at least able to jump into a few conversations on strategy, and was even invited back to referee a a practice tournament. Chess is a great game, and the opportunity to come back to the girls dorm is something men pray for every day. That's where my life changed. The girls loaded me down like a pack mule until they finally figured a family luggage set and three duffel bags was enough. Five floors up I was nearly to the room and had burned three big macs worth of calories. Clop. Clop. Up those stupid stairs. Whoever invented vertical ascension just didn't like people I had just about decided when my eyes hit the most beautiful girl ever viewed in the history of life the universe and everything within it. She was tall, slender, slightly pale, and had hair like a field of wheat when the sun was setting. I could continue with the descriptions, but I can't go too much farther without being disrespectful. A willowy goddess, standing there with a Triforce emblazoned across her shirt, yelling at her dorm adviser for some unknown mix up. Emotion has a tendency to hit you like a truck. Or maybe that's gravity. It doesn't matter, two seconds later I was at the bottom of the staircase on top of two ladies who had the extreme misfortune of being behind me when I fell in love.
