I am not a whore... but I like to do it.

Celebrity gossip is addicting and act as excellent conversation pieces during awkward silences at parties. Gossip on The Row is also addicting, but becomes the conversation piece that creates awkward silences at parties.

How is it that the socially awkward are either a) nymphomaniacs as a result of their social exclusion or b) judgmental prudes??

Apparently when The Resident was over last week and we were engaging in some fun in my bed for once, one of the socially awkward members from our newest pledge class decided to come and talk to me about being on Panhellenic. There are so many things wrong with that sentence. I would NEVER endorse her for Panhellenic. Supposedly, she heard us going at it and has since been spreading it around to everyone. What a bitch. We weren't even being loud... I asked Little #2 who lives next door and she said she heard nothing. I imagine what happened instead was that she was talking to Miss Socially Awkward (her big sis), who saw The Resident come into my room earlier and then put it together when she tried to come in and the door was locked.

Miss Socially Awkward herself makes poor sexual decisions and is often seen making the walk of shame following a night of being spotted sucking face with some equally awkward boy... usually a freshman. Yet, you never hear this shit coming from her bitchy and judgmental prudish little. Queen Prude instead decides to launch an attack on me and has been systematically spreading it around to everyone that I am a whore. Then last night, as I arrived at The Charter House annual HO HO HO Party, everything turned to whispers and glances in my direction. Then The Flirt came and told me what he had heard and whether or not it was true... of course like any good rumor, this got twisted around so by the time it got to him, the gossip turned into me having a threesome with two of The Row's whoriest girls in a fraternity's basement, which is a ridiculous absurdity all on its own. First of all, if I were in a threesome, it would be with two other guys, NOT two other girls. Second: I would not be caught dead having sex in a fraternity basement.

Of course, I traced it to Queen Prudy because she stupidly made it her story in a pathetic and desperate attempt to raise her own social status and as soon as she made an appearance at The House for lunch, I bitched her out in front of everyone. She didn't know what was coming to her. Of course after I called her out on it, Miss Socially Awkward felt obligated to butt her fat ass into the conversation in defense of her little, at which point I asked her if she would like to share with everyone the story behind her most recent walk of shame. She turned about 15 shades of red and walked away as Queen Prudy stared open-mouthed in shock. Amazing how some little sisters can be so oblivious to their bigs' extracurricular activities.

In any case, I've been doing damage control. For the most part, this has blown over and once everyone discovered the source to be Queen Prudy, they all dismissed it. Still, The Row is full of sorority girls who jump at the opportunity for interesting pieces of gossip so I imagine this will linger for some time... especially since everyone knew me as part of Panhell. For some reason, once you're on Panhell and everyone knows your name, that makes rumors about you worth just that much more.

Socially awkward prudes should never join sororities. Of course, they somehow manage to perpetuate themselves and survive like fucking cockroaches through nuclear war. Honestly, I wonder if this prudy breed of the socially awkward are just uptight bitches just because they've never had sex. If they did or at least did properly, they wouldn't walk around all day like they had a corkscrew up their asses. Maybe that's it. They're trying to preserve their technical purity or whatever and just consent to anal.

I could take the so-called "high road" and "forget" this incident... but where's the fun in that. Besides, I subscribe to the belief that luck is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration. Bitch picked the wrong person to mess with. This is so not over.

It's amazing what Panhellenic life does to you.

So busy I haven't posted in what... 6 months? There's now snow on the ground and things are winding down for Christmas so I finally have time to not give a shit about sorority life... which is such a hilarious statement because at the end of the day what am I doing? Sorority shit.

The biggest piece of drama this semester was a Big and Little pair that ended up being the finalists for The Hilltop House's Dream Girl. Now that is what I call fierce competition. That shit is serious... some girls would say that's just about as bad as a Big and Little pair fighting over the same guy. In any case, a lot of The House was divided over who to support. It was one of the younger Big and Little pairs, so I didn't really care to have a stake in it. Personally I stopped caring ever since I cut myself from the running for frat dream girls/sweethearts since it would have been bad form considering I've been dating The Resident fairly seriously. I even consented to being pinned and that was a little dramatic episode all on its own.

It was somewhat awkward since The Resident is an alum from The Charter House at a different chapter but they held it at our school's chapter... meaning that The Flirt had to be part of the ceremony as its current president. It was a cute ceremony... some of The Resident's pledge bros came and some other old alums did too... meaning that I got serenaded by a choir of guys from ages 18 to 80. It got interesting when some of the old Charter House alums were hitting on me to hassle The Resident.

