<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630</id><updated>2011-08-08T03:53:43.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of Mark</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-2417660973160199784</id><published>2010-06-26T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:46:47.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Lol, so as you can tell I have made another long long absence from the blogging world. It's only been a year and a half, psh! Anyways, I title this post "Memories" because I was reading back at all of the old posts I had written and reading back on other people's old blogs... Good times is all I have to say. I wonder if anyone will ever read this post or if I'm talking to myself. I feel like I'm in a ghost town. :] Leave a comment or something to let me know people are still alive out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-2417660973160199784?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/2417660973160199784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=2417660973160199784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/2417660973160199784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/2417660973160199784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-5296967849064685109</id><published>2009-01-05T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:36:23.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Gone</title><content type='html'>So, Christmas and the New Year have already come and gone. Crazy insane or insane crazy? When I say who say, you say Shady. Haha, anyways. Yeah, work is still slower than ever. I still have money left, granted it's mostly from Christmas gifts and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited for tomorrow. New episode of the Biggest Loser. I love that show! Last season was pretty boring and terrible so I hope this season isn't another let down! Anyways, I haven't eaten lunch yet so I'm going to go throw something together and consume it... have a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-5296967849064685109?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/5296967849064685109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=5296967849064685109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/5296967849064685109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/5296967849064685109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-and-gone.html' title='Come and Gone'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-3643033130042685692</id><published>2008-12-24T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:23:00.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I seem to be slacking more and more on my blogging. I am sorry. I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!! Work has been pretty slow as of late so I have no excuses for not blogging, I just haven't. Anyways, Happy Holidays and I hope to post again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-3643033130042685692?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/3643033130042685692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=3643033130042685692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/3643033130042685692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/3643033130042685692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-2452949801428124211</id><published>2008-12-05T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:45:55.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Well, back to work again I go. It's been about two years since I last worked for my uncle and father. Being lazy and not working was getting really annoying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday or Tuesday of this next week is when I start. I'm working for my uncle again in the wallpaper hanging business. When you're out of shape like myself, the first few weeks are pretty tough. This work involves a lot of walking, stair climbing and most of all, standing. Wake up around 5:30 am or so and head to work around 6, work until lunch at around noon or so. Take that 30 minute break or so and then it's back to work until dark. Did I mention the only time you get to sit and actually rest is at lunch? The rest of the time you are on your feet slaving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to lose weight for a long time now, so what better way to lose weight than working all day and getting paid for it? The guys I work with usually eat fast food for lunch, so I will see if I can try and find maybe a subway or something so I can eat healthier. No fast food for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job we're starting is in Newport, Oregon. So, it's most likely that I will have to pack for a few days since we will be out of town. I will be away from the internet (which will be good for me), some of my friends and family (except my dad, whom I work with) and more importantly, Whitney. She's happy for me that I'm going to start working again, but sad that I will be out of town this upcoming week. I'm sad as well, but I need to start working and making some money because I have plans of moving out, some time in the near future. I'm not exactly sure when I will be back from Newport, but I will try and blog when I have time! Until next time, have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-2452949801428124211?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/2452949801428124211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=2452949801428124211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/2452949801428124211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/2452949801428124211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahh-back-to-work.html' title='Ahh, Back to Work'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-970806113073363891</id><published>2008-11-27T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T02:21:15.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey guys</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to wish everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving!! Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-970806113073363891?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/970806113073363891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=970806113073363891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/970806113073363891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/970806113073363891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-guys.html' title='Hey guys'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-8988432870591307165</id><published>2008-11-25T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:10:34.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>I don't think anyone ever realizes how much they take the little things in this world for granted. Once you lose something you're so used to having, you almost don't know what to do or how to react. Losing a cell phone, your favorite piece of jewelry, your wallet or keys are just some of the things that would fall into this category. In my case, it was my windshield wipers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left to go meet my girlfriend at the Olive Garden about 15 minutes away from my house. I got in my car and left to go get gas. It was slightly raining at the time and my wipers were working just fine. I got my gas and got on the highway. Everything seemed to be fine for about 10 minutes before my wipers suddenly stopped working. By this time the little drizzle had turned into a steady rain. Being on the highway and doing 60 mph didn't help my visibility one bit. So the 15 minute ride to the Olive Garden suddenly turned into a 25 minute ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I made it to Olive Garden and back home without getting in a crash (which I certainly thought would happen)! Have to fix my wipers at a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-8988432870591307165?