Kilts make my life

On Saturday I helped out at the Campfire car wash, even though I'm not in campfire and they are the sworn enemy of girl scouts.  I was very peppy and held signs and screamed at people to get their cars washed (you need to get your car washed in order to be accepted by society, if you get your car washed people will like you, there are lovely young women who want to wash your car; we're the ugly ones, so they stuck us out here-  I stole that one from Dana.)  That was fun.  Then we went to Emily's house and ate pizza and chips. 
That evening some people went to Shakespeare in the Park and it was mad sweet.  By mad sweet I mean there were men in kilts hacking at each other with broadswords and axes and parrying daggers and all sorts of sharp, pointy weapons.  Well, there were really only two men in kilts, but two men are better than no men, so it made my life and I LOVE KILTS!!!!! 
After that we went to Phil's house and played Scattergories in his sweet  basement that has a new humongeous TV and is redone.  Phil and I are a mad hot Scattergories team. 
Today I cleaned my room some more, and then I went to Brian's party.  Congrats and happy birthday to Brian.  I'm insanely jealous because his parents love him  more than mine do and bought him a really nice red truck.   Well, just kidding.  About the love thing, that is.  They really bough him a truck.  Yay for Brian!  And it turns out that you only have to be 18 to be the liscenced adult in the front seat.  Hot.
Christina taught us how to play Egyption Rat Screw, and my question is, how did it get that name?  Not only that, but it's a really scary game to play, especially if you're sitting between Mike and Mark, and they're both intent on slapping the pile to get in.  So after I got out I was too scared to try the slapping thing, so Kelly and I left to play Secret Agent with the little girls and fight against the evil boys, just like in the good old days.  (Random moment:  remember when Marie dumped a bucket of water on David Schirelli's head?  I do.  It was the highlight of my life.)  And there was this mean little kid.  The meanest little kid I ever met.  First he pretended to have a booboo, and he lured Steve over.  Then when Steve bent down to see if he was ok the little kid punched him in the face!  It was terrible!  And also really funny.  The he told me a rabbit pooped on me.  And then he said he pooped on me!  Then I called him mean and in front of his dad, too.  Then his dad said it was time to go (but not just because of that.)
Here is what I have to say:  I'm not athletic.  I cannot catch a football.  I cannot throw a football.  Heck, I just learned how to throw a frisbee, how can you expect me to know how to catch one?
Later, after most people left, we had a ballon letting go ceremony and let all of Brian's balloons go.  It was cool, but Brian's dad called me short (and I'd given him a flower!  For free!  What's this world coming to?)  Eh, that's life. 
Then around 8 we ditched the boys and went out for coffee at Starbucks.  To this I have to say: Thighmaster and the Artvoice was soooo the way to go.  Too bad it failed at life.  Kind of like your face.