I have to get some Christmas shopping done today seeing as this is our first Christmas together and I feel like he's already upped the ante with talk about dinner at the fanciest French place in town. Lucky he's independently wealthy since residency pay sucks.

Some girls still have a few finals left before they can jet home... fortunately, I always plan my classes so my finals are done early.

And the exhaustion settles in

This past weekend has just been filled with tons of stress what with The IFC Webmaster getting into the accident and all the crap going on at The Guitar Hero's house.

The IFC Webmaster is going to be okay, but the other brother from The Freemason Fraternity is not in good shape. The doctors put him into a medically induced coma to try and limit brain damage, but we're not sure what's going to happen. We spent Sunday and Monday in emergency Panhell/IFC joint meetings to discuss the situation. Extra counselors are on hand now to be available to talk to people. The University Administration has sent out an email briefly explaining what happened... like anyone needed it... that news spread like wildfire through Greek Row.

This whole ordeal has just been even more stressful after The Guitar Hero just unnecessarily threw a fit over the weekend. He got mad that I was planning to leave the carnival/picnic early to go visit The IFC Webmaster in the hospital. I don't really see why he was even mad... it was his mother's fundraiser, not his. He insisted that he would drive me to his house and drive me back and then on Saturday, he wouldn't drive me to the hospital. What a fucking childish thing to do. So I called The Flirt and he came and picked me up which pissed off The Guitar Hero even more and went to the hospital. The IFC Webmaster looked pretty bad... he was bandaged everywhere and apparently broke some ribs and an arm.

The Flirt was pretty pissed at The Guitar Hero and for once, I agreed with him. He's just getting jealous and annoying about it because all I wanted to do was to visit a friend in the hospital.

The police are still conducting an investigation about what happened, but it seems like this other car had been driving erratically and they swerved to miss it, but hit another car. It just seems like a really messy case. Both The IFC Webmaster and the other Freemason bro were both completely sober at the time, but that didn't stop the fuckers at The University Daily Paper to say that "it wasn't known if alcohol common to Greek life was in the brothers' systems." Uh objection. It was known. Alcohol wasn't a factor, at least not on their part and there are blood panels and urine samples to back that up. Seriously people need to stop painting Greeks as drunkards who are responsible for these kinds of injuries and accidents.

Going back to the hospital later today to cheer The IFC Webmaster up. I'll probably try to sneak him some contraband food... a break form all the hospital food.

Spring BREAK!

So I completely missed class, which is fine since most people didn't show since it's spring break. I'm not really doing anything "spring break-y" for spring break this year either. The Guitar Hero wants to spend all of Spring Break together as our "anniversary" thing. We never really established when we were "official" or whatever, so he wants to spend half of spring break at my house and half at his. I feel like we're going to end up going on a yacht trip with his family, which means I need to shop for new spring season pieces. His mother will judge like no other.

I think there might be like... a day or two in between that I won't be seeing him... which leaves very little time to hang out with The Rich Bitch since we'll both be in town for once... and The Flirt apparently is going to be throwing a rager since his parents are going out of town for some function or another. The Sorority Prodigy wants to go... which already is going to create problems because she'll want me to go with her so she can have someone to hang out with at the party besides The Swimmer and that fact is going to piss off The Guitar Hero since he does not like The Flirt at all.

That and I'm already going home to enough drama as it is since The Nana will be coming at some point this week and if it is when The Guitar Hero is here... I'm gonna need a lot of martinis to make it through. Not to mention The Older Brother is coming home for a visit just for kicks. We worked out the majority of our issues but he doesn't know that The Wine Heir occasionally texts me drunk with all kinds of things. No one really knows about that and i'd like to keep it that way purely because I do not need anymore drama in my life.

I feel like this isn't even a break at all with the amount of work I'm going to have to put into looking good and being the perfect daughter, granddaughter, and sister to my family and girlfriend of son, sorority big sis of daughter, and spring break guest to The Guitar Hero's family.

So many roles and so little time. First thing on the list for today: go shopping for spring pieces with The Sorority Prodigy. She'll know the right kinds of florals to please her mother without going overboard.

Taking over the world, one campus at a time.

I haven't posted in forever.

