Where Yo Curly Mustache At?

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Well, no. It's not that bad. But I can't say I'm not tired from the day at classes. I also then made an effort to be a good student and do all of my reading and tiny assignments right after my classes ended, and worked from the time-out at 4 until about 7, with just a break for a shower and a few panels of Girl Genius- the kitten demanded I read it, and doing so when not falling asleep or distracted by things, I find I rather like it. The whole studiousness thing is a pain to get used to though. I'm pretty sure the root of these terms is study. Not something I do much. Oh, I've always paid attention in class and taken my work seriously, but studying seriously or more than skimming my reading assignments? Not so much.

Bleeeech.

I've also never had to try so hard to not laugh at a priest before. You've seen the bushy mustaches on cartoon characters, or the old pictures, say, men in the ol' west or British gentlemen would have. I'm not asking. You know the one. Slim guy, fairly normal and respectable looking? Dressed well?

And a face absolutely clean shaven.

Except for a dramatically bushy mustache, with the ends fixed to curl pointing upwards. I even did a google search to try and find an example to give you all of how bad it was, and I could only find one. You want to see it?

Go buy some Pringles.

I didn't know they still existed.