Sigma Chi rules!

I pretty much slept like a log last night, which was sa-weet, but then I had this dream before I woke up that J and I were at a campground, and Gary Busey was there getting trashed with some stripper, but that made me and J decide that playing drinking games sounded like fun, so we were doing shots and ultimately passed out. This isn't like my normal dreams at all. This sounds like the fantasy of a 22-year-old frat boy. And, I'm telling you right now, if reincarnation is real, the LAST thing I want to come back as is a frat boy. I liked college too much to spend it working on my alcohol tolerance. Seriously, those dudes can drink like 40 beers in a night. That takes work and effort. I personally think it's just easier to read a book. That's all I'm saying.