People are friggin' crazy.

Yeah, that's right. People are out of their minds. And it's completely awesome.

I just got back from Kelly's party, and man, those things are SO much fun. Barely 15 minutes into the party, Nick had already destroyed something. He gets so much air on the trampoline, and he took out part of the net around it. That was at about 4:40. The party officially started at 4:30. Yeah, that was fast.

Then, when we got in the pool, we had a fight with those little foam balls that you absorb water with then peg at people. It hurts after a while. And of course, no party is complete without Ryan Hodges and co. performing their little story involving a man who beats his wife, goes to work, has his car explode and dies, all the while splashing the patrons who are listening to the story.

Aaron and I went to go get Emily, so she could enjoy herself too. Apparently, Aaron's car is named Penelope, and they pronounce it like "peen-uh-lope" for short. I heard "penislope" when he said it, and so now, that is what Aaron's car is called. He got honked at, too, because his front left turn signal doesn't work, and he pulled in front of someone. Then we did a loop around the block, because Aaron's retarded and forgot where Emily lived.

Then when we got back, we got a game of Polish Golf going. It was Jenna and me (Team Jesusbitch) vs. Tim and Ryan (Team Awesome) vs. Aaron and Nick (Team Blueballs). I'll leave out the details and say that, despite much bad aim and bouncing of golf balls on the driveway, Team Jesusbitch won. I celebrated by catching lightning bugs and chasing Jenna around with them.

After that was a bit of freestyle volleyball, in which there are no real rules, only what's in and what's out. After the opening of presents, we were treated to a reenactment of Grease in Kelly's garage, followed by people lighting logs and calling them torches. And of course, no party is complete unless you can get 10+ people singing Bohemian Rhapsody, which, naturally, we did.

I spent the remaining half hour laying around with Jenna. That was the best part, in my opinion. There's nothing better than sitting on the trampoline watching fireworks, and looking at the stars with her head on my chest. I wish I could've stayed longer.

But yeah, going back to my original statement, this is what happens when you get a bunch of teenagers together. Madness. Nowhere near Sparta.