Facial hair

      This week has been quite an important one for me, partly because I had two exams on one day which I worked out were the cumulation of about a years worth of work, but mostly because I shaved my beard. This was the first time in nearly a year that I had shaved, the last time being the  night before my prom as I felt my beard wouldn't go with my dress. It should be noted, for those who like to follow my facial hair happenings, that I haven't completely removed my facial hair as I have left a bit of a beard and all of my moustache, but more on that later.

      I will miss my beard, not because it made me look good (it didn't), but because it was fun to play with. You see the fact is everyone wants to play with their pubic hair because it's fun, but they can't. Then along came beards and people were all like "Wow, it's like pubic hair, for your face!" At least that's how I assume the beard came about. See, you can play with your beard and look wiser. If you try doing that with lower hair you'll end up in jail. But in the end I still decided that having what was frequently being described as a "bum beard", "hill-billy beard" and "just rather silly looking beard" wasn't worth it and probably wasn't making me look wiser anyway.

      So now I mostly just have a moustache, with a bit of a beard. I am quite happy with this and now plan to get some moustache wax to style it. The main problem I'm having is what style to go with, though I'm thinking probably I'll stick with a Dalí.

Style

Over time a person's style changes and I feel the best way to think about all the different styles you've had is by imagining them as though your life was a range of different Barbie dolls (interestingly I actually once made a picture where my face was on Barbie's, but I won't post it here to protect my identity. And my dignity). For me there's Casual Algar, Primary School Algar, Year 7 uniform Algar, Punk Algar, Bizarre Algar with 4 jackets and a tie on at once, Watched to much How I Met Your Mother and suited up Algar, Topless with crocs Algar, Tall Algar (well, that will come), Bad gym clothes Algar, Cross-dressing for prom Algar and my most recent and unfortunate edition, Hipster Algar. This latest incarnation started without me really noticing at first, as I bought a grey blazer from a charity shop. I then proceeded to buy several Bob Dylan CD's and talked about several obscure bands you haven't heard of. Just to clarify, I'm not one of the ridiculous neckerchief wearing, 40s pompadour sporting hipsters. I merely dabble in the end of being a slightly obnoxious jerk. With a grey blazer.