Since taking on my role in Panhell, I've just been busy. To top that off, our International contacted us and extended invitations to a few of us to help colonize a new chapter of The House at this college about 4 hours away by car. Our International has been in a big push lately for colonizing more chapters at different schools. I've been spending my weekends down there with Internationals, alumni, and The Social Chair (who I'm going to refer to as The Pageant Princess since she's no longer social chair and she used to be heavily into beauty pageants.) since she's VP Membership for our Panhell. We've been doing some planning and brought some of our best and cutest recruiters and ran a spring rush there.

It was kind of annoying since it was like running an over the top spring rush since we had to compete with existing chapters. But we got a class of about 50 girls and they're into their pledge period and what not. A bunch of us have been doing work getting them ready and our chapter as well as a few others in the region have taken up the role of being big sisters and whatnot and inviting them to our events. We had our invitational last week and a bunch of them came to that. Granted, since they're still colonizing, they have to complete a bunch of tasks... but the bulk of my work on the advisory board is over and I can get on with life again.

Other updates... things are going somewhat rockily with The Guitar Hero. He was mad that I wasn't around for Valentine's Day since I was helping at our colonizing chapter dealing with stuff. He's also not too happy since The Flirt and I are lab partners in a class we have together. The Flirt, on the other hand, has been taking every opportunity to cause problems and be a romantic moron. He bought me not one, but several, singing Valentine grams from The Male A Capella Group with a Punny Name, which stalked me for most of the week before Valentine's Day. He also wrote me stupid little poems every single day that week... gems like:


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Let's get in bed,
For a good screw.

and

Remember the dude from Nantucket,
Whose dick was so long he would suck it?
He's got nothing on me,
I'm stiffer than a tree,
So come over and let me fuck it.

Honestly what kind of guy spends his time making dirty limericks? Although I do know one of The Charter House's pledge nights involves drinking and making up dirty lyrics to songs so they probably have decent practice.

Anyway, time to get some breakfast and head to class. It's been taking me twice as long to get to class lately because of the shitty weather. The weather forecast on the news likes to make it sound much cuter than it really is by calling it "wintry showers" when really it's sleet so it's like raining but raining white icee. And it splatters and is freezing and melts on everything.

Well that was unexpected

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Making the World a Better Place

So I am now participating in The Mansion's philanthropy event to compensate for The Nana's crazy behavior and insinuations of The Guitar Hero's lack of virility.

The catch here is that their philanthropy event is a date auction. I guess it's not all bad... a chance to prove that I'm worth oodles of money. And yes. I am that confident that I will generate an obscene amount of money because I'm hot and I have the statistics to back me up. Not to mention the convenience of knowing that The Guitar Hero will likely end up in a bidding war with The Flirt since The Flirt has been on a mission to regain some of his dignity since we stole The Charter House's Charter.

This should be pretty entertaining and I suppose I should keep in mind that it IS benefiting Research and The Search for a Cure for Some Potentially Life Threatening And/Or Quality of Life Decreasing Disease.

The great part of having Greek family members is that they're all ambivalent about my participation in said date auction. The Mother is both amused and disapproving because she knows that sorority girls participate in such philanthropy events yet does not like the idea of her daughter being auctioned off to the highest bidder. The Father is significantly less amused because I'm his precious little girl, but he is grudgingly accepting that it is for a good cause and isn't in any form as bad as the wet t-shirt contest philanthropy event that The Cousin Who Likes to Push Boundaries participated in last year. Despite the fact that her school is in The South and thus extremely Greek, I'm shocked that any advisor would approve a philanthropy event like THAT. After all it's just one very thin layer of basically see-through white fabric, which doesn't leave much (if any) up to the imagination. I think The Cousin Who Likes to Push Boundaries does it for the shock factor. She likes to prove to people that she doesn't fit into a certain mold or conception that they might have of her.

The Older Brother (we're on speaking terms again... The Mother convinced him to call after The Nana incident) is supportive because his fraternity conducted a similar date auction a few years ago. He said to let The Guitar Hero know that he was willing to add $500 to The Guitar Hero's bid to help him win me if a bidding war ensued past The Guitar Hero's financial resources. That was generous. I don't understand The Older Brother's sudden change in attitude... something must be going on that I don't know about. Maybe The Parents did threaten to cut him out of the trust fund unless he talked to me.