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/8988432870591307165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=8988432870591307165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8988432870591307165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8988432870591307165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-1727587099913456989</id><published>2008-11-09T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:12:02.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And She is Gone...</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday turned out really well. Whitney came over at around 3 PM and we just spent the whole day together. My parents and grandparents were gone when she initially arrived because they were out shopping. When they got back, they surprised Whitney with a few gifts of their own for her birthday. My parents had gotten her a cute little sweater type winter coat and my grandparents got her two blouses. Then I gave her my gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up getting her a heart shaped necklace along with a birthday card. She really really liked it and that made me happy. The only regret I have is not doing a little more research on a nice restaurant I could have taken her to. I was hoping she would decide and everything since it was HER birthday, but she had to be a little difficult. I know her favorite place is Olive Garden but she didn't really feel like eating there on this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday evening so I knew most nice restaurants were going to have a wait time. We stopped at Little Italy's to see how long the wait was. Fourty minutes. No thanks! Little Italy's is located right next to Applebees so we decided to check there to see how long of a wait it was. Ten minutes they said. So, we decided to just eat at Applebees but the wait wasn't even ten minutes long, it was more like two or three. We got seated, ate our meals and headed back home. It was a pretty good evening all in all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-1727587099913456989?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/1727587099913456989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=1727587099913456989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/1727587099913456989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/1727587099913456989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-she-is-gone.html' title='And She is Gone...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-4617026279491588665</id><published>2008-11-07T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:31:02.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt Trip</title><content type='html'>I feel bad. Actually, bad is an understatement. I feel terrible. It's a little after 2 AM and I'm posting this blog because my girlfriend is on her way home and I never fall asleep until I know she's safely made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, earlier in the day (Thursday) I had talked to Whitney and she said she might come by my house tonight which was totally unexpected because we had no plans of seeing each other. Well, she gets off work and goes out with a friend for dinner and all that jazz and then gives me a call around 7:30 PM. She told me she was probably just going to stay home and not make it out to my place (she lives a little over an hour away). She was tired and I could tell. But that did not stop me from being a little bummed that she wasn't going to make it. Okay, I was a lot bummed. She could tell by the tone of my voice that I was upset and everything. I told her I would give her a call after a little while because I wasn't really in the talking mood at the time. We hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I layed on my bed and started watching basketball with my phone right by my side. About ten minutes had passed since we stopped talking on the phone. I decided to check my phone for the time. I had four text messages. Three were from her. One said something along the lines of "Sorry I'm not coming out to see you tonight, I feel bad and love you." It was much longer than that but that was what it mainly said. The next one said "I really really am sorry." And the last one said "I'll c u in a bit." I received all of those within the ten minutes I had not checked my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her two times and left voice mails telling her it's okay that I would see her this weekend and to not sweat it. I even left a few texts saying the same thing. I could not get a hold of her. Next thing I know it's 10 PM and she gets to my house. I felt terrible that she came all the way out to my house just because I was being whiny and pouty that she wasn't going to come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm really glad she did come over but I felt really bad because she lives over an hour away and for whatever reason she could only stay over until 2 AM and then had to go back home. Boy, it sure will be nice when work picks up again so I can save up money and move out to Vancouver (will be about 20 minutes closer to Whitney).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm pretty stoked about Saturday. Her birthday is Sunday but I get her to myself on Saturday as you should know from my last post. I'm going shopping for her tomorrow (or today technically) and I'm still not quite sure on what to get her. I have an idea but I'm not sure. I hope everything turns out okay! I will post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-4617026279491588665?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/4617026279491588665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=4617026279491588665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/4617026279491588665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/4617026279491588665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/11/guilt-trip.html' title='Guilt Trip'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-1438357038110939990</id><published>2008-11-03T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:46:45.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend's Birthday</title><content type='html'>So, I'm about 97.562% positive my girlfriend doesn't read my blog. With that said, I would like to hear some ideas from some of you guys on what I should do for my girlfriend for her birthday coming up this weekend. I was thinking of something romantic-ish. I'm not exactly Bill Gates when it comes to finances, so please try to keep things simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to buy her a necklace of some sort for the present. I want the moment she receives it to be special as well. Maybe get her a teddy bear too with a birthday card of course. So, if any of you can stretch your imagination and help me out, I would appreciate it tremendously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-1438357038110939990?