.come, join me.   
04:48pm 05/07/2004
 
mood: mellow
music: Friends - Season 5, Episode 1
well, i guess it's true that all good things must end. so, i too, am leaving the love shack. my life in posting form, however, shall not die but has been reborn at:

www.livejournal.com/~falling_d0wn

as with others who have recently made a change, i'm not sure of the reasoning behind leaving blurty. but, please, stop by livejournal sometime and read the happenings of my exciting life.

signing off.

Jarrod....

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(.the frailty of words.)

 
.my final update.   
04:36am 26/06/2004
 
mood: determined
music: Demon Hunter - Our Faces Fall Apart
i'm leaving this place. it's not the same anymore, there was a driving concept behind this journal (to have fun and play around as an apt) and stuff has changed. most notably, marcus (from whom we got our namesake) is gone, ben never posts, and jarrod posts about once every week or two.

so i'm leaving. i have a LJ now, that you can frequent if you wish to keep up with my life. and i'll continue to check here.

sometimes changes in life require changes across the board. this is a fresh start, a clean slate, a new beginning.

so if you'll excuse me, i'm gone.

MARC

www.livejournal.com/~yourownzero

i built this anguish with my own hands
i felt the pain inside my heart
i built this anguish with my own hands
i watched our faces fall apart

i felt the tears of all your angels, so cold
i saw the fall of all your children, so cold

 
     

(.the frailty of words.)

 
xxpoetrycorexx   
04:41am 24/06/2004
 
mood: contemplative
music: Moby - Natural Blues (video)
Tonight the Skies are Burning

I've never seen the Northern Lights.
Not in person,
But I'm sure they're lit tonight.

In pictures, I see the grand arcs
glowing green and red,
two lovers tied together through the heavens,
straining to reach each other.

And when they find each other
love lights the galaxy.

Here, alone, I'm looking up at the night sky,
wishing I had a camera.
I'd hold the shutter open
for you to see it all:
Diana dancing with the stars.
To rope in the moon
so you could keep it in your pocket.

And I've never seen the Northern Lights,
but I know,
tonight the skies are burning.

|\/|
 
     

(.the frailty of words.)

 
.still in existence.   
05:43pm 22/06/2004
 
mood: accomplished
music: Haste the Day - American Love
Well, not too much goin on. I felt like posting, but there's no real purpose in it. Stuff that's happened recently:


  • Demon Hunter/Dead Poetic/Haste the Day concert - awesome, just like I expected it to be. I got kicked offstage when I got on and sang half of the chorus to "Our Faces Fall Apart." I took a bunch of pictures, you can go to image station to see them, but you'll need to create a login name. (It's free, and they won't spam you, I promise).
  • I got all the wallpaper off of my walls. Well, technically there's a very little bit left, but it'll come down real soon.
  • I've got another soccer game tonight. Should be awesome.
  • Hung out with Peter/Sam/Josh and played Halo last night. I won a Slayer match in Battle Creek...freakin amazing.
  • I started playing Gunbound again...so cool.

    That's pretty much what's been going on. I'm still out of sync, and recovery is a four-letter word that takes too long. But I know God's gonna grow me through it, and I need that.

    MARC

    i never should have let you go
    i never should have let you slip through my arms
 
     

(.the frailty of words.)

 
'emo' doesn't even begin to describe it...   
01:41am 20/06/2004
 
mood: depressed
music: Underoath - Down, Set, Go
I can't help but wonder if there was something I could have done that would have prevented everything from ... is falling apart the right word? I don't think so. I can't help but wonder if somewhere I screwed something up and that's when God decided "Well Marc, you blew it." And that's when it all got taken. Letting go is the hardest thing in the world. I wish I understood.

MARC

i had the whole world in my hands but i gave it away...
 
     

(1 broken heart | .the frailty of words.)

