So i'm amazed

I'm always amazed what people say, when they should probably just keep thier mouths shut.

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So she's coming.

My ex "M" is coming to visit in August. We had talked about it for a while but she finally bought the tickets today. I'm sure that I'll become more nervous as the time draws closer. I've been doing okay. Been dealing with classes, and been busy as hell because of it. As i've said i'm taking the condensed version of already condensed classes, but I just got through my gov class, and I'm willing to bet that I got a "A" in it. That's always a nice surprise for me. The guitar is coming along nicly as well. I just wanted to post a short blog so that anyone that ever checks knows that I'm still around.

Mister Marcus

Mister Marcus 

I once thought about selling my soul to the devil

He offered a Snickers bar, but he wouldn't spring for the soda, SO NO DEAL.

Mister Marcus

My beliefs?

My beliefs? I belive in my self.

Mister Marcus

So here I am

It's kinda like midterm week, I'm taking 12 summer credit hours... I'm insane. Three of them are 5.5 week classes. I'm burning through school work and brain cells at an alarming rate. I'm afraid that my blog is not as interesting cause I don't have overt pains or many hardships to share. So I'm going to share some of my darkest secrets.

I'm having trouble excaping from nazi occupied french casablanca.

I've had a dark documentuary made about my sled.

I like reeces pieces, and don't know if elliot can get me home.

The northern army is burning down my plantation.

I accidently made a wish at christmas and now I don't exist.

There's a shark eating people in town.

A giant ape kidnapped me last week, and carried me up the Empire state building.

There was someone outside of my shower curtain this morning with a knife.

My uncle won't let me leave the water farm to become a pilot.

Me and my sharks just had a rumble with the jets.

The wicked witch just sent her flying monkeys after me.

Me and Butch are stuck inside a building with the Mexican army outside.

Some guy just strapped me to a chair and is making me watch movies with the intent to curb my anti social tendencies.

There's a poultergeist in my house, and i'm stuck in the TV.

The stupid Capulets won't let me date thier daughter.

I'm stuck in prision for a crime i didn't commit, along with an elderly black man, and I'm planning on escaping and taking the wardens money.

Someone tried to kill my foster dad, and my brother Sonny, who was always beating people up, was just shot at a toll booth.

Me and the Von Trapps are having trouble singing.

Everytime I lie, my nose get's bigger.

I'm stuck on a spaceship with ravenous creatures with acid blood trying to kill me and my friends.

The city is sueing me over some huge marshmallow man that's not my fault.

I'm being chased by a maniacal machine from the future that can change shapes.

I'm a replicant and they are trying to use me for slave labor.

Me and my partner just shot a man in the head in our back seat.

I've been dragged to New York by an blind guy I was supposed to be watching, and I'm in troulbe at school.

I was just appointed a deputy to a black guy that was only put in office to die. That and Mongo's in town.

My plane if flying into the sun

Me and my band were playing the other night, one guy got stuck in a crystal, and stonehenge was 14 inches tall.

I keep having to play Groundhogs day over and over

Dean Wermer just shut down my frat.

I wished on a carnival machine and I aged several years, now I'm stuck working creating toys.

Someone just killed my friend in Detroit, and now I'm in Beverly Hills trying to find his murderer.

The gopher keeps tearing up my favorite golf course.

I just left my family as a "poor black child", I can't hold down a job, including a carnival, and everyone calls me, "idiot" or something like that.

I've just been busted down to a single "A" ball team, and my pitcher can't throw a straight pitch. The women are crazy too.

I'm stuck in Vietnam, with a crazy DJ, and I keep starting the car when it's already started.

There, now I feel fullfilled, I hope that reading about my anguish and pain will make my blog more interesting. I wanted to give you all more insight to my inner most workings. If anyone has any suggestions, please please please, feel free to suggest how I can turn my life or danger, debauchery, pain, suffering, warish, mafiosa, baseball playing, golf club swinging, inprisioned, evil animal facing, ghost fighting, alien ways. Remember, all of these pains I face are entirely original and faced by me alone.

Thank you.

Mister Marcus

Real men wear pink

I've added some links to the side. These are two braclets that I wear every day. One is the yellow, LiveStrong bracelet, and the pink one is to support women with breast cancer, and to support breast cancer awareness. Beware when you search for bracelets, cause almost all real bracelets are one dollar, some you can get from real .orgs that may cost a bit more, but that's cause all the profit goes to them. I find it deplorable for those assholes that buy a bunch, then jack up the price to make a profit. I'd like to bust thier knees. Make sure your money goes to a real organization.

This is a personal support post not intended to tell you what to think, or make you better, or wax philisophical as earlier promised that I wouldn't. Personally, I think men should do more to support our women during, through, and in awareness of Breast Cancer. Women, even though they've only put me through hell and back, and have done nothing but destroy my life, are in my mind, the greatest gift bestowed upon this world by whatever God you believe. I believe in keeping em healthy, and in supporting those that have survived cancer, and especially those that have had to have surgery due to cancer. This next comment is my belief, and my belief only, and I apologize for how crude it sounds. How would you guys feel if you had to half your dick cut off. Wouldn't it be nice to know that the one who's opinion you cared most about still thought you attractive and sexy?

Before you think that I'm standing on a soapbox, I would like to say I've never had a family member, or friend diagnosed with Breast Cancer, Thank the Gods. My heart goes out to those that have. Again this is only my opinion, with no intention to make anyone better.

I sport several tattoos, 6 earrings, Harley Biker boots, faded worn jeans, a beat up Harley hat, with my ragged goatee and mustache, and always my pink bracelet for those that I love, and those that have suffered. I have no concern of what those who see this think of me.