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/1438357038110939990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=1438357038110939990' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/1438357038110939990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/1438357038110939990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/11/girlfriends-birthday.html' title='Girlfriend&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-9109775195390166449</id><published>2008-10-27T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:24:18.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement</title><content type='html'>I'm a pretty big sports nut if you guys didn't know. I'm really excited. Tomorrow is the start of the 2008/2009 NBA season. My Portland Trail Blazers play the Kobes (Lakers). I have been waiting for this day for over a year now because we finally get back Greg Oden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also in a little bit of a debacle. Friday is their second game of the season (that's on Halloween). My girl friend is coming to visit that day. You see the debacle? How do I hang out with my girl friend whom I haven't seen in over a week and watch my basketball game, a game/season I've been anticipating for over a year now? Sure, I could just watch the game while we're hanging out but I know she's not into sports really at all. It's going to be a busy day, that's for sure. It's Halloween, my girl friend is coming to visit, the Blazers have a game and to top it off, it's my uncle's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can only hope this week goes by somewhat fast because I'm pretty stoked for Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-9109775195390166449?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/9109775195390166449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=9109775195390166449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/9109775195390166449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/9109775195390166449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/10/excitement.html' title='Excitement'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-4474542878672616958</id><published>2008-10-24T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:54:17.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Wishes</title><content type='html'>I wish my girlfriend didn't live 45 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my dad's work wasn't so slow right now so I could start working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-4474542878672616958?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/4474542878672616958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=4474542878672616958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/4474542878672616958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/4474542878672616958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-wishes.html' title='Two Wishes'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-1508970325127435931</id><published>2008-10-16T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:26:18.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Realization</title><content type='html'>So, I think I've found out what my problem is about keeping up with blogging. I'm too simple. I don't let my mind expand enough sometimes... I honestly really never know what to blog about. I usually stick to the same routine all the time and sometimes I just get in a groove of doing that same routine. Who wants to read someone's blog when they talk about the same things over and over and over again? I wouldn't. You guys should be proud of me though. This is the longest I've ever kept up with blogging and I've really surprised myself. If you don't hear back from me within a few days, I can't say that I will ever come back but who knows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-1508970325127435931?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/1508970325127435931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=1508970325127435931' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/1508970325127435931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/1508970325127435931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/10/realization.html' title='A Realization'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-4346024386976823225</id><published>2008-10-09T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:46:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I feel bad for the kids of today. Halloween just isn't what it used to be. I remember when I was younger would go and trick or treating, it was a blast. Nowadays all the parents are just too afraid to take their kids out and about to trick or treat. Afraid that crazy people are going to poison the candy or something of that nature I suppose? Who knows, maybe things this year will be different? I'm highly doubting it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-4346024386976823225?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/4346024386976823225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=4346024386976823225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/4346024386976823225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/4346024386976823225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-1234435820528609421</id><published>2008-10-06T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:24:40.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Comes Fast</title><content type='html'>I remember when I was younger I thought life was so slow and boring at times. Now that I'm 21 already, it seems as if life just keeps on flying by faster than ever before. Before high school is when everything seemed like it moved in slow motion. Then, I hit high school and everything seemed to fast forward on me and it doesn't seem like it's stopping any time soon. I have no regrets but at times I wish I could go back to like 6th grade and just start over. There are some things I know I would have done differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have played basketball and football for sure. I would have focused more on school work and stuff instead of being the socially "cool guy" if you will. My grades were never that bad but they definitely could have been better. But like I said, no regrets! I wouldn't be who I am today if I did things differently when I was younger. Sure would have been cool to get really good at some sport like baseball or basketball, get drafted by some college and then went on to play in the pros for millions and millions of dollars. Oh well, it's okay to dream once in a while, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-1234435820528609421?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/1234435820528609421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=1234435820528609421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/1234435820528609421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/1234435820528609421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-comes-fast.html' title='Life Comes Fast'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-6197398121154780648</id><published>2008-10-02T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:52:01.