So, I am totally in the coolest faculty on campus. Seriously, nobody else has a mascot or their own student building, or undergrad society presidents running around covered in blue greasepaint with the society initials shaved into their head. Also, we get to blow stuff up - the Arts kids had signs saying that Arts was better because it's bigger (never mind that we took up nearly half the gym), and I felt like we should totally have had signs saying 'Science: We Blow Stuff Up'. And I met people in my Bio class who seem at least decently interesting, and got good tips on stuff from our group leader, who's a third year Microbio major who wants to go to med school for the _right_ reasons.

They did the academic procession of all the deans and head faculty to the Imperial Death March, which was pretty much the greatest thing ever. Apparently this is something of a tradition. And the tv on my floor gets House! Which means I'll only have to download Project Runway off the 'net.

But now I am dead from walking around and cheering, so as soon as my laundry is done, I'm crashing.