Any Recyclables?

This afternoon i was dragged into the after-school recycling club by four dear friends. It was because one of these friends got sentenced to this club as a detention, that i was pulled into this whole thing. But after the first couple minutes, i didn't regret doing it at all. Myself and the rest of the "Batman" crew roamed around the school and asked various teachers if they had any recyclables. The only person i felt bad for in this whole situation was the poor woman who got stuck looking after our group. This lady seemed pretty out of place when directing us. I suppose we fit under the category of "weird kids".

While exiting the school that same afternoon, a woman told me that she liked my haircut. Now if it were about 2 months ago, when i cut all my hair off, or if i had any memory of this woman whatsoever, it might have not freaked me out as much. But of course the circumstances of which i just listed were opposite to what really happened. So considering that a woman who supposedly "knew me well" noticed my hair about 2 months after i cut it all off and the fact that i didn't remember her at all, left me leaving the building scratching my head.

When i got home this afternoon, i tested an experiment that i've been dying to do for some time now. you would think that when a teenage boy is home alone, he would do gross things. But i tend to do weird things instead. Like what i did this afternoon when i was all alone: Attempting to purposely slip on a banana peel on my kitchen floor.

At first i barely slipped, not even enough to make me fall. Then as i tried again with a little more running speed, i succeeding in falling with a small boom. It didn't hurt much so i don't regret trying it.