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>It's almost been a week since I've last blogged, sorry about that! Anyways, Whit came over last night after work, yay! I just sneezed. Wow, sneezing feels so good sometimes! Well, to be honest, I'm not really in the right mind state to be blogging right now. I just wanted to let everyone know I'm still alive! I will post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-6197398121154780648?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/6197398121154780648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=6197398121154780648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/6197398121154780648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/6197398121154780648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-8361649511321559231</id><published>2008-09-27T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:52:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Social Gathering</title><content type='html'>Last night was a very good night. I had a lot of fun. Nothing better than slamming back some beers with my buds and just having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident had happened last night as well. There was this female at the social gathering we attended who decided to go chalk crazy outside. She wrote and drew pictures all over the concrete and sidewalks outside. I even wrote a thing or two outside with the lovely chalk. After we were all done chalking up the sidewalks and street, we headed back into the house to have some more drinks. The girl who went chalk crazy decides to head to bed around 2 or 3, I can't quite recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm sitting on the couch leisurely drinking my beer, I hear a raised voice outside. I tell everyone to be quiet so I could eavesdrop a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the f*ck wrote on my god damned garage door?!", the raised male voice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard another voice of the female descent but couldn't quite make out what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's so disrespectful, I can't believe someone wrote on my garage door!" the man shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I had my ear stuck to the screen in the opened window. Next thing I know, this guy Dylan from our social gathering storms outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who gives a flying f*ck who wrote on your door? It's f*cking chalk, get over it!", Dylan says to the man with the raised voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Sean and I look at each other from inside the house in disbelief at what was unfolding before our eyes. We both surely thought a fight was about to go down. We both rush outside to get a closer view and to back up our buddy Dylan. The man with the raised voice had friends with him. Sean and I stumble upon Dylan standing right in the face of the man with the raised voice. My buddy G is out there as well. This man sure knows how to calm a crowd down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the man with the raised voice was the next door neighbor of Kyla's. He came home very angry that someone had wrote on his garage door with chalk. I can understand where he's coming from because I would be a little upset as well. But let's be honest here. Dylan was right... It's f*cking chalk. It takes like 1 minute to clean off. Sean and I were sick and tired of hearing these men argue over something so stupid so we both go inside and grab a rag, get it wet, and go outside to wash the god damned garage ourselves. I was right. It took literally 1 minute to clean up. Dylan apparently got to a point of irritation where he just hopped in his car and took off. In a way, I sort of wish a fight had gone down. It's been a while since I've gotten my hands dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other exciting stuff happened last night as well but I'm getting a little bored of typing and my little lady is waiting for me to call, so I'm going to end this post now. Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-8361649511321559231?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/8361649511321559231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=8361649511321559231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8361649511321559231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8361649511321559231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/09/social-gathering.html' title='A Social Gathering'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-5844122740759743386</id><published>2008-09-25T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:30:58.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Wednesday yet?</title><content type='html'>Blah. So, I haven't seen my woman since Saturday. It's now Thursday night. I won't be able to see her until probably Wednesday of next week. She's been low on money so she's saving the money she has left for gas to get back and forth from home to work (It's about 45 minutes both ways). She doesn't get paid until Tuesday of next week, hence why I probably won't be able to see her until Wednesday! This flat out sucks! I miss her like like Batman misses Robin. Yeah, it's that bad! I can't wait to see her beautiful little face again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-5844122740759743386?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/5844122740759743386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=5844122740759743386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/5844122740759743386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/5844122740759743386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-it-wednesday-yet.html' title='Is it Wednesday yet?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-8874444652152983781</id><published>2008-09-23T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:32:51.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Time of Year!</title><content type='html'>I just absolutely love this time of the year. The summer heat slowly fading away each day and more and more leaves falling to the ground from trees. Semi warm days and very cool nights. I love it out here in the northwest and wouldn't want to live anywhere else. Sure, I'd like to do some traveling in my life, but I wouldn't mind living out here in the northwest somewhere when all of the dust has settled. Definite Northewesterner for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I love this time of year is because of my t.v. shows that I love so much starting up again! Heroes, Supernatural and Biggest Loser all had season premieres within the past week! Also, can't forget about my beloved Portland Trail Blazers! Their season will begin soon! I love sports. It's been a few days since I've posted so this is pretty much the only stuff I could muster up within those few days. Yeah, I know. I'm a lamer! Anyways, I will be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-8874444652152983781?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/8874444652152983781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=8874444652152983781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8874444652152983781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8874444652152983781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-time-of-year.html' title='Great Time of Year!