The beginning of June brings new color and life, simply because it is the start of my summer. With no classes to worry about (excluding my summer class), no housing/bullshit fees, high school friends, and all of orange county my summer is looking pretty bright. Unfortunately, the last few days at UCLA were rather unpleasant. Last week was finals week, and luckily for me I finished last Tuesday with much time to spare. I planned to stay the whole week to kick it with some friends and fraternity brothers before they leave back to the Bay. It was a great feeling to wake up, not worrying about any finals or any research papers. Since I had all the time in the world, I decided to go to my first Undie Run. I wasn't able to go the past quarters thanks to finals, but I was extremely excited to do my first undie run.
The undie run was fun as balls, running down the streets and yelling "BAWWWWSSS" with jeremy. Its amazing to the number of people that do this thing. Especially, the "creative and unique" underwear some people wear. Within 10 mins of being there I lose sight of all brothers and on the account of my inebriation there was no way finding them. I made it back to the house eventually for some further drinking. It was such a merry night that I just wanted to keep on partying. Unfortunately this was the beginning of a horrid night.
While playing some pong, I noticed two guys getting into it. Like usual, I step in and just break it all up. I have a good time when I can clearly see everyone is having the time of there lives. Fights and scraps kill my buzz and dealing with them fucking suck balls. I finish my game of pong (unfortunately it was a loss) and hang out in my friends room. About 30 minutes later I step outside and see about 100 people in front of house. As big as our school is, I could tell that more than half of these kids were not students. I guess people get the wrong impression of our house and think they can just walk in and start tearing our house up. Kicking them out was the toughest part, but it was the smartest thing to do. In the process, another fight breaks out, and by all means I run past everyone staring with there mouths open and pull guys apart. Unforutnately, this time it was way out of my control. I wish pushing guys back and getting punched at simulatenously. Just because your drunk and think you can take on the world doesn't mean you actually do take on the world. I have no clue how, but the brawl made it to the street, and from anyone's point of view the whole thing looked like a giant riot.
There were people trying to persuade me to stop trying to stop the fight for my safety, but i persisted and just tried stopping it. I can hear threats being yelled from across the crowd. The last thing I needed was to get shot or knived, or anyone else getting hurt. Eventually it died out and the cops came. I realize how pissed and heated i get just stopping a fight. That shit is fucking whack, if people had to fight about something it has to be for a better reason. It's stupid and it kills everybody's fun. I know a lot of my friends care for me and dont want me to get involved, but that just happens to the person I am. Sometimes I can't just sit back and wait for things to blow over.
Did I forget to mention, I was in my undies while all of this was happening. What a trip.
"The real and lasting victories are those of peace, and not of war." - Emerson
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