 
.i ache.   
03:08am 18/06/2004
 
mood: sore
music: Rhubarb - Zero
in multiple places, for multiple reasons.
    places marc hurts
  • upper legs & feet - sore from running/crouching during the airsoft battles
  • right shoulder - sore from hunching over in front of my screen
  • right elbow - sore from throwing with david and bryce at the game today


that's it, at least physically. the airsoft war was excellent, with plastic pellets flying everywhere, getting shot up, shooting other people, and having a lot of fun (sorry bout the beatdown, david...i overreacted but it didn't seem fair)

the game tonight was hard fought and a close loss. the team's getting better, they're playing pretty solid...just have to crack down on the errors and the strikeouts.

demon hunter/dead poetic/haste the day show sunday = awesome. i'm practically peeing my pants in excitement waiting for it.

doubleheader saturday morning = very cool (a little early for me, but meh...oh well). i get to coach first again.

tomorrow = indoor soccer (yay, i get to inflict pain upon myself again!) should be very fun. plus, my aunt and uncle are coming in, so maybe they'll come to the game.

until next time,
yourownzero (M)

UCAUTION
IN THE INTEREST OF SAFETY IT IS ADVISABLE TO KEEP YOUROWNZERO AWAY FROM FIRE AND FLAMES.

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nothing changes after zero
everyday is my tomorrow
 
     

(.the frailty of words.)

 
a real update for you   
02:47pm 16/06/2004
 
mood: content
music: Underoath - It's Dangerous Business Just Walking Out ...
i guess i owe you a real update about what's going on. well, i don't really owe you anything, but i'm willing to post.

saturday i got up and went to baseball practice where i had a lot of fun helping out. then i had to come home and shower, go to mr. casey's bbq and put in a vote for him, come home and change, then go to amber's wedding. it was really nice, and i took a bunch of pictures. i gave my congratulations and best wishes, then took off for home, to change (again!!) and grab stuff for the weekend. i drove all the way to the lakehouse, 150 miles in an hour and 45 mins. i hung out there for a while with people, talked with elizabeth (we're no longer together...long story on my end...if you really have to know IM me). then daniel and i headed back to college station. on the way out on the dirt road i fishtailed, lost control, and nearly went straight into a ditch. luckily we stopped right on the brink. we laughed our asses off, then kept going. saturday night i hung out with daniel and jarrod, and stayed up way too late, as usual.

sunday i slept through sunday school and church (hey, i was up till 4, give me a break), but i was up in time to hang around and goof off for most of the day. not only did i go to worship, but i got to play guitar too. i miss that. and after worship i went with jarrod to poking you, where i got my rings changed out, and nearly bought some cool hematite plugs. then we hung out and had fun, talked, and got mickey d's.

monday i woke up at 11:30, jarrod left at 1. i got lunch with daniel, then he left at 2. i hung around the apt putting up posters for two hours, then went back to wesley. got jin's with jenn, went to movie bible study and tolerated mona lisa smile (two words = maggie gyllenhaal), watched run lola run with jenn and alan (good stuff), then went to mickey d's and got my shake, drove home at 3 in the morning...you know that story.

tuesday started working on my walls (the wallpaper is coming down today). david was supposed to have a doubleheader, but it got rained out, so we practiced a little, then went to our meeting for mexico, then i came home and was my pathetic loser self.

that's it.

marc

i wash my heart with tears of hope
 
     

(1 broken heart | .the frailty of words.)

 
i'm home!   
04:35pm 15/06/2004
 
mood: artistic
music: Project 86 - Breakdown in 3/4
well, really, i've been home for a while now. about 12 hours, to be precise. after i left wesley at 2 am, i went to mickey d's and grabbed a shake, which energized me. this turned into me essentially packing up stuff pretty quick and driving home in the dark (i love driving at night when no one's on the road). so i left college station at around 2:45 and got into sugar land at about 4:25. i walked upstairs and fell asleep in my bed, and woke up around 10:30 to the quaint morning sounds of....VACUUMING! damn, i forgot the cleaning ladies were coming today. oh well, that prompted me to get up and get more stuff done in my room. so now, i have to go to david's doubleheader (baseball rules!).

this is the sound that drives you to deny
these are the words that remind you we're alive
this is the voice that haunts you in your sleep
outdated forgotten we're yesterday's obsolete
 
     

(.the frailty of words.)

 
.i can be your zero.   
01:58am 12/06/2004
 
mood: disappointed
music: Canterbury Effect - Every Piece of Me
I can't make sense of this feeling in my heart
I can't make sense of these thoughts behind my eyes
Of this feeling in my heart


This sums up about how I feel right now. About as emo as they come. And as much as I hate saying "I feel unsure/uncertain about how things are gonna work out," I really don't know. I mean, I still haven't found a job (so it looks like that's not happening at all), which means my dad will be unhappy about that. I'm still sleeping in way too much, I'm still out of shape, and I'm not making progress on my room. I feel like I'm experiencing half of each day, or less, and that I missing out on everything. I want to get up early, I want to be productive, I want to have a job, I want to do everything I'm not doing.