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-8323518824433566306</id><published>2008-09-20T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:43:56.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women...</title><content type='html'>Any of you ever give a woman a compliment and the first thing they say is "Shut the hell up, it's not true!" or something along those lines? Don't get me wrong, there are a few women out there that can actually TAKE a compliment without bringing out any negativity, but it just seems like more and more women these days can't accept a compliment and that bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I told Whitney that I thought she was one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. Not only physically, but mentally as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up Mark, don't lie." she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't really hit me until after she had said that, that a lot of women nowadays flat out don't take compliments well. Is it the magazines they read these days that lower their self esteem? Do they respond negatively for more attention? I'm just curious if any other males out there know where I'm coming from. What are your guys' thoughts on this subject?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-8323518824433566306?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/8323518824433566306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=8323518824433566306' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8323518824433566306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8323518824433566306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/09/women.html' title='Women...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-752594158638638867</id><published>2008-09-18T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:06:37.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>The only thing I know that is set in stone that I have planned for today is Mar's Inn Chinese food and Supernatural later over at my cousin's place. I am not quite sure what else this world will have in store for me today. It's been a few days since I've blogged. I needed a little rest. I can't wait until tomorrow, that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my woman comes over to see me after she gets off work. How exciting! You know you like someone when it's been about 4 or 5 days since you last saw them and you miss them like it's been a year. I'm sure we'll hang this weekend as well, yay! Anyways, I have to go shower and get ready to get some Chinese food! Talk to you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-752594158638638867?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/752594158638638867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=752594158638638867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/752594158638638867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/752594158638638867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Today and Tomorrow'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-4629083645038575102</id><published>2008-09-15T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:12:40.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was uneventful, but then again eventful for me. I woke up around 11 AM because I stayed up pretty late the night before. I woke up, watched a little football since it was Sunday and then out of nowhere I got this urge. I was hungry. I had been craving Mar's Inn Chinese food for a few days and whatever it took, I was going to be eating at Mar's Inn on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hold of my buddy G and found out that he is hungry as well. We headed off to Mar's Inn with one goal in mind, to eat some of the best Chinese food this area has ever had. We get to our destination and find out that they do not have the Lunch special on Sundays. We were bummed. So, we left and looked for somewhere else to eat and then realized nothing compared to the tasty deliciousness of Mar's Inn! We went back. There was not a single other customer in there which was really nice. We ordered our tasty food, even got 2 cups of egg flower soup for free and ate it all like we had never eaten before in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning on seeing my woman on this day because she lives about 45 minutes away and I didn't want her to have to make the drive out here since she had to work the next day. My phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, what are you doing?" my girlfriend asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much, just hangin' with G right now", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's cool, I'm in Portland eating with a friend right now and was wondering if you wanted me to stop by your place on my way home so I could see you." she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Definitely! I never get tired of seeing your pretty little face." I responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, see you in a little bit!" and she hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited because I had not planned on seeing her again until mid week or so. I get back to my place and take a quick shower before she arrives. She gets here and we hang out for about 2 hours before she headed back home. It was great to see her again. Right after she left, I called G to see what he was up to. He was bored and had nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G fills up his gas tank and we just head out into the night. We drove around Washougal, Camas and Vancouver randomly out of boredom. We get back to Washougal and G's phone rings. It's D Hutch. His truck needed to get jumped because his battery sucks. G and I go to help D Hutch get his truck started. We followed him all the way back to his place in Portland to make sure that he made it alright. G had some pie that D Hutch's mom offered for our troubles. We then left and made our journey back home. That was my eventful/uneventful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-4629083645038575102?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/4629083645038575102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=4629083645038575102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/4629083645038575102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/4629083645038575102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-8814168647012160357</id><published>2008-09-13T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:34:09.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Weight and Addiction</title><content type='html'>Greetings! I wasn't totally sure what to blog about today so I figured I would talk about weight loss. Over the past two weeks I've been getting out and being more active which has contributed to losing a few pounds and I feel really good about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting out and being active all the time I had an addiction. An addiction that was pretty difficult to overcome. This addiction resulted in me being extremely lazy and unproductive for quite some time. No, I was not addicted to any type of drug and no it was not nicotine I was addicted to, it was a video game, sadly. As less harmful as it is to be addicted to a video game rather than some drug or cigarettes that can damage your body physically, this game was more so mentally addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just really glad I finally conquered my addiction and am getting healthier day by day. If anyone out there has an addiction and think it's impossible to overcome, you are wrong. You just have to be mentally stronger than whatever it is you're addicted to. Instead of beating around the bush looking for excuses to contribute to the addiction, get out and do something that takes your mind off of whatever it is. For me, it was working out and I couldn't feel better about myself now. Stopping my addiction along with the recent relationship I got myself into has bettered me and I now feel as if my life has just now begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-8814168647012160357?