You Can Judge A Book By Its Cover

It was very easy to see, from appearance alone, that I was a nerdy or geeky kid. Most of it before the age of 12 was not solely my fault as mothers have a lot to do with how their children dress up until that age. My mother was a very cool mother in my eyes and still is to this day. She loves bands like Metallica and Tool and Pearl Jam. Its so amazing to have a mom who loves Tool! When it came to the clothes she picked out for me in my younger years however, she was not exactly deft at choosing them for me. Sometimes she allowed me to choose for myself but that opportunity was usually squandered when I would do things like pick out purple Hammer Pants instead of a nice comfortable pair of jeans. I was usually dressed in pants that were too tight and a little too short in length, since we were fairly poor my black pants were generally faded to grey, and my socks had a lot of holes in them. When I see my old school pictures I can not believe my mother sent me to school with the hair styles she gave me either! My first grade photo looks like I was stood in front of the world's strongest fan for hours and never attempted to re-mat my hair down to my head. It is a disgrace that I was sent to school looking like that! But I forgive my mother completely as she was a very young mother who was doing it completely on her own due to the original owner of the sperm cell that created me leaving when my mom became 16 and pregnant. HA, she's like an MTV show! So with my mother giving me ridiculous hair styles and choosing geeky clothing or letting me choose horrifying clothing and being about four inches under average in height and about twenty pounds under average in weight; it was plain as day that the cover of this book read: "William Paul Vandegrift, the Geek". Oh and mom....I forgive you for any mistakes you made raising me by yourself, and their were not many at all, but that day I went to school with just a winter bomber jacket and no shirt on under it is NOT BEING FORGIVEN!!!!