What did I do today? Saw Saved! and coached my bro's baseball game. Other than those two things, I didn't do much all day. Which is 1) depressing and 2) not enough to satisfy me for the day. It means that I'm staying up till anywhere from 2-4 am, sleeping until 10-1, and missing out on all of the crap I'm hoping that I could do.

Tomorrow's the lake party, which ought to be a day full of rest and relaxation. Instead, I'm going to be running around like a squirrel that can't decide if he wants to cross the road. And at some point I'm afraid I'll get nailed by a car. I have to get up early to take the cars to get washed, then I've got baseball practice to attend from 10-11:30 (which I'll have to shower after), then go make an appearance at Mr. Casey's bbq / election party. I'll need to get home and change for Amber's wedding, which is at 2, then as soon as the ceremony is done, I'm gonna change again and drive for 2 hours up to the lake, with maybe a quick stop in CS beforehand. It all has me very stressed. I hate it.

For some reason, I don't think I'm going to get very much sleep tonight.

I want to rip this heart right out of my chest.
I want everyone to see what's inside of me.
I want to show it every day, I mean everything I say
Want to show you everything, every piece of me.

I want to bleed right now.
Everything inside of me for you to see.
I want to bleed right now.
Everything inside of me for you to see.



blessed are the weak, for they have been given emo.

M.
 
     

(.the frailty of words.)

 
.and the war continues.   
12:22am 12/06/2004
 
mood: distressed
music: The Matchbook Romance - The Greatest Fall (Of All Time)
"i looked at my hands. i was holding onto the steering wheel so tightly, all my knuckles were shiny points of white, and my blinker was on, CLICK-click, CLICK-click, CLICK-click, so certain, so plain, so clear, and yet, for all its mechanical conviction, blinking me in the wrong direction." House of Leaves, p. 118

i think i've come to the conclusion that my life is a paradox of wasted time perpetuated only by my magnificient ability to waste time. and i think i came about this ability by being a waste myself. just another pattern in my life, i guess. speaking of patterns, i've gotten into this pattern of driving back and forth between duncanville and college station every few days because i've had to practice with our praise band at home for UM Army in a few weeks then come back and play for worship here on sundays. and, because i drive so much, i am proposing that they, whoever they are, put some roadside entertainment on highway 6. something i can enjoy while i'm coming and going because i've found myself, at times, just staring, straight ahead at nothing. no focusing on anything, not listening to my music...just thinking. and that's of course when the emotions kick in, and the head and the heart start bickering. it got so bad at one point, i stopped my car on the side of the road, got out, kicked the door, and then threw up. how's that for a fun drive? other than the emotions and battles that plague my everyday life, i can't even seem to find a faith within myself. i haven't prayed in days, or weeks, i don't even know. and, i constantly find myself sitting on my balcony saying, "wow, i haven't prayed in days, or weeks, i don't even know. and i haven't read my bible either. maybe i should do that..." but does anything happen? yep, you guessed it...not a damn thing happenes. i just continue on with my life which isn't mine to begin with. i just don't understand anything at all right now. i feel lost in a place i'm so familiar to. none of this is making any sense i bet, but thats the way things are. and, to top everything off, i still can't sleep. what sleep i get usually includes lying down at 6 in the morning only to wake up at 7 to turn over, stare at the wall, and not go back to sleep til 8, at which point i wake up at 8:30 to toss, turn and continue my sleepless, restless cycle. and it's not that i can't sleep, it's that every time i try, i get all these images and memories that infect my mind. memories that bring back all the emotions i can possibly feel. and after i go through all the memories, my heart starts in with its rambling and my head, seeing the opportunity for a fight, joins in. and at this time, too many thoughts have come into my mind so i begin thinking about everything i've thought about before, all while my heart and mind add their own color commentary. so i get up, night after night and roam around places i don't know but have so commonly seen. a town i live in, but can't find a home. i've lost all sense of what i'm talking about. maybe i can find hope somewhere else...

and now, subliminal rock lyrics in italics! yay!!

