Birthday

November 4th was my 18th birthday, and it was an awesome one. The following things occurred:

0. On Tuesday night, I was "kidnapped". See, there's a special antiquated law around here that says that taking any person under the age of 18 across county lines without parental permission constitutes kidnapping. The county line is maybe a mile away from us, and a little past it is an In-n-Out. Thus, after watching Dr. Strangelove for Humanities class on Tuesday night, I was carried to my friend's car for a kidnapping. A kidnapping involving a strawberry milkshake and fries. Not too bad.

1. At 12:00 AM a large group of people arranged for my twin sister and I (did any of you know I have a twin sister? I have a twin sister. She goes to Mudd too.) to be showered - a.k.a. picked up and carried off to a shower in another person's room and put in the shower fully clothed and momentarily drenched by said shower. Naturally, knowing that they were going to track me down and wanting to at least put up a good fight, I found a place to hide - under my desk. And it was a good hiding place, too, until SOMEONE told the horde exactly where I was hiding. My efforts proved fruitless, and I was indeed showered.

2. I finished all my homework due Thursday (today) in advance of yesterday, so I did not have to do any homework yesterday. I would just like to point this out because I've had a few messages asking about whether the homework load is as terrifying as it seems from some of the blog posts written by myself or other bloggers. The answer is yes and no. Yes, sometimes there is a ridiculous amount of homework here; yes, you'll probably end up staying up very late sometimes. But it is possible to manage it, as long as you do your homework before the night before it's due sometimes. At least for freshmen. I can't speak for other years much. The point is, I stayed up until 2 AM this week a bunch, but had I wanted to, I could have fallen asleep at or before midnight every day. I just didn't want to. So don't fret.

3. At around 4 PM yesterday, after class and a brief nap, I was told to go to East courtyard. And, after standing around with a bunch of people wondering why everyone was gathered in the courtyard, a singing telegram sent by mother was delivered. It should be noted that the deliverer was dressed up as Dr. Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show. There was a pretty good-sized crowd including the by the end of the…performance? It was about 20 minutes of oddity involving some singing and some general embarrassment of my sister and myself. We both got teddy bears, though. Actually, it was pretty awesome, albeit weird.

Many more fun things happened, including watching Firefly, procuring cake, getting a super-cool shirt from a friend (it says "It's ON like a PRAWN who YAWNS at DAWN" and depicts a prawn holding a coffee cup), and generally having a good day. Class was also attended, for the record. And my dad's visiting this weekend. Over all, life is pretty peachy keen.