Damn, I am far too old to be doing this whole O-week thing again. There are all these damn first years who are all so young and silly and I have to learn their damn names and, like, show an interest.

Bugger all that for a game of soldiers.

Current plan for O-week:
- Tonight: Tutor crawl. Sit in my room playing very loud, very angry-goth music and frighten first years.
- Tuesday: Hawaiian bar night. Dance a lot and show 'em how it's done.
- Wednesday: Toga. Wear a black net toga and dog collar and scare them some more.
- Thursday: Scowl. All day.
- Friday: Go to film group and see The Fast and the Furious.
- Saturday: Retro bar night. This one is almost too easy.

Seriously, am I turning into a bitter and twisted old woman at the age of 21? Is this what five years of college does to you? Am I actually a scientific experiment? More in the next exciting episode. Or maybe not.