Is it just me, or is my life starting to get weird? Here's what I did this week. I ate waffles while my dad had his back shaved, I found out I had an I.Q. of 165, I threw chocolate pudding in a guy's face, I yelled at a kid in a wheelchair, I got transferred to a new class, and somewhere in there my butt got dipped in red paint. That's normal, right?