My byline is inaccurate. Apparently, at least as of Aug. 27, my name is Chuuuuuuu.
Yes, I was hypnotized. And yes, it worked. For those in attendance, I was the one constantly pulling up her strapless dress, hair covering my face as I fell into a stupor.
My first shining moment, sealing my 15 minutes of fame, was when Tom DeLuca convinced me that I was an alien from a faraway planet, unable to speak English. In front of what seemed to be the entire University, I binged and chued, clicked and babbled. In addition to being able to put "trilingual" on my r
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