Three sleepless nights
This isn't how its supposed to be
But you are so good at taking your time
To get back to me.
I will wait for you forever,
If you would just ask me.
I thought that i could change you
But you changed me.
It doesn't feel right
Holding someone else's hand.
Together on phone line
And living at two opposite ends.
It scares me to think that you could find takers other than me and better than me,
But you're head is elsewhere, and i'm talking enough for both of us.
When will you see it's not so easy for me
And i'm eaten alive by what i hold inside.
All the things that i live with i can't easily hide
And i'm left here with nothing, nothing to live for
But you.
And although my hands are shaking
I lie perfectly still
Cause i'm determined to let myself sink down.
I know i'm buried too far down
To feel the warmth from the sun again.
Cause i'm broken when i'm open.
And i don't feel like i am strong enough.
Cause i'm broken when i'm lonesome.
And i don't feel right when youre gone away.
Can a song replace a broken heart?
Can a song replace broken love?
No.
So, i remind myself
That holding hands is so powerless.
Tonight, i don't even have the stars
To hold onto.



it's been 23 days.
i'm still sorry for this.
for everything.

J.
 
     

(3 broken hearts | .the frailty of words.)

 
survey time   
12:29am 06/06/2004
 
mood: bored
music: ZAO - Praise the War Machine
Your Life_______

[x] name: Marc
[x] sex: male
[x] occupation: student
[x] favorite people: my family/friends
[x] favorite place to be: my apt/wesley/church
[x] favorite color(s): blue, red
[x] three main interests: music, movies, being a dork
[x] your house is: in sugar land, bordering oyster creek
[x] describe yourself in four words: dork, freckled, computer literate
[x] job: UNEMPLOYED!!!

_______Rewind_______

[x] most memorable memory: catch with my dad
[x] worst: waking up in a hospital bed/ambulance
[x] favorite word of all time: indeed
[x] first best friend ever: thomas...wow, i wonder where he is

_______Love?_______

[x] love is: all you need...well, that and jesus
[x] are you in love: i don't think so
[x] love or lust?: love
[x] when love hurts, you: re-think it
[x] true or false: all you need is love: see up
[x] is there such thing as love at first sight?: no
[x] if someone fucks you over, you: are bitter...really really bitter


_______Opposite Sex_______
[x] turn ons: intelligence, respect for oneself, eyes, good sense of humor.. someone that can make anything fun
[x] your parent's opinion on your bf/gf matter to you?: yes
[x] the sweetest thing a member of the opposite sex can do for you?: be a good friend.
[x] tall or short: medium
[x] looks or smarts: smarts
[x] are you the type of person to HOLLA and ask for numbers?: what? no!

_______Picky Picky_______
[x] best pets: cats
[x] short or long hair: medium to long
[x] sunshine or rain: sun[x] ink or piercings: both
[x] hugs or kisses: both
[x] straight edge or druggy: no drugs
[x] favorite drink: orange soda
[x] snail mail or e-mails: mail of any kind is superb
[x] playstation or nintendo: nintendo
[x] car or skateboard: if i could skate.. i'd be all about skateboards
[x] best place for a photo shoot: anywhere that provides artistic opportunity...real opportunity
[x] sing or dance: eh??

_______Lately_______
[x] how are you today? a little sore
[x] what pants are you wearing right now? old navy dark blue jeans
[x] What shirt are you wearing right now? mighty mouse ringer that hot topic used to carry
[x] what does your hair look like at the moment? studly
[x] what song are you listening to right now? NEW ZAO!!!
[x] last dream you can remember? last night i dreamed that i was hired by coke to assassinate the CEO of pepsi...not really, but it would have been fun
[x] who are you talking to right now? alicia
[x] what time is it? 12:20

_______More About YOU!_______
[x] what are the last four digits of your phone number? home:1481 cell:2304
[x] if you were a crayon, what colors would you be? indian red
[x] ever OD'd? nope.. drugs are the devil
[x] what's the next CD you are going to buy? UNDEROATH - They're Only Chasing Safety
[x] what's the last drug you took? depakote
[x] what's the best advice ever given to you? keep it in your pants
[x] what's the stupidest thing you have ever done? i do a lot of stupid stuff
[x] how many kids do you want to have? 2/3
[x] plan on getting married? yes
[x] what are you most scared of? that i might have screwed up before
[x] how many TV's do you have in your house? SL: 4 CS: 1
[x] vegan, veggie or carnivoreeee: CARNIVORE!
[x] have you ever broken/sprained/fractured a bone? yes
[x] who do you dream about?: random crap
[x] who do you tell your dreams to? my LJ...haha, jk. i write them down sometimes
[x] your significant other is: Elizabeth
[x] your parents are: Eric and Susan
[x] your body type is: dunno
[x] eyes: brown
[x] skin color: not quite tanned
[x] in school: not for the summer
[x] prejudices: annoying people
[x] pet peeves: people with poor grammar, people that go back on what they say


i'm bored...save me.