On the note of date auctions... I don't understand why girls who clearly don't stand a chance sign up. It's one thing if you have a boyfriend who will most assuredly bid on you (if he knows what's good for him...) but it's entirely another if you are single and known as The Row Bitch. She's from Tinkerballerina's house, The Dancers. She's really not cute or hot enough for her to be that bitchy either. And most frat boys steer clear of her because there are some interesting stories involving her spreading rumors of impotence and/or general incompetence and no guy wants the girls to think that they're sloppy in bed. Talk about cockblock.

Haha The Sorority Prodigy tried to sign up for the date auction too but The Guitar Hero flat out said no and ripped up her form! Oh how protective big brothers are...

The Second Task with a spoonful of sweet revenge

It's that time of year again when the fraternity men send their pledges on missions to raid our house and we in turn send our pledges over there to toy with them.

I basically orchestrated The Second Task for the new pledges. It was time that I took a hand in planning some of the tasks. That and I need to exact my revenge on The Flirt... and what better way than through pledge bonding?

The Flirt had the nerve to hand the red thong I had given his little bro back to me in the middle of Monday Night Football and insinuate to everyone there that I had "forgotten it" there the night before.

I casually let it slip to The Flirt that The Pledges were going to go steal The Hilltop House's composite. I know he's been wanting to send The Charter House Pledges to raid The House and possibly steal some House paraphernalia - assorted trophies and plaques from various competitions we've won. I know that what he really wants is our Charter.

The Charter is nothing more than a symbolic and historic piece of paper which recognizes the particular Greek chapter as a local branch of whatever organization, fraternity or sorority. It's just a piece of paper, generally in a frame, but it is power. As tradition on The Row holds, steal a Chapter Charter and you can demand a request, any request, from them. It's the ultimate power play. As far as I know, no Charter has been stolen in recent memory... I heard that Barbie's Whorehouse had their Charter stolen several years ago and the repercussion was doing a lap around The Row stark naked.

I fully intend on never having The House Charter stolen.

As per Greek rules, The Charter must hang fully displayed. And so it is in The House... but seeing as there were no specifications as to where it is hung, we at The House have ours displayed on an outcrop from the wall about 30 feet in the air facing our twin stairs, but impossible to reach without a ladder. It sits in a niche essentially, probably originally intended for fake plants or useless decorative crap.

In any case, during this conversation with The Flirt, I also led him to believe that The House Actives would be away at an exchange with The Mansion... completely believable since several of us are dating several of them. You could practically see the cogwheels in his brain turning about how he would plan to steal The House Charter.

And last night the plan came together quite nicely. At about 10:30 last night, we sent The Pledges in the general direction of The Hilltop House. We in turn, turned off most of the lights and prepared for the raid.

I can't imagine why all the fraternities try to climb our trellis. It is honestly the stupidest, clumsiest, and most obnoxious way to get into The House. Last Spring, The Hilltop House tried this one and of course we kicked their sorry little asses...

I stationed Little Sis #1 in my room, which has a clear view of the trellis. A group of the quickest thinkers were stationed around the actual Charter itself. The Social Chair was leading that group and they hid behind sofas in the adjacent room, the grandfather clock, the closet we have under the stairs, and a strategically placed table that we moved in and covered with a cloth.

Another group was up on the roof and up on room balconies to tell us of any other movements and possible attempts to get into The House. We also had patrol groups stationed on each floor in case assistance would be needed. It may sound drastic, but raids are serious business and essentially it's all about strategy. I certainly don't want to have to run around The Row butt naked, nor do I intend on having The House's name sullied on my watch.

The Charter House boys started coming up the trellis and another group attempted to go through our garden to the rear of The House. The third and final group was stationed around outside, probably as lookouts for us.

We waited until the trellis climbers had fully made it onto the balconies and made their way through french doors we intentionally left open on the third floor. Then the ladies up on the roof started pelting paint-filled water balloons at the boys in the yard and also the lookouts who all promptly ran for cover. There's nothing like water balloons filled with paint to make a raid a little more interesting. The guys that had made it into The House were oblivious to the fact that their other groups had been taken down. The way Raids/Row Wars really work is that if you are covered in some kind of substance, you're essentially "dead" and out. The group in The House made their way down and systematically took framed pictures off the walls. My phone vibrated in my back pocket and it was a text from The Sorority Prodigy which confirmed their success on their task. I text back with instructions to start heading back and wait for lights and noise. I had been up on the third flood and quietly took the back stairs down to the ground floor and doubled back to the living room where I waited behind a door.

