Ancient Greek is the New Crunk.

I was supposed to go to a crunk holiday party tonight, but I decided to be a lame asshole at the last possible second and not go to the festivities in favor of learning Greek and drinking hot chocolate. Plato would be proud.
About the studying bit, not so much the hot chocolate.
Tiny marshmallows are a little after his time.

So now I'm just wandering my house in my donut pajamas and sparkly antlers, muttering incomprehensible nonsense.
Check me out:


Clearly, I'm the reindeer named Vixen.