So I'm Thinking About Growing a Beard

But I'm having trouble figuring out where to draw the line. You know, on my face. I'm referring to the parts I should shave and the parts I should leave disheveled. I guess I could go hobo and not shave anything, until my chest hair connects with my facial hair, which connects under my ear to the hair on the back of my head, which then connects with my back hair (I'm going to get that lasered, I swear). Then I could go around making Chewbacca noises and none of my friends would find it all that strange. Mostly because I wouldn't have any friends left if I went around lookin' like a great big furball.

But seriously, I can't work this out. Should I cut it off right at the jawline? Should I let it creep down my neck a little? I guess it will depend on what kind of coverage I end up with. That's kind of my motivation for this little experiment. I haven't ever really just let it grow, so I have no clear picture of what my facial hair looks like. I mean, I have a picture from the fuzz patch at 18 that we all tried until our parents made us shave that looked more like the grass on a hillbilly's yard than facial hair, but that's it.

I've done the goat a couple of times. It's not easy for me to leave that sentence there, but I won't let those of you with dirty minds dictate how I run this blog. I'm a fan of the goatee, but it's almost more maintenance than just shaving, what with getting the edges right and even, and then trimming the hair you leave so you don't look like Hairy McNo-lips. Right now I have it just under my jawline, kind of in between the edge and my neck. Okay, to be honest I have it just under the jawline on one side and at the jawline on the other. I'm telling ya, it's hard to get even. I have a feeling that this experiment won't last long, since I don't see signs of a thick crop. Maybe I should just park a couple dozen cars on my face and call it good.

I'm a Loser, Baby...

Well, it's official. I suck at everything. I had these lofty goals of completing my community college career this semester by taking 5 classes (2 in a classroom, 3 online) and graduating in May. I was going to walk and everything. Well, today I had to drop my online classes. I have fallen further and further behind with every week of assignments. There was just no way for me to get caught up, let alone keep up once I catch up. I think what stings the most is the fact that I managed (I just typed manga, heh heh) to complete 14 hours last spring. AND I GOT STRAIGHT A's! What the heck is wrong with me this semester that I can't handle the same load spread out over 5 classes instead of 4? And one of them was nothing but: Work out 3 times a week, record it, and take this super easy online quiz with no time limit that you can take from home with the book and the internet if you don't feel like looking it up. And I couldn't even handle that.

My fervent hope is that there are varying levels of difficulty when it comes to courses, that economics doesn't compare to creative writing. I took economics last year, creative writing this year. I totally thought that I would ace creative writing. I mean, I'm a writer for a living. Plus, this awesome blog. Huh? Huh? Eh? Eh. Anywho, I guess summer school is in my future. If I can't pass these classes during summer school, I'm just going to go find a cave to live in and yell at the kids that come looking for a makeout spot to stay off the grass, even though there's no grass, and carry around randomly sized mason jars of varying color and viscosity just because I'll seem crazy and scary and they'll leave me alone. I swear I haven't been planning this or anything.