The boys were coming down the twin stairs and one of their phones went off with an annoying sound of a text message followed quickly by a whispered "SHIT!" Then I heard The Flirt whisper back, "why the fuck was that not on silent" The original voice said "Fuck! Ground Teams 1 and 2 were taken down. Just got the message." A nervous silence. It was beautiful. They were beginning to realize that something was up. I love this part. "If they're all on the roof, then they aren't here. Grab The Charter and run," one of them said. "Fuck. The Ground Team was supposed to bring the ladder."

At which point, I decided to walk out from behind the door and say, "Show's over, boys. You have failed in your mission" and promptly sprayed The Flirt and the two guys on either side of him with silly string. Girls then flooded out from where they were hiding and sprayed more silly string and threw glitter confetti on them. I think it was extra crap we had randomly leftover from last year that we dug out of some box. In any case, they were covered in silly string and confetti.

With all this noise, our front door swung open and The Sorority Prodigy stood there with The Charter House's Charter in her hands.

The look on The Flirt's face was priceless. And it's even more priceless because one of the girls got it on camera. I suppose it was all the more humiliating for them because they are the Alpha chapter of their fraternity.

Oh last night was a great night. It's already all over The Row that The House managed to steal The Charter House's Charter the same night that they tried to steal ours. Damn straight. You don't mess with The House and get away with it.

We (and by we, I mean I) haven't decided what we want to make them do yet... but I can assure you it WILL be good. Cheers to yet another successful raid and a successful defense!

The First Test

So the new babies were subjected to their very first test due tonight. We had an interesting mix of results.

Their first task was to get something from a fraternity man - a completely easy assignment. The Pledge Mom made it really simple too... my pledge year, we had to retrieve an item of clothing or something else extremely personal which clearly identified from whom it was taken. This year, it was literally anything. Of course, the members who brought the most interesting item are the ones who garner the most attention.

The Pageant Queen pledge brought in her boyfriend's fraternity pin... I'm guessing she'll be pinned soon which would be fun. I could do with a pinning ceremony or two this semester. It wasn't the most interesting object but it was appropriately sororitaaaay.

The Sorority Prodigy managed to get The Swimmer from Charter House's Speedo. I am so proud of her. That was like the best thing ever when she pulled it out. Apparently she went over and coerced The Prep to talk to The Swimmer and convince him to let her have it for the night.

Some other objects that were brought in were car keys, a credit card, a pair of boxers, etc.

Similarly, the pledges over at The Charter House were sent on a mission to get pieces of lingerie from sorority women. They already got their little bros and The Flirt's little bro came and found me and since he's a first year turned bright red and mumbled that The Flirt told him to get something of mine or else there would be punishment. What a cocky bastard... sending his poor little bro to get a piece of lingerie from me? Can't even be a man and come get it on his own. Whatever, not like The Flirt would get whatever I gave his little bro, so I picked out a silky red thong and sent him on his way. He was decently cute too... I should insinuate that to The Flirt sometime for payback.

This weekend should be fun though... lots of parties.

Thursday Night Rush Parties

Rush is about to begin but I have no worries. We'll kick ass as we do every year, in part to our successful and sneaky dirty rushing. Example: The Sorority Prodigy is as good as ours since The Social Chair and I have been wooing her all summer.

Speaking of dirty rushing, The Social Chair and I hit up some frat rush parties tonight... which is always an interesting experience. The Charter House tried to keep us with them all night just because girls by nature attract pledges, let alone hot girls from the best house on campus. We left once the freshmen started trying to hit on us. The Flirt caught up with me tonight and attempted to woo me with compliments. I hate when frat boys try to do the "gallant" thing and walk us home because really... we're not going home... we're going to another party. The Flirt tried to walk me home when I said I was tired but really I meant that I was leaving to head to The Mansion for their rush party... needless to say The Guitar Hero was not pleased when he met me at my door with The Flirt walking me up the path. There were some looks thrown.

To be honest though... The Charter House's set of new pledge prospects seems a whole lot better than The Mansion's... they're just on the whole way cuter and more together with their clothing choices. I think The Sorority Prodigy and The Prep from The Charter House are well on their way to becoming a couple... much to the dismay of The Guitar Hero. Oh well. Not like he has much of a say in these things.

