Passport-stache

I’m tired y’all.

The lesson today was extremely laid back, we didn’t do anything strenuous at all actually. In total contrast, work today was very hectic. My boss called me in early, so I worked from 3 to 9 and there was a ton of people in the store the whole time. I guess people don’t give a fuck about the financial crisis – when the paycheck drops in they still want to get their shop on.

I’m skipping class tomorrow morning. Well, not really, I’m not that rebellious, although I sometimes like to think that I am. I kind of picture myself somewhat like James Dean in Young Rebel – ready to hop on my bike and ride away with neither a plan nor destination.

Sidetracked a bit there, my apologies. The truth of the matter is that I do not have a valid passport. It might be the first time in my life. Actually, that is pretty rebellious. No ID, no home, no purpose in life. Carried away, again I’m sorry. My mind strays. Anyhow, I have to get a new passport and I thought it is best to get it over with as soon as possible. Tomorrow at 09.00 I will be waiting by the door at the po-po’s office.

I just realized – for the next five years I will have a mustache on my passport picture. Sweet.