lately

Ive been undergoing some changes.

Not scary, boy-becomes-man shower changes.

Actually, pretty much the opposite.

Thats right, Face Sweater '06-'07 has been lain to rest. The beard is gone. There are some super pictures in route, but i couldnt get them in time, so I'll just have to describe my most recent look.

I looked like Mr. Noodles from Elmo's World

This may not be the best look for me of all time. Yet.

Another description someone gave to me was that i looked like a gayer Freddie Mercury .

because this was such a grave insult, I'm going back to clean-shaven steve, as a throwback to my pre-pubescent days. Hey, i still got the tiny genitals! why not?

I of course shaved down into a summer-y Hitler stash, cause even if all those people are dead, comedy is still alive and kicking.

Sadly, no pictures survived....

I finally fixed my computer so that i can listen to sound. Way back when, My computer was experiencing trouble functionally up to its technical specifications. (read: was clogged up with viruses and DNA.) I took it to the campus tech support to get a memory wipe, and in the process, they erased the sound-maker part of my computer. This was done by an indian (deepak kind, not the chubby chimney kind) nerd who apologized for looking at my movies. He gave me props for my selection though. Which i suppose is a compliment to my taste.

Anyway, recently i got so fed up that i finally sought out to fix it, and after an aggravating hour-long session with a tech support center in Jakarta(?) India. So the universe does actually care about fixing stuff. Its about time. How about a little help with my car too?

Cause my car is crap. I have the worlds worst mechanic. Every time ive gone there, my car's problems have been getting horrendously worse. The reason i went there more than once is because the main guy reminds me of Borat when he talks, and at the time, it was really cute and funny. Now its liking having Napolean Dynamite for your dentist. Just plain overdone.

I went to get my wheels fixed up the other day after the heat quit working on the coldest day of the year. literally. none colder. I figured this was a side effect from his poor workmanship, and asked him to take a look and fix. Three hours of sitting in a cramped, smelly office with mangy dogs running about, with nothing to do but watch the clock and listen to that one radio station that plays Matchbox 20 and Celine Dion. If you've been to a dentist, you know which one.

So after i serve my time, he comes and says "300 dollar fix you" I make a cheeky remark about him having to buy me dinner first which goes WAAAAY over his head, and i tell him we're breaking up, Im gonna go see a new mechanic cause he's crappy and Borat was Overhyped. He tells more, "ok, 50 for look at car" THis starts a half-hour long shouting match over his poor-worksmanship and attitude vs. my "trying to fuck him for with money" I can only assume he meant "financially ruin him" Our agrument crescendoed to the point of driving several of his customers out of his shop, and him calling me a Goat-snatcher. If the shoe fits. So i guess ill have to find a new mechanic to rob me of my time and money. Fuckers.

Well, I'm fresh-faced and mostly out of money. I feel like i'm 9 again. Except all the...and well...

Let's just hope there aren't as many embarrassing night-time incidences.

Although it can't all be bad.