ALERT! marc's new SN = yourownzero
 
     

(4 broken hearts | .the frailty of words.)

 
yarrr   
03:02am 04/06/2004
 
mood: enthralled
music: ZAO - The Funeral of God (new cd baby!!)
*is downloading the yet-to-be-released cds from underoath, zao, pillar, and more*

i'm such a pirate. oh well. and the new ZAO is off the hook...if there ever was a hook to be upon. thank god for IRC and awesome people!

\m/arc
 
     

(2 broken hearts | .the frailty of words.)

 
blessings come in mixed bags...   
11:29pm 01/06/2004
 
mood: lonely
mason is gone. forever. and it hurts. at least he's not suffering anymore.

marc
 
     

(1 broken heart | .the frailty of words.)

 
ugh...is it morning already?   
11:48am 01/06/2004
 
mood: awake
music: Emery - Walls
wow, i'm tired. oh well. it's almost noon and i'm awake now. yesterday was fun, went to alicia's and helped her assemble devotional journals for their mexico trip. fun was had by all, as we ordered stuffed crust pizza and chinese take-out, and we watched short circuit. that movie is so freakin awesome.
"What if he goes out and blows up a bus full of nuns? How'd you like to write the headline on that one?"
"Nun Soup?"

hahahahaha....i laughed so hard at that movie. plus, i rented bubba ho-tep, which i'll watch in the next couple days. it's supposed to be awesome, so we'll see. (bruce campbell plays an old "Elvis" in a nursing home...and there's an old black "JFK" too)

today i get to go stand up and talk in front of a bunch of people all about why i love wesley and the impact it's made on my life. then i get free dinner. max and ross will be there, so i'll have fun guys to hang out with.

oh, and adam might have found me a job. he just called me and said they fired someone this morning. so i might be working at sam's club this summer, working rotisserie. mmm, chicken. chicken at 8 bucks/hour. i think i can handle it. it means i'm gonna have to start obeying my alarm clock though. darn. alright, i better get cleaned up.

marc

these knuckles break before they bleed
 
     

(.the frailty of words.)

 
what the hell happened here?   
01:22am 30/05/2004
 
mood: bored
music: Requiem for a Dream Soundtrack
i'm bored, so i changed stuff around...sue me.
m
 
     

(.the frailty of words.)

 
i am the clay   
12:47am 30/05/2004
 
mood: hopeful
music: Relient K - Those Words Are Not Enough
no matter how good i think stuff is going, there's never a point where i am beyond god's reach for him to smack me upside the head. and as such the case is, i'm learning again. learning where i thought i knew everything. learning that you can be in the same small room for years and still not know every detail as well as you thought. learning that sometimes you have to start a fire before you realize that you can burn yourself. and i've come to the conclusion that i'm selfish, and i'm a bastard. everything i do, no matter how good my intentions are, always seems to be me favoring the situation towards myself. and i hate me for it. but it's not the first time i've found myself at this destination. and i've said countless times before, i'm going to change. i'm going to have something other than ulterior motives in mind, i'm going to live my life to please god and others before i even think about myself. and i fail. i've failed a jillion times. so no, i will not be attending summer school at A&M in july. instead, i will be sitting at home, plying my trade at odd jobs, painting my room, and going to mexico with my youth group. because i need it. i need to wear myself out to the point of brokenness again, i need to pour myself out for others, i need that close fellowship that seems to come when you are most exhausted. i need to sit out on the rooftop and look into the dark sky and see god's stars shining down on me as i sing praises of his glorious name. my life can wait. i'm not the one with the grand design. if i were to enter a design competition against god, his meekest effort would blow my strongest out of the water. so i'm learning again. i'm learning that it's time for me to quit looking for salvation in my mirror.

marc

p.s. - highly recommended reading = Simplicity by Mark Salomon

I lay my life before you, and I'm not getting up
Father, how I adore You
those words are not enough
 
     

(.the frailty of words.)