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/8814168647012160357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=8814168647012160357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8814168647012160357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8814168647012160357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/09/losing-weight-and-addiction.html' title='Losing Weight and Addiction'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-8649479863798725534</id><published>2008-09-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:52:45.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Relationship in Quite Some Time</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time since I've been in a relationship. My last GF (short for girlfriend for those of you not up-to-date with the lingo) was this crazy blonde haired girl of whom I think I dated just because I hadn't dated anyone before her in a few years. It seems as if whenever I get into a relationship with someone and then a break up happens, it takes me years to get back into another one for some reason. I would go a little deeper into my last relationship just to let you guys know how it really was, but, I think it's best I not even talk about it whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this girl I'm with now does in fact have a name. Her name is Whitney. She's probably one of the cutest and one of the most sincere people I have ever met in my entire life. She never ever ever ever ever talks bad about anyone which is something that attracts me to her greatly. She's very polite and well mannered as well. I don't want to sound cheesy or cliche, but she's "perfect" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for quite a few years now and we just now started dating. I'm quite the big chicken when it comes to "asking girls out", especially one of whom I really really like. This is random, but does anyone else feel the phrase "asking out" is middle schoolish and lame sounding? I hate the phrase, personally. Anyways, I've never had such strong feelings towards a girl before in my life, which is exciting but somewhat scary at the same time! Is this girl "the one"? Only time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-8649479863798725534?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/8649479863798725534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=8649479863798725534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8649479863798725534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/8649479863798725534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-relationship-in-quite-some-time.html' title='First Relationship in Quite Some Time'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-271873522834819859</id><published>2008-09-11T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:51:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over one year later...</title><content type='html'>Hello blogging world. I see that my last post was August 27, 2007. Yikes! I'm really bad at keeping up with blogging and whatnot, but I will try my best to get back into it. Anyways, I'm no longer single anymore. Pretty cool, eh? :) I will get into more details soon, I have to hop in the shower and head to my buddy Greg's! Talk to you guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-271873522834819859?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/271873522834819859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=271873522834819859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/271873522834819859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/271873522834819859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2008/09/over-one-year-later.html' title='Over one year later...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-9083500339652366929</id><published>2007-08-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:03:16.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg, I'm alive!</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I'm blogging!! Weird. I haven't blogged in so long (as you can tell by my lost post). How is everyone? I doubt anyone even comes to my blog to see if I posted something new since I'm a slacker. :D Well, I might be blogging a little more often soon so come back and check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-9083500339652366929?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/9083500339652366929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=9083500339652366929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/9083500339652366929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/9083500339652366929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2007/08/omg-im-alive.html' title='Omg, I&apos;m alive!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-114007418042426596</id><published>2006-02-15T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:30:35.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Emo Boy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;These are some lyrics that I wrote... I was bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the mornin' with dry tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My hair's a fuckin mess I think I might cry,&lt;br /&gt;I sit up in my bed with my eyes still closed&lt;br /&gt;Not knowin' what to think cuz that's how it goes,&lt;br /&gt;Depression is an obsession that I really hate&lt;br /&gt;I wanna slit my wrists, take me to Heavens Gate,&lt;br /&gt;Suicide is a crime that I'm willing to commit&lt;br /&gt;I ate a piece of bread I think I'm about to vomit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;They call me fuckin' Emo Boy all up in my school,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna beg the differ but we all know its true,&lt;br /&gt;They call me fuckin' Emo Boy and all laugh in my face,&lt;br /&gt;I hate their fucking guts they'll vanish without a trace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a typical day all up in my world&lt;br /&gt;Not knowin' what to do but think of my girl,&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one that keeps me alive&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is curl up and hide,&lt;br /&gt;Anger, hate, depression are emotions I feel,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm always fighting from the back of my heels,&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner seems to go well with my emo hair&lt;br /&gt;When I visit family, I know they get scared, becauseeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;They call me fuckin' Emo Boy all up in my school,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna beg the differ but we all know its true,&lt;br /&gt;They call me fuckin' Emo Boy and all laugh in my face,&lt;br /&gt;I hate their fucking guts they'll vanish without a trace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be alone when I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;My head keeps on spinnin' I think it fell on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;You might wanna hide all the sharp objects&lt;br /&gt;The scars on my wrists are a work in progress,&lt;br /&gt;The tears keep on flowin' down the sides of my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Killin' myself has been on my mind for a couple of weeks,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do, don't know where to go&lt;br /&gt;They call me fuckin' emo boy, shut the fuck up homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;LoL... this was all made up from the top of my head... If I actually sat down and wrote some stuff on paper and thought about it more, it would have been better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-114007418042426596?