"I shalln't play with you again until you've had a wash."

Oh, the joys of age. It appears I (and the rest of the people at my lunch table) have adopted a freshman. We shall pass on our upperclassman knowledge to her - like "don't eat meat shaped like a flower" and which teachers have odd quirks that can be exploited.
Mwahaha.
One day down, managed to receive no textbooks as there was a shortage in every class. My locker is somewhere in the vicinity of where Jimmy Warren kept some pancakes and syrup for no less than a few weeks. It was nasty, I tell you.
We had a massive "get to know your classmates" time in economics, which is good, I guess, considering that I met someone I didn't know at all and we actually got on quite amiably. So yay for not having books!
We began to calculate in calculus. Our lone junior decided that we don't bite and that it was safe to sit closer to the front of the class.
Hicks and Adrian Jones visited for a little while in chorus. Both are moving (moving back for Adrian) to college today. Also, I am Brooke Wagster's mentor for that class. I feel so old!
Anglo-Saxon studies in English. Oh, to learn about history in the British literature class!
And then it was time to party.
So I ran around the house all afternoon (except when I had to pick my sister up from cross country) getting ready to go to Whit's.
I got there after having a terrible time with traffic, only to be greeted by Miki and my birthday present. Yeah, my birthday's not until November, but she'll be gone then, so yeah. I loved it. :D I think I shall wear my new black "I went to Middle-Earth and all I got was this crummy ring" shirt Monday. It makes me happy.
We had a monster game night. Trampoline tricks that I can't do (and Drew taking out a chair...ouch), capture the flag, mafia, Taboo, and hide and go seek. You're never too old for hide and go seek.
Also fish-flavored nude soup. There is a long story that goes along with this, but I'll assume all the people that were there will remember it without me jotting it down here.
Late into the night we stayed up. Not as late as we might have, mind you, but fairly late-ish...most of us went to sleep after hearing the ghost a few times.
Sometime around 9 this morning, we woke up, had some coffee cake or doughnut holes, said goodbye to Miki (who should remember to e-mail us and whatnot), and packed our stinky selves in our cars to go home. I crashed again after I got here.
And I just woke up. Whee.
On a final note, Happy Birthday to Billy Boyd, who turns 36 today.