Go home, pointy head!

To the gentleman on the bongo drums at tonight's Mass*:

If you're going the mohawk route, you have to own it. Make it skinny enough. Shave the sides. Consider dying it a primary color.

But what you've done is gelled your normal haircut into a widdle tiny hawkie-poo on the top of your head. This does not qualify as a mohawk. It qualifies as lame.

Therefore: gel it down again or man up and mohawk it, but stop this foolish play-acting.





Anyway. Now that I've dealt with young 2MySpace4U. The question you've all been dying to ask: how are exams going?

Well. When you realize that you're kind of wishing you had less time until the exam rather than more, so you could fucking stop studying for it already, this is when you realize that you might have sort of a Motivation Problem. And also an Attitude Problem.

(Hi Mom! Just kidding! Doing great!)

No, seriously. Doing great. Dandy, in fact. Eight days from now, and it's all blessedly over.


*and yes, the very fact that I am able to address him that way is a sign of deeper problems. Bongo drums, forsooth.