I'm surprised that girls stayed in at The House tonight... like who doesn't go out on a Thursday night???

There's nothing like a great party to round out the summer...

The Sorority Prodigy came up for a visit when The Guitar Hero came up and I convinced her to stay for a few days to hang out with me and The Social Chair. This is great all around since The Social Chair loves her too... which means I have twice the amount of pull from The Rush Board, not to mention the whole fun in three girls hanging out.

Tonight we went to a house party thrown by The Flirt from The Charter House... his parents were conveniently out of town. The Flirt is as his name describes him to be... he's a decently nice guy but definitely the ladies' man. He's been trying to hook up with me since freshman year when we lived in the same dorm and used to watch House, M.D. together since we're both pre-med. We almost hooked up on Valentine's Day of that year and ever since then he's decided to pull a Dr. Chase and text me every 14th of the month to ask me out. Without fail. Apparently not as dedicated as Chase asking Cameron out every Tuesday... but it amazes me that he hasn't forgotten a 14th yet. Still... I think he's too immature for me with his erratic dating patterns.

But the party was still fun. Met some more of the guys from The Charter House who apparently all think I'm amazing ever since their Jello Fight Night. The Flirt ended up organizing a Beer Pong tournament and he insisted that we be paired up for the whole of it... I wasn't sure if it was because he admires my aim or because he wanted to get into my pants since he kept sticking the ball in my face and telling me to lick it for luck. We ended up losing to The Social Chair and The Swimmer from The Charter House but it was okay because they ended up disappearing after the tournament and I just saw them asleep downstairs on a couch.

The Sorority Prodigy similarly had fun with The Prep. I imagine her mother would approve of him in terms of his family and whatnot seeing as his mother is also a member of the DAR apparently. I can also see The Guitar Hero not being happy with me if he ever finds out about tonight because not only are there decently hot guys from his rival house hitting on me, they're also hitting on his biological little sister. I don't think anything too graphic went down seeing as they were downstairs by the bar for most of the night.

Which, of course, left me and The Flirt... although not right away since I got into a huge debate with The Football Player about the whole Brett Favre leaving Green Bay bit, which then got a bunch of guys arguing on both of our sides. But he eventually got a keg rolled our way and the guys all decided that I just HAD to do a kegstand... which I did... but then I decided I wanted a drink of water and he decided to follow along. He then tried the whole "all the blood's rushed to your head from the kegstand, let's go outside so you can cool off," which I impatiently brushed off with an "I'm fine" but then he asked me to keep him company while he cooled off. Obviously he wanted to get me outside and away from everyone, but I'm a big girl so I just gave in and went with him. We walked to a park by his house and he insisted on pushing me on the swings. He was probably going for that big "romantic" moment in every good chick flick where the guy wins over the girl... and given his drunken state, it was not a bad execution... except that the girl is in a relationship already. To his credit, he didn't try to make a physical move... but he did dig at The Guitar Hero and The Mansion and asked me if I was ever going to say yes to a date. I told him that I would go on a date with him if he ever grew up and stopped being such a flirt. I figure that he was too drunk to remember that... plus he'll never stop being a flirt so either way I'm safe.

I don't think I'll tell The Guitar Hero about tonight... mostly because I think he'll make it more dramatic than it was or needs to be. He gets a little jealous whenever he sees other guys hitting on me, which is a little irritating since well duh, I'm in a sorority and I'm hot and not an idiot to boot... what do you expect? Of course guys are going to hit on me.

I'm still here at The Flirt's house. The Social Chair and The Sorority Prodigy didn't want to leave just yet seeing as they were both curled up with their respective boys and I didn't feel like driving after drinking so much. The Flirt wanted me to sleep with him in his bed (surprise, surprise) but he was pretty drunk by the end of the night so I put him in bed and said I was going to the bathroom and he was out by the time I turned off the light so I'm in their den using the computer. Sometimes I think that dating The Flirt would be fun since he's way more into sports than The Guitar Hero is which works for me since I grew up with two brothers and a dad who were crazy about sports. And sometimes The Guitar Hero gets a little worked up about stupid drama that happens like the whole thing with The Wine Heir which then he shuts himself away and writes songs on his guitar. But all in all, our relationship works and it's fine for now.

I think I might go out for coffee and bagels in a bit... no point in going to sleep now.