Bounce houses and bandages.

Last year there was one of those bounce house climb-up-and-slide-down things on the campus of my college, I think for a gay pride/awareness/tolerance event of sorts. It was pretty unoccupied for the most part, which was weird, but I decided to go play on it with some people I hung around when I got out of class. At one point while sliding down, and I have no idea how, I ended up skinning both of my knees and my elbows. I'm pretty sure I was wearing a sweatshirt, too, but probably not long pants. I went to the health office to get some band-aids and clean it off because it was incredibly oozy and there was some dirt in it. They didn't have any normal sized band-aids so he gave me some square thick puffy bandages that were unnecessarily large and I had to walk around like that for a good portion of the afternoon. My sister was not pleased at the sight when I met up with her.

I SKINNED MY ELBOWS AND KNEES ON AN INFLATABLE PLAY STRUCTURE. IN COLLEGE.

This is why I'm single.