Girl Scout meeting tonight. Good times, my friends. Except, according to the Council, we are not "Girl Scouts" anymore. We do all the same things that Senior Girl Scouts used to do. Except we are no longer called "Girl Scouts" because apparently being referred to as a "Girl Scout" is no longer cool among high school girls. Come on now...if you don't want it known that you're a girl scout don't join, idiots. Honestly. Don't make the council change the stupid name for the sake of your so-called "coolness".
Aaaaanyhoo.
Fun times. I love my troop. We're all so insane.

Hilary: I don't know what it is with ten-year-olds and hitting on me, but I'm going to puke.

Oh CURSES there was something absolutely HILARIOUS that Mindy said but because of my crappy memory I can't remember anything other than what Hilary said about ten-year-olds hitting on her. And then me and Mindy and Grace sitting on the trampoline and Mindy and Grace covering each other's mouths with their hands and pretending to make out. And then Mindy doing that to me. And then Owen riding by on his bicycle and scaring the hell out of us. And then me and Grace jumping Mindy.
Good times.