Real men wear Pink.

Mister Marcus

So a guy walks into a Catholic Church

Hey, what's up all, how you all doing. I've been a busy, busy man. Been cleaning, organizing, shopping, looking into job prospects, doing homework, and dancing. Actually I lied about that, I don't dance. I know my music though. I don't have much to say, but I wanted to say to anyone going through rough times, to keep your head up, it get's better. That goes for everyone in general but there's a couple of you who i've posted too, (you know who you are), that I would love to leave a "comment" of that sorts too, but i sometimes worry that it sounds so damn phony, insulting, and condescending when they read your typings, and immediatly just say the exact oppisite of your feelings. So, I'm trying not to be an ass here. I'll post it on mine, and you all can choose for yourself wether or not to read, or care for that matter.

I was going to initially start this with a Catholic Priest joke, but I don't think that I need that kind of trouble, and that kind of people ranting and raving at me tonight, maybe tomorrow. Besides the anticipation is almost as great as getting the goods.

Tonight I'm also going to come clean. I have something to admit, I've become a diehard Willie Nelson, and Johnny Cash fan. What the hell has happened to music? What the hell happened to outlaw musicians? Is there a musician out there that can carry a candle to these two? Having a slow ballad about life doesn't make you half as soulful as Willy. Carrying a pistol in your saggy pants doesn't make you a quarter as tough as Cash. Where have all our heroes gone? If I could tell any musician what thier music means to me, thank them, and then buy them a beer it would be these two. So I'll do what I can, where I can, with what I have.

So here it goes. Thank you both. Very much.

I feel much better having that out now. Where have all the Anyone that doesn't like that, probably wouldn't like the Catholic joke either, so maybe your on the wrong site.

Mister Marcus

P.S. Check out the Postsecret link, there's some good stuff right there.

I would like to thank those who left comments

Hey all, I would like to thank Andy and Seth for leaving comments. Comments are truly appriciated here, and it makes it exciting to come back to my page. I find it exceptionally amusing that everyone is surprised that I'm not a kid, or acknowledges that fact that I'm just not grown up. It makes me wonder is it cause I'm immature, or just not that deep. I was just hoping it's cause I've learned not to take my self to seriously, maybe that's just the romantic in me. (Semi-Casablanca quote for those that missed it) I've been through a lot, and been in a lot of trouble, and just gotten my life back on track, so missing a due date for a paper at school or spilling the milk doesn't seem so crushing. I again would like to thank Forbinga, and Paper Rose, and I truly appriciate the comments. Keep 'em coming if you enjoy the writings.

Remember to keep tuning in for "hopefully" amusing, rarly compelling, usually mistyped, completly inane ranting and ravings of a illiterate lunatic. Same bat time, same bat channel.

Mister Marcus

P.S. I have to be willing to not take myself seriously, cause It's really important to do the same things that the poplular kids are doing.

P.P.S That's so they will never expect it when you sneak up behind them with a hammer.

I've been away for a little bit.

I've been away for a little bit, just like the tittle says. I haven't written in my blog since last Thursday, my birthday I believe. I've been really busy with school, and spending my extra time learning to play the guitar. I'm picking it up rather quickly, most likly due to the fact that I've played music before. I used to play Baritone and Trumpet. Yea yea yea, I was in band. At least it's helping me out now. I've been doing well in school as well, and that's a first. It's a weird feeling to show up more than 50% of the time, and always have your homework done. I'm excited about this. I still haven't really met anyone around here to hang out with, nor have I met any women, and to top it off, I'm jobless. Right now I'm concentrating on making myself a better person. That's going well. Alas, all this leaves me with time to burn, thus leading to getting my homework done and time to do the things I want.

Interestingly enough, I talked to "M" the other day, well actually almost everyday. She's going to attempt to come and visit in August. She's already requested to take the days off. I think she's getting kinda of wierded out by the whole thing. Some days she talks to me about how excited she is to see me, and some days, it's whether or not I'm serious "That I wouldn't be upset about her dating someone, where she's at." It's kinda awkward to leave a conversation off on that, and I don't know quite how to take it.

Tonight she talked about whether it's possible to get together, "Without expectations." Don't worry kiddies, it's not that she's trying to tell me that she's avoiding our past relationship, hell she hasn't bought the tickets, so if that was the case, then I probably wouldn't see her at all. I think it's cause we haven't seen each other in 6 years or so. I think she' really want's to be able to make a rational decision about our future when she visits, whether it's a future apart, or a future together, as more than friends, less than friends, or just friends. I think she want's to find anwsers, and she doesn't want those anwsers hindered by our past. See, now me.... I want a beer.

Mister Marcus

The nice thing about my wishes, is it's much easier to keep wishing your wishes when you don't forget to enjoy the small ones. Don't get me wrong, Dream away, and Dream big, but don't forget to enjoy it when ANY of them true. Don't take anything for granted.

So today was my birthday.

So, today was my birthday, and I got a guitar. I got some tableture and some music to learn how to play. It's a real nice Yamaha, and it's something that i've been wanting for a while. I also got a book on Marcus Aurelius. I can dig it, it was a good birthday.

Mister Marcus

So, who's there.

Person one: Knock, Knock

Person two: Who's there?

Person one: It's me.

Person two: Me who?

Person one: (opens door and punches person two in the face.) Don't argue with me.

Not funny? screw you. I'm sure Ely finds it funny.

So it's my birthday

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, it's my bithday

So tomorrow's my birthday

So, read the tittle. I'll be 25.

Mister Marcus