So here's how Maldo managed to sabotage me and give me the melon this evening:

I was chilling at my friend's house watching the Bears/Packers game. Then two girls on the soccer team (Corri Sehr and Molley Drooger) come walking in all jittery and happy, "saying lets go to Stabucks, lets go do something! Blah blah blah." The settle down a bit and Corri comes up to me and says, "let's talk and go on a short walk, we haven't talked in a while..." So me and my kind and caring self says, "alright sure that's fine." At the time I was wearing sunglasses because I thought I looked good in them, so Corri and I go to the kitchen and grabbed some trash bags to take out to the trash...as we were walking I thought to myself that I should take the glasses off cuz I couldn't see squat, but as I was doing that Maldonado (with his big goofy grin), says with his relieved and devious laugh, "Hey Pfeifs", and tags me. Ask me how bitter I was...BITTER! So bitter!!! I felt betrayed by Corri and would not talk to her or Maldo... I wasn't really that pissed off, but at the same time I was...

So...now onto my story of getting rid of the melon...

After NWS and showers for everyone, I was standing in my room thinking no one was planning on leaving for the night so I was scheming on who I was going to go after in the morning...but low-and-behold, Graham decides to walk out to West door right next to my room... so I'm like, "yes this is my opportunity!" So I look at Ross and he nods his head saying go for it! So i wait to let Graham exit the building so he doesn't think I was following him. But as I walked out I did not see him. I walked to the front to see if he was there, but he wasn't. I then looked over to the sidewalk near the DC to find him putting his shoes on...I saw him look up signifying that he had seen me, but he was in no rush to get his shoes on cuz I was so far away... so I pretend to go left around the creek area to try and sneak behind him, but he proceeds on a jog to go to the Music building...the race was on... I decide to cut across the bridge on a sprint and run around the prayer chapel. By that time he was on the sidewalk that leads to the Bell Tower... I'm hauling butt with this 25lb? melon in my arm getting a bicep workout from all the swinging in my sprint... I continue to cut across the campus lawn and finally begin to catch up to him at about the middle of the library parking lot, and thank goodness for my light feet and for him slowing down a little because I gave everything I had left in me to Sprint and tag him about 40-60yrds out from the building...so I no longer hold the melon! And I no longer feel safe anywhere! But watch out...Graham's on the hunt... love ya buddy and sorry for taking you away from your studies...