Decidedly Obscure Human Complaints.

But I don't really.

This semester. Seriously. And Statistics. And finals. And my bloody stress eyeball and my consta-compromised immune system. And whining. Which I do a lot of lately. Alas, this semester is almost over. So… close… can’t… wait. Then it starts all over again. But, for a minute there, it’ll be nothing but puppy walking and snow-shielded sunshine and freedom. And getting caught up on Werewolf News . And blogging.

As a fun side hobby, I love to dabble in SPFX makeup effects and I had the opportunity recently to help my friend with a few seconds of his 1 minute movie! Where the cool half of the makeup was shrouded in darkness. Here was the makeup:

Uh, something unprecedented and exciting has occurred in the land of my facial hair. I’m not sure when exactly it happened, but it did - last month I had developed what I’d argue passed as fo’ real real facial hair . It got to the point where, as I posted about prior, I could shampoo it, condition it, comb it, and trim it. Life was good. And then Halloween happened - where I had to shave it for my costume. Life was sad. But fun. This is where the unprecedented and exciting took place: After shaving, I looked noticeably different . My baby bare face was actually jarring to me. Now, this is unprecedented and exciting because this is the first time I’ve ever a.) grown facial hair and b.) shaved it and actually looked different because what I shaved was actually noticeable. It’s taken me two days now to adjust to my baby bare faced self and I’m growing it back as.fast.as.I.can. I suspect that I’m going to turn into my dad who went 20+ years without shaving until doing so and horri...