Who cares what day it is. I'm annoyed now. Ever since this month started, I've been getting no sleep, and my internal systems are all outta whack. I'm tired, and I'm pissed off. And I don't know what about, either. Were Khan here, I'm sure there would be a joke about teen angst lined up and ready to go. Well whoopee, I guess I should start getting my wrist knife ready.
And I just found out recently that only people with Google accounts can comment. I think it's safe to say that most people have Hotmail accounts. Gee, thanks, Google, for making our blog that much more user friendly.
At any given rate, I can't wait till December first, cause this beard will be GONE.
P.S. If anyone knows where I can get a 2x12 guitar amp for cheap, I'd really appreciate. Who knows, maybe that endeavor will go right.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I'm ticked off. Majorly. I'm tired of this scruff that's growing around my face. I want my baby face back. And on top of that, I had to work today. That's not so bad, it's the fact that I didn't do homework before that. Grrrr.
This no shave thing is going to hamper the way I flirt. Maybe I should wear a balaclava to school. Now that would be an experience to tell the kids.
Me: "Well, Lil Tommy and Janey, wanna hear the story of how Daddy went to prison because people thought he was a terrorist?"
Wife: "NO! WE BOTH AGREED THAT IT WAS TOO EMBARRASSING FOR BOTH OF US, SO WE'D NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN!"
Yeah, that would really go well with the wife/kids/inlaws.
But at any rate, I'm glad. School's going good, life is going good, and I don't even have to be super deep or smoke a bong! (Just kidding. I don't smoke. Or drink. Or do drugs. But you knew that, right?)
However, when this month is over, I better have that soul patch I've been wanting since the age of 8... otherwise, I'm gonna murder my pituitary gland.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Day 1; It was weird having a smooth face again. I mean, I shave, and I keep it down, but last night, I decided to shave it ALL off (beard hair people, beard hair!), then I went to sleep without a second thought. When I woke up in the morning, my first thought was that I looked like I was in grade 7 again. It feels totally different; usually I've got a wee bit of hair so I look "older", but not scruffy.
I found out that a couple of guys at school are doing it too, and heck, some of the girls might be doing it too..though that's probably best left alone. But don't just take my word for it, gents, pass the information on! Here's the official facebook group (http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=123811471007538), so go 'head and spread the word!
May your beards grow full,