I've been noticing lately that I don't get as excited about things as I used to. Take for example this weekend. I went to Brekenridge for the weekend with my sister and our friend Gwen and Joey and Brian; lots of very cool people. It turned out to be sort of movie plot-esque funny with the water heater going out a lot and the breaker for the heater not staying on, funny antics like that along with alcohol and good friends, but when I got home and my roommate asked me how my weekend was, I just said "It was real good". That's It. What happened to the storyteller in me? What happened to the fun Mark from years past. Who killed him?
A phone conversation I just had with my sister: Mark: When's your birthday again? June 16th? Julie: Yeah. Mark: That's what I thought. That's comin' up here pretty soon, huh? Julie: Eeh... a couple months. Mark: Oh yeah. I always get May and March mixed up. Julie: [pause] that's sad.
Kinda tough to take a picture, but here's the bad haircut. Also, new mp3otw is up. This ones more country/freestyle, but thats good. From an article about Canada: It�s true that beer is a liquid icon to us. Born of a temperance movement that restricted the sale of hard liquor in beer parlours, beer now goes hand in hand with another great cultural icon, hockey.
I bought the Jason Mraz CD today. It is as good if not better than I thought it would be. Its kind of a John Mayer meets Jamiroquai. He uses some incredibly clever and fast lyrics on this up-beat album. I didn't realize until tonight (googling Jason Mraz) just how trl he is, but that's not really keeping me from liking the music like it often can. Anyhow, If you have some extra bucks, go pick up the album. Speaking of having some extra bucks, If you followed my instructions on February 4, 2003 (from this post), then you would have received your check for $13.86 like I just did. Ha! That's about enough money for a new CD, but I say screw 'em. Lets go spend the money on CD-R's instead. bastards. Post Script. Funny how below that post I had just gotten an awesome haircut, yet the haircut I got yesterday is the worst in a couple years.
I am officially off of the patch [nicotine, not birth control]. For 11 weeks, or 76 Days now I have not smoked a cigarette. The road has been fairly easy. Or at least, a lot easier than one anticipates it will be. I still probably have the once a day thought that It would be quite enjoyable to take a short visit to flavour country, but luckily that only lasts a few minutes. The only thing I see that is going to suck about this whole process is knowing that I will forever want to have a cigarette. I've talked with ex-smokers of 30 some years and they say they still want to smoke, but don't. I often daydream about getting cast in a movie for a small part that requires me to smoke. You see then its not my fault. Anyhow, I digress. I'm glad I quit and am proud of myself thusfar. I know it makes my family happy, and that makes me happy, so shove it. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "Bastian, call my name." [$5 bonus prize if you can answer the above plea]
I'm back from San Francisco a little tanner as well as a little gayer (I spontaneously ate a salad tonight). So the trip went really well, my sister and I just kinda kicked back and hung out all week. On Friday we went to Santa Cruz and watched some surfers. It ain't like in the movies, oh no.... theres like 200 surfers at one beach/bay area all jerking and contorting their paths as not to surf over their fellow surfers. Pretty cool though. I saw 'City of God' while I was there in a theatre that sat 25 people. Literally, it sat only 25 people. Once again, I'm not describing how many people were watching (about 10), I'm saying there was only 25 seats in this theatre. Anyhow, The movie was how I expected it to be: amazing. Very good movie your going to want to see at some point so that when your at a party chatting with that cute girl who you want to marry, and she asks you what you thought of City of God, you won't have to lie. We also went to a dumb bar-with-DJ type place where I was happily introduced to Chimay. Blue is better than red. I was also able to attend my first SF bar-b-que. "But mark, this is San Francisco we're talking about here, how do you have a bar-b-que? There are no yards let alone grassy areas." Answer: You put a grill on the fire escape just like everyone else. Flight was delayed, but it was cool cause I read a Stuff and a Wired. Hope your week went well. If your going on spring break, be sure to tell us what your doing in the comments, hombre.
Hello world. I am on my last and final spring break of my life now, which is not unlike the last bowl of fruity pebbles; its good stuff, but after this, there's no more. I will once again be visiting my sister out in San Francisco. They'll have to try even harder this year to convert me to gay, as I have learned some good hetro skills, namely this "metro-sexual" skill. This is where you are gay in some respects, but not as to be all the way gay. Nevermind, metrosexual is a stupid idea. So I'll be having fun in Cali all this week. I got my phone fixed, but I'll be out of town all week, and my car gets fixed the night before I leave. I also just realized how much I suck at blogging. Go read someone else's page. -=MovieQuoteoftheDay=- "Hey, I was wondering, have you seen my address book? It's denim, says 'Hang Loose' on it, with a picture of a kitten."
 
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