 
.of thoughts and emotions.   
05:56am 29/05/2004
 
mood: indescribable
music: Frou Frou - Let Go
from the "photoshoot" aka boredom:


well…apparently, stuff has happened since my last post. school ended for the summer. i saw movies and got some cds. Friends ended. rearranged the apartment. started exercising and quit the next day. got a new keyboard and mouse. and a new razor. gas prices also went up. etc upon etc.
ya know, i don’t even remember what my last post was about. i imagine things were happier, or better, depending on the narrator. well, at the moment, 5:37 am on yet another sleepless night to be precise, i’m just….i don’t even know what i am right now. i really just don’t know what i feel and i don’t really know why or what to do. guess life is just back to normal. honestly, i’ve just been hit with a constant whirlwind of emotions lately, and i somehow seem to feel frustrated, angry, sad, happy, hopeful, depressed, comforted and confused all at once. it’s like i know tomorrow will come, but i keep getting lost on the way. and now, it feels like i’m back to fighting my inner battles, just for a different cause this time around. a battle where my heart and my head can’t line up and agree on anything. they constantly fight now and argue with one another. my head just wants to work things out and make sense of the pieces in my life, but my heart seems to know what’s already right. i guess my head has seen the past but my heart can see the future. and i don’t know who to side with or which one to listen to. both have grown so restless that i can't focus on anything and i can't get anything done. i can't even sleep. And even when i try i just end up staring at the walls or the ceiling. and, in the wake of the self assessment i've been doing, i've noticed that it’s probably nothing inside me that’s at the root of my discontent. instead, i think it’s just me. the person i am. i try and pin my inability to achieve my goals or to accomplish the simplest of tasks on my bullshit “inner battles”. rather, it’s just the fact that i can't commit anything to myself. oh sure, i can commit more than i have to other things. i would do anything for family or friends, literally. i would do anything for marc, or for jamie, or for jenn, or katie, or for any of my friends who asked or didn’t ask. i think i would even risk my life to save a damn dog from getting hit by a vehicle, if it came right down to it. it’s just the kind of person i am. but, i won't attempt to do even the slightest thing for myself. i can't exercise or eat right when i honestly want to. i can't finish a book. i can't keep up a work ethic with school. i can't be content with what ' have, or don’t have. i can't even pray or read my bible on a regular basis. and i've tried the whole radical “i’m gonna make a change in my life” routine but that just turned to shit, and i ended up right back where i started: unaccomplished, alone, and pissed off at myself, and the world for that matter. maybe this is just the vicious cycle of my life...
but then again, maybe i am totally wrong, and there really is a war going on inside me. a war between reason and reality, compromise and compassion, thoughts and emotions. a war that i can't fight and, a war that i probably can't win.
i guess i’m done now.


i’m sorry for this.
for everything.

J.

it's alright, 'cause there's beauty in the breakdown.
 
     

(2 broken hearts | .the frailty of words.)

 
boredom rules!!! (help, i'm going crazy)   
02:47pm 27/05/2004
 
mood: bored
music: Dead Poetic - Modern Morbid Prophecies
thank god for random crap on the internet to keep me busy.

Thirteen random things you like:
01) movies
02) mosh pits
03) shopping...the man's way
04) hot topic
05) hardcore
06) talking with old friends
07) taking pictures
08) writing
09) soda in glass bottles
10) monday night jack in the box tradition
11) chuck palahniuk
12) making music
13) driving

Twelve movies:
01) fight club
02) american history x
03) requiem for a dream
04) kill bill (it's 1 movie really)
05) american beauty
06) se7en
07) LOTR
08) memento
09) spy game
10) donnie darko
11) boondock saints
12) cowboy bebop

Eleven good bands/artists:
01) DEMON HUNTER
02) HASTE THE DAY
03) DEAD POETIC
04) PROJECT 86
05) STAVESACRE
07) BELOVED
08) AS I LAY DYING
09) ZAO
10) MEWITHOUTYOU
11) ANBERLIN

Ten things about you ... physically:
01) brown hair
02) brown eyes
03) 6'1"
04) 3 piercings
05) freckles galore
06) 'monkey arms'
07) big hands
08) i have bruises from moshing this week
09) size 11 1/2 feet
10) wearing contacts

Nine good friends:
01) alicia
02) wes
03) jarrod
04) michael
05) ben
06) loulou
07) sam
08) peter
09) josh

