Wow. I'm on picks. And boy oh boy, is this weird... and it sure doesn't look like I'll be sleeping more than a few hours tops tomorrow night, unless we're real lucky. So I'll be sleeping soon tonight. Tomorrow begins the long, long day.

On the other hand, I finally feel like I can make a positive difference in the house. This is different from roompicks, where everyone is divided on what should happen, and there are traditions that you may or may not be trying to change (with great resistance). This... it seems like this is a completely new game around every year, because no two frosh classes are ever the same. Kinda scary when you think about it - this is part of what could determine a person's happiness for the next several years, figuring out where they fit. But I think (hope) we can do a good job of it.

And dang it, I missed talking to the second flutist in orchestra tonight (Harlan Kadish). Drat. Can't believe I missed him... oh well, if he's cool, then I can wait to meet him; if not, I can definitely wait, because three terms sitting next to him will be a long, long time. ;)

In other news - I've got a long, long way to go on this SURF report. It's rapidly turning into my personal nightmare - I'm sick of developmental bio, and don't want to work on it anymore. Finishing this will take a lot off my chest, but it'll be a while until then. -sigh-

Yeah. I'm gonna go read some ancient medicine and CA history now, maybe do some more biochem or genetics work. Night all, see you later.