in other news, one of my toenails has fallen off and the other is not far behind. here's a little montage (from my sweet new camera that we got from the bank for free).
pre-removal:
post-removal:
other cool news...let's see. i managed to get all the guys on the hall to do hall bonding in the form of a moustache-off. starting last saturday, none of us can shave anything above our upper lip, but everything below it has to go, and it lasts until long weekend, or until someone shaves. the person who shaves has to get some 30 racks and then there's a hall party. what bonds people like shared embarrassment? we will all look like this.
although, honestly, i'm still convinced that all girls secretly love facial hair. they just do. get over it. also, i might dye mine because otherwise it might not even be noticeable until just when the 6 weeks or so is ending. cool stuff.one final thing i've noticed this past week when eating in the dining hall with people not my family...how is it that so few people know how to use a knife and fork? a lot of people just grip them with their whole fist and stab into whatever their eating like the fork is a skewer and end up moving the whole plate back and forth. it's really weird, i hadn't realized it was such a poorly taught skill. i think proof of this is the fact that when looking for a funny picture of people using knife and fork, nothing came up. and "how to cut food" only brought up chefs. maybe that's how i'll become rich and famous, by modernizing emily post.
"into whatever their eating?" How about modernizing proper English, Emily? HaHAhaha!
ReplyDeleteF-A-G-Y, You ain't got no alibi, you faggy!
ReplyDeleteI am rocking a fine mustache my own self. But not because I want to. Kristine won't let me cut my own hair because "it looks mean" when I buzz my head. I won't let her take me to a frou-frou fancy-place where money is exchanged for a haircut from a barber. We are at an impasse with regard to me and haircuts, so I'm also not shaving.
Oh, and if you hadn't gotten all wee-wee'd up about drilling your toenails to let the blood out, you wouldn't have lost them. So never doubt me again.