Eight favorite foods/drinks:
01) coke
02) taquitos
03) hot tea
04) italian food
05) chinese food
06) sushi
07) orange soda (anybody remember keenan & kel)
08) strawberry orange banana juice

Seven things you wear daily:
01) pants
02) shirt
03) boxers
04) belt
05) earrings
06) contacts/glasses
07) footwear (shoes or sandals)

Six things that annoy you:
01) traffic
02) bad drivers
03) boredom
04) my busted laptop
05) stupid people (the ones with no common sense)
06) incorrect grammar

Five things you touch everyday:
01) clothes
02) computer keyboard
03) the floor
04) my phone
05) bible

Four shows you watch:
01) aqua teen hunger force
02) sealab 2021
03) family guy
04) harvey birdman

Three places you go regularly:
01) wesley
02) church
03) jack in the box

Two of your favorite books: (that i've read recently)
01) , said the shotgun to the head by saul williams
02) choke by chuck palahniuk

One person you want to see right now:
01) elizabeth (who's in virginia for some stupid reason...family or something :P)

Your True Nature by llScorpiusll
Username
The quality that most appeals to you:Sense of Humour
In a survival situation, you:Fight, but reluctantly
Your hidden talent is:Spiritual wisdom
Your gift is:Athletic ability
In groups, you:Are the center of attention
Your best quality is:Your compassion
Your weakness is:Being predictable
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Your Homicidal Rampage! by crash_and_burn
Your name:
Weapon of Choice:Sex
Your Favorite Target:Nymphomaniacs
Your Kill Count:1,387,531,286
Your Battle Cry:"Yo mama!"
Years You Spend in Jail:45
How Much Money In Damages You Cause:$237,828,407,022,810
Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 10%
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like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled
like biting on these bitter tasting pills
and we're just heroes, we're just heroes for the day
 
     

(2 broken hearts | .the frailty of words.)

 
baseball rules!!   
01:20am 27/05/2004
 
mood: morose
music: Symphony in Peril - Shadow Over a Bleeding Heart
check that...the astros rule...baseball does too, but the astros are awesome. two straight wins against the cubs. the game tonight was great. it wound up being majid that came with me, mark had a meeting he had to go to, so it was neat to hang out with him and catch up on stuff. let's see...i did practically nothing else today, besides go to the baseball game. and i went grocery shopping with my dad. that's always fun, because ig et stuff. and i did some of the poetry pages...about half of them. i'll have it finished tomorrow, and updated.

tomorrow i'm gonna hang out with rachel and she's finally gonna see fight club, we'll play some pool...and maybe even tennis. then more fun stuff later on. hmm...this means i need to find a copy of fight club. i'll have to rent it.

i have a major dilemma now...i'm registerd for summer school, but a spot opened up for me on the mexico mission trip with my youth group, which is the 2nd week of school. and i'm torn between the two of them. prayers are greatly appreciated, bc i don't want to do the wrong thing here. ok...well i still need to read my biblia and get sleep, so i'm outta here.

.m.a.r.c.
 
     

(1 broken heart | .the frailty of words.)

 
keepin busy   
12:00pm 26/05/2004
 
mood: sore
music: The Evan Anthem - Be Nice if He's Nice
so i spent the better part of what i was awake for yesterday workin on an uber-cool flash intro for my site. go check it, i like it a lot. the burial grounds my mom took the pic of me, she wanted credit for it.

what else happened yesterday? oh yea, i went with my parents to Corelli's for a nice italian lunch (which was my breakfast). we got put in this booth in the front and i wound up looking straight between my parents at this annoying kid in the next booth that would not shut up...apparently jim carrey movies were the main topic of discussion at his table, as he explained practically all of bruce almighty to what was i'm guessing his parents. not only did he explain it, he freakin acted it out, and then did scenes from liar liar and dumb and dumber. anyways, the kid just wouldn't shut up. but the food was great (spicy italian sausage calzone) and i was thoroughly satisfied.

um, rachel came over and helped me with the flash stuff (after not using it for two years, it took me a little while to pick it back up). i played volleyball last night at church and kicked some major butt, and my shoulders are kinda sore...i could really use a backrub. i finished up the flash, talked with people for a while, then went to bed. tonight i'm goin to the astros game with mark canady...i've barely seen him since we graduated, so it should be fun apparently he has a new tattoo...and he hasn't seen my piercings.

play ball.
marc
 
     

(.the frailty of words.)