I'm pretty sure that I am prematurely 65. Lately, I have been feeling like I have chest pain ad mini heart attacks and also ulcers. It is a little disconcerting.

In other news, this must be the season for Posters Falling Off, because like 4 things have fallen off my wall in the last one day.

Also, last night, I skipped class (I also feel horrible about that) to go to Senate and then the Lip Sync, but there was this hilarious part of senate where little kids (ok, freshman) put on a skit about the cabinet members and the girl that was penny rolled up in sweats and a green jacket and a hat and flip flops and she was generally hilarious. I didn't get most of the other things because I don't know any of those people, but it was still funny. Until it was like 2 hours long, and then it stopped being funny. Although, there was an interesting presentation by Carlos Vega about an initiative to look at first year advising, which I think is a great idea. One of the things that he talked about is that until you finally choose a major (and maybe without any guidance) you have no real advisor. Your first year advisor basically exists to sign a paper and give you your alternate pin, or whatever. I have thought this to be a huge issue. I feel like sopho0more year is the hardest year because you are trying to narrow down your interests, and without any guidance, it's hard to do that for some. I also think that the advisor-advisee thing needs to be revamped in general.