Each time, it always just turns into fail because... well, it looks like pubes on my face. Not very attractive.
However, in another (perhaps vain) attempt to shake things up, I'm attempting to grow a mustache.
At the moment, it's fairly horrendous... but better than that CRAP up there.
So I'm going to continue the mustache experiment until my birthday. Then, I'll poll the various peoples who attend my birthday celebration and get their opinions. Based on those opinions, I'll either keep it or promptly shave it off the next day (once I'm no longer hungover of course).
I can't post a picture of the progress of this stache because A) I want to be as much of a surprise as possible, B) I can't find my camera at the moment, and C) my camera sucks anyway so it won't look good.
So if you want to see the final product... you better be at my birthday. (The countdown is on going)
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In other news, my mom texted me today and asked me how many tickets to the upcoming Journey concert I'd need so we can order them this weekend for my birthday present.
Now, I would like to go to this concert. I'm sure it would be awesome. However, it's on a Wednesday, I don't know who the hell would go with me, AND I'm not sure how good of a time I would have.
I'm not really a concert-goer... I'd much rather sit at home and listen to the music with out the fear of other people doing stuff around me while I belt the words to "Don't Stop Believin".
Most people say that the "experience" is the reason they go to concerts. I don't buy it. The last concert I went to was The Fucking Champs with Joey, Brianne and Jake. I'll admit, the experience to and from the show was awesome. The show itself, though good, didn't really move me. (Granted, it's not my favorite band... but I don't think that is a big enough reason)
So my immediate response back was "Nah, that's probably too expensive. Don't worry about it."
And she says, "Well not as expensive as your sister's Backstreet Boys tickets. Plus, it's for your birthday"
Yes, my birthday is coming up and I'm hella excited. I think I've been more excited for this birthday than any others. More than 21 (first time at the bars), 22 (Vegas with Dad and Miah), and 23 (Strip Club with Miah) COMBINED. I'll have tons of friends to party with me this time... which trumps any gift I could ever get... unless Brianne somehow finds a way to trump the bullshit buzzer and middle finger key chain.
So I'm kind of on the fence about the tickets. There's only one person I'd want to take with me right now and I'm not sure if she'd be down to go. (Well, maybe another buddy, but I don't think it'd be the same or if he'd be down either)
I'd almost rather the money for the Journey concert go towards the upcoming trip to Wrigley Field in July. That oughta be even more fun than last time since I love getting drunk with my Dad in Chicago. It's just fun times.
All I really want this year is more than one person to help me officially celebrate my birthday this year. (Last year's apartment party was cool... but when I think birthday, I think out to the club... the gentlemen's club... in Indy. Because I'd rather fuck a gay leprechaun than step one toe into Joker's Wyld up here in Funcie.)
The countdown continues...
~Nate-O
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