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/114007418042426596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=114007418042426596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/114007418042426596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/114007418042426596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/02/emo-boy.html' title='&quot;Emo Boy&quot;'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113986248551008605</id><published>2006-02-13T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:35:22.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pullman Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;So, I pretty much had an awesome time up in Pullman this past weekend. Greg, Sean and I left around 12:30ish Friday afternoon and took the 6 hour trip up to Pullman. The ride didn't seem AS LONG as it was supposed to because us guys made it more fun then it was supposed to be. We are unique individuals and come up with some crazy stuff to do on the way up there. Lets just say that we are adventurous. The only thing that sucked on the ride up there was the speeding ticket. I'm not going to say who was driving or how much the ticket was and if you know... lucky you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We arrived in Pullman at my cousin's apartment around 7 I think it was. Sean and I were running off a combined 5 hours of sleep from the previous night, so we were pretty beat. We decided to get drunk anyways. My stomach wasn't feeling the best so I decided not to participate in the Dance Dance Revolution game. It was really funny to watch them play that game! After they got done playing that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Greg, Sean, Kristen, Sabrina and I played the infamous card game, KINGS. This game is gauranteed to get you drunk faster than normal. It's awesome! Sean got drunk before the rest of us were even feeling tipsy. I remember Sean calling his girlfriend like 23463426 times when we wanted him to come hang with us! It's okay though, I probably would have done the same. So, we started drinking around 10 p.m. and Sean passed out by 12:30. The rest of us stayed up and just hung out until about 3 or 3:30 and finally decided to hit the sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We all woke up around 11 in the morning. We all just kinda hung out for a little while and then the other four decided to go walk around the WSU campus. I stayed back and showered and got online. They were gone for a little over an hour and came back. They played a little more Dance Dance and then we took off to go bowling and watch a movie. We bowled one game at the CUB and played some darts. After that, we went to the auditorium where we got to see a free movie. Just Like Heaven is what we watched. A chick flick, but I enjoyed it very much! It had a good plot I think and it had some good actors in it. I even admit that I got a LITTLE teary eyed at some parts. After we watched the movie, we went back to the apartment. Kristen made some burritos, rice and beans for dinner which by the way was VERY good considering we had all barely ate that day. Kristen's boyfriend and like 10 other guys showed up at the apartment to party with us. It was a little weird I have to admit since we didn't know any of the people. Some of them were rude and had no respect for anything and the others just stunk. Haha.. Once we all got drunk and the other guys got high/drunk, we kind of warmed up and talked A LITTLE. We took a lot of pictures and even recorded on Sean's camcorder for a little while. It was a fun day to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We woke up around 11:30, Sunday morning and hung out for about an hour and decided to take the 6 hour trip home. We arrived home a little after 7 p.m. It was a fun trip that I won't forget for a while and I hope there's many more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113986248551008605?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113986248551008605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113986248551008605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113986248551008605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113986248551008605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/02/pullman-trip.html' title='Pullman Trip!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113929416001655113</id><published>2006-02-06T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:36:00.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's almost been a week since I've blogged! SHAME ON ME! Anyways.. Greg's party was fantastic!! Minus his mom coming home and somewhat crashing it. It was still a lot of fun though! I got a bunch of calls from people telling me that I left them some weird voice mails and stuff... I was like "Get used to it, I like to drunk dial". Kelly was there and he was pretty much hilarious!! That kid is funny! Heck yes! Heck no techno! Hahaha jk... but yeah! Anyways I'm gonna go get some sleep so until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113929416001655113?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113929416001655113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113929416001655113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113929416001655113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113929416001655113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-no.html' title='Oh no!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113879397367289422</id><published>2006-02-01T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T03:39:33.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't blogged in a few days. The thing is.. I haven't gone out and really done anything to blog about. I've been lazy these past few days! Lets see.... I'm eating a cold piece of pizza right now and it's pretty much delicious. I'm also drinking a very ice cold beverage which is quenching my thirst. I'm thinking about going and watching a movie because I'm that damn bored... Umm.. Oh yeah, I bought a new lip ring and ear rings yesterday and yeah! I'm gonna go brush my toofs, clean my lip/ears and then go watch a movie so until next time... Have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113879397367289422?