I had a very interesting post thought up to use in my continuing campaign to prove that I am not dead, but I seem to have forgotten what it was. Amnesia is probably not helping my case
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Also, I no longer look like a mad scientist at all. This is a continuation of my reversal of the space-time continuum, through which method I have reverted from looking approximately twenty-five to looking approximately fourteen.
I have been puzzling over this for a while, and what I have finally come up with is: you had the Beard which you have told me about in the past, which makes you look like someone's father, and now it's gone? :D
Yes, and because I had a haircut. (I feel that I should point out that since this post I have had another, far more embryonic beard which didn't make me look like a tramp, which was nice, but still made me look fourteen when it was gone. This is why I wish to leave school: I want permanent full control over my face... :P)
There is, apparently, technically a rule that states that male pupils are not allowed within six inches of female pupils. There is also a clause in the school regulations that pretty much explicitly allows teachers to give pupils detentions just for looking at them funny.
(So does everybody else. :P My school is known to all and sundry, somewhat erroneously, as 'The Boys' School' - despite the fact that we've had girls in the sixth-form (sixth and seventh year, confusingly) I think, since 1990. it's a little confusing.)
I have been puzzling over this for a while, and what I have finally come up with is: you had the Beard which you have told me about in the past, which makes you look like someone's father, and now it's gone? :D
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