Playing Detective

This morning i headed to the gym. I am making a valid effort to get my butt to the gym at least three times a week. I like working out, i mean in an air conditioned room with tv's hooked up to the machines, i am an exercising monster. I only do about 45 minutes a dat, but afterwards, despite the sweat and thirst, i am amazed at how far i can push myself on those machines.

So this morning i was decked out in my gym clothes, ready to embark on another exercise routine. My dorm is pretty far from the actual gym. My dorm is pretty much far from everything, so i have to plan my trips on campus wisely. We literally have to cross some sort of bridge/cross way to get to campus. It's a flipping long cross way, that only leads to this huge stairs we have to climb, to only get to another cross way, and then finally i am at least halfway to class.

Because my dorm is so far i have pretty much come to a conclusion that if i forget something i am pretty much shit out of luck, because there is no turning back. Along with the "no turning back" thing, i rarely make treks up to heart of campus, unless i have to, so i try to make sure that i get everything i need during the times i am near everything, because there is no way in hell i am walking too and from things all day.

This summer has proven to be a hot one, and being one who doesn't do well in the heat, i can't imagine walking all day with the sun beating me into the ground. NO WAY.

So back to my gym thing...i was heading to the gym with all my stuff in tow, no turning back on my agenda, and ready for my 45 minutes of intense working out. As i was minding my own business listening to my Ipod, i hear and fell a noise come crashing at my feet. I was at first stunned, jumping a little because i had no clue what it was. I looked up to see a window open on the 4th floor, and then wiped what felt like water off of my face.

SOMEONE THREW A F*CKING WATER BALLON MY WAY!!!!

Luckily i was not deterred and continued walking like nothing had come shooting may way. I wasn't going to let that F*cker see panic or fear on my face. So i kept on strutting, pissed as hell of course, but strutting.

It wasn't until i got the gym that i realized the "water ballon" hurled at me, was no other than FRUIT. Someone is hurling Fruits out the window, and i was almost a casualty of it. I had noticed this past week a number of fruit laying across the walkway, i thought nothing of it, until today as i wiped the apple/banana leftovers from my clothes.

Luckily i was able figure out what window the fruit was thrown from, and along with studying for exams, i plan on fingering the apple thrower at all cost. I've already reported the incident, but i still want to see the punks and at least glare at them from a distance as they are carted away, with fruit in tow.