Well it’s the start of a new school year. That means more classes, more skipping classes, and steadily falling GPA. Other than the obvious it also means more Matt moments. Since this is the first blog post let me explain. My roommate is Matt T. Hurst. Matt is an amazing trove of funny/interesting/crazy/idiotic/stupid ideas, thoughts, and actions. Here's an example.
One night Matt was fast asleep. Then some retard of a friend called him in the middle of the night, probably Brian to ask Matt for help on homework or something. Anyway, Matt decides to answer the phone. However since he is on the top bunk and his phone is on the desk below he decides the quickest way to get to the bottom is to jump there. Other than the fact that he decided to jump rather than climb down, what’s more intriguing is that Matt couldn't make up his mind as to where to land to finish his epic jump. So he squints through the dark and spots my chair and his chair and a black dark spot between them. Like any normal person he decides to ignore what he can see and decides to land in the darkness between the chairs where he can’t see.
He jumps. He lands.
Surprisingly enough he somehow managed to survive the 7 foot jump and land on both feet, initially at least. Then about 2 seconds later his knees start to feel like Jell-o, and he realizes that he toppled his chair during the jump and he is lying on the floor. I imagine the landing was pretty damn loud. I'm a heavy sleeper so sadly, I didn't wake up to see Matt sprawled on the ground clasping his knees in pain. But like many people who hear loud noises at night next to their bed, my other roommate Ali woke up with that look on his face like he was about to be attacked by homosexuals. Ali eventually calmed down, presumably when he realized that Matt doesn't have a dick, and went to sleep. Matt managed to struggle back onto his bed and go back to sleep, the mysterious caller completely forgotten. Fucking Brian.
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