3:16, actually. AM!
Here am I again, like 4 minutes or 5 minutes later.
Submission!
Now to fertilise the hops.
No, trilarious is odd. Get it right!
I liked it, Czanthor. I liked it.
Bilarious, even.
An immoral attempt to bring back the depression, old buddy.
For the last time, no it isn't and your timezone sucks!
I'm going to try and be entirely honest here. Czanthor never had a chance to post a picture up on here, so I'm going to take this as the next best thing. There might be a bit of exaggeration involved, but I'm trying to make this as honest as I can. If there ever were a peak of human physical condition, George would most certainly not be it, or even anywhere near it, for that matter. He was short for his age, around 5'6'' or so, and somewhat underweight. Fortunately for him these two factors combined to make him a fairly-well proportioned individual, albeit one that looked younger than his years might suggest. His face was fairly average as well. Dark brown eyes, a clear complexion (blemished by one or two spots) and otherwise rather normal features made him a quite unassuming individual. The only noticeable feature was the boy's hair, which was the only physical part of himself he was fully satisfied with. When cut short it was a neat, light brown style, but as it grew dramatic changes occured. The volume of hair would cause the overall colour to appear much darker, and the increased length allowed it to be styled extensively, either swept across the forehead or arranged in an unruly fashion to accentuate the wilder side of his personality. There were in fact two sides to the boy's personality. He could be quiet and awkward one minute, and then loud and extroverted the next. At times he may have seemed unhappy, almost depressed, but in the right company he became quite an excited individual, always ready with a joke or a new topic of conversation. As a result he tended to shy away from large social occasions, but would like nothing more than to spent hours with a few close friends. They could tell each other anecdotes, or enter deep discussion about literature or music. It didn't really matter to George, since being in their company was all that mattered. Getting lost in conversation was one of life's greatest thrills, and it was times like these that George lived for. A photograph would do a much better job, of course, but until that opportunity arises, this is all I can do.
