Yesterday I felt very college-y. Freshman-like, even. Went out with hallmates to three of four parties we had lined up, with various members of the group dressed as roadkill, a greaser, a reporter, a she-devil, and Hermione from Harry Potter. Nina joined us at the first party, dressed as Martha Stewart, which elicited lots of "Free Martha!" cries from other partygoers.

We first went to a small law school party in a basement apartment, then walked what seemed liked miles to a full-on rockin' house party, complete with kegs on the porch and hundreds of people jammed into three floors of narrow halls and small kitchens. I didn't recognize too many people from my section, which doesn't mean the party wasn't law-student-heavy, since there are 480 other members of my class I don't come into regular contact with, but does mean that there were lots of opportunities to meet people. Which I did not take advantage of. Because people are scary. And probably because I didn't have enough to drink.

The third and last party was back near the law school, and dying down as we got there -- no more liquor equals no more fun, and walking three miles in one night equals tiredness at 1:30 am. So we went back to the dorms, where four of us ended up watching the tail end of The Exorcist on TV -- missed the projectile vomiting, though -- and sitting through a countdown of the scariest movies. The youngsters pooh poohed the notion of The Exorcist (#4), Alien (#2), or Jaws (#1) being scary. Ah, youth.

I finally got to bed around 3 am. Woke up pleasantly surprised to find that it was 9 am instead of 10 am, which means an extra hour before the party tonight. Yes, the hall is having a Halloween party tonight. Sunday. I saw the boxes of liquor last night. Ah, youth! Their endless energy! Their holiday enthusiasm! Their joyful disregard of normal person hours!

Help.