A Surprise Grab Bag of Notes

With the end of Initiation, I am suddenly free from all fraternal responsibility. For over a year I've had to go to all of our events, plan and execute members, and buy pledgeship stuffs out of my own pocket. No more. I am no longer in charge, and this means I can say whatever I want. Coconut, aluminum foil, galvanizing. There - I said it.

After the Initiation ceremony, a few of the new members and I went to IHoP and had unlimited pancakes. What a deal! For five dollars, they brought me eggs and ham and hashbrowns and yes, unlimited pancakes. It would have been perfect if I wasn't so sleepy. Also that night, I told the pledges at my table the story of when I was a fairy dancer in the University's production of A Midsummer's Night's Dream. They had never heard it before, which was surprising. I spent two months in intensive dance training before falling off the stage in our last performance and receiving an eight stitch scar. But I think the real punch line is fairy dancer. But it was a scary fairy. I'll tell you about it sometime.

Now, with all my free time, I'm quite at a loss. I'm looking for things to do. I want to implement a yes man policy: if ever a brother wants to go to dinner, go to Kansas, have a sleepover, watch a concert, needs a wingman, builds an ark, I'll say yes. No matter what. But I'm still waiting to be asked.

So instead I'm working on my thesis. I'm a Creative Writing major, and my thesis is a time travel novel. All the names are real, though the events have been changed to protect the entertainment value. Three characters are actually fraternity brothers. They all die. Two are shot by a man named Mitchell. One has a brain aneurism. Hazards of time travel.

Often I get curious about who reads my blogs, outside of the authorities. I've narrowed it down to a 18 to 22 male demographic. But for this post, I think I'll hold a contest. Whichever person posts the longest number, spelled out in words, in the comments section, I'll blog a complete lie about you and make you famous. Or, I'll kill you in my novel. You specify.