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113879397367289422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113879397367289422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113879397367289422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113879397367289422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/02/heyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Heyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113854302537173884</id><published>2006-01-29T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T05:57:05.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Stuff!</title><content type='html'>Last night/this morning was pretty much cooooool!! Sean, Greg and I went to a concert at Rock n' Roll Pizza in Portland. The concert featured *Dear Whoever*, Aphasia, Days Like These, blueturnswhite and Dry Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry Season was the first band that performed. They played good music but it was the first band so no one was really getting into the music as much as they would have liked. The lead singer was kind of a bitch saying that we should have gotten more into it, which I agree on, but lets be real.... they were the first band!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second band that played was blueturnswhite. I really liked these guys. They are from the Portland area too so it's all good. People were slowly starting to get into the music more and more as this band went on. They're more of a hardcore/rock band who were pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third band was Days Like These. These guys were awesome! They came all the way from New Jersey to play on a west coast tour. The thing is... It wasn't like a very popular tour, so they came over here to play in front of NOT SO MANY fans. I think everyone was into the music once these guys started playing. I have one of their songs on my myspace profile right now if you would like to check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aphasia. All I had heard were good things about this band. I finally got to hear their music at this concert. I have to admit... they pretty much rocked!! They sound like a mix between Trapt and Blindside... (if you know those bands) They had a lot of energy which was awesome. What pumps up a crowd more than a band playing music they love and being full of energy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Dear Whoever. WOOOO!! The main reason I went to go see this show... WOW is all I have to say. They rocked my socks off!! I was out in the crowd screaming their songs (even the ones I didn't know the words to). Hahaha. I wish more people would have showed up to the show though. There were A LOT of little kids there... I'd say in the age group of 8-12... What kinda kids are listening to rock/screamo music at that age? They should be listening to Jack Johnson or Coldplay.... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the show... Greg, Sean and I decided to go to Hooters! Woo hoo! My first Hooters experience!! It was around midnight so there was like no one really there but it was awesome!! Our waitress' name was Heather. How cute! She was a cutie I tell ya. I took some pics of her on my phone which pretty much rock. A few of them she didn't know I took so I got some good body shots.... if you know what I mean... Greg told me he was gonna blog about this so I am too. Anyways, there was this Mexican guy dancing on a table and Heather got up and danced with him on the table... Let's just say I was staring and was really into it and as I was sipping water out of my straw, I didn't realize I was tilting my glass as well so a bunch of water spilled on the table and got my shirt and pants wet... How cool is that? You aren't cool unless you spill water on yourself from watching a hott chick dance on a table. Well, I'm gonna hit the sack since it's STICKIN' 6 in the morning!!! Lol stickin.... that was for you Greg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113854302537173884?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113854302537173884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113854302537173884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113854302537173884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113854302537173884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-stuff.html' title='Good Stuff!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113836537989336412</id><published>2006-01-27T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T04:36:19.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing</title><content type='html'>Breathing. All I hear is breathing. All around me, every where I turn, breathing. What's happening? Is someone watching me? It's getting louder and louder. Is it my head playing games? I'm going insane, aren't I? I can't escape it. I run and run but there's nowhere to go. I can't make it stop! The breathing is driving me to insanity! MAKE IT STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stopped. What happened? Was that real or was it my head playing games? Is this the beginning of the end? Is this a sign? This is the only night this has happened. Am I dreaming? No, I can't be dreaming. This feels way too real to be a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to my side and open my eyes to find my loved one at my side. I ask her what had happened, she smiled and said, "Honey, you told me you loved it when I breathed in your ear as you slept". I look at her in disbelief and said, "I knew I was going insane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lol... I didn't know what to write really so this just came out and plus it's after 4:30 in the morning. I don't think it makes much sense but oh well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113836537989336412?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113836537989336412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113836537989336412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113836537989336412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113836537989336412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/01/breathing.html' title='Breathing'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113809100014745556</id><published>2006-01-24T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:23:20.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yeah. Tomorrow I turn nineteen! Only two more years!! WOOOT!! Haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pointless Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113809100014745556?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113809100014745556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113809100014745556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113809100014745556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113809100014745556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/01/tomorrow_24.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113796523471710626</id><published>2006-01-22T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:27:14.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Decision</title><content type='html'>I title this post "Good Decision" because last night, I believe I made a good decision. I knew about this mini party that Greg was throwing but I was feeling pretty tired last night. I told them I probably wasn't going to show up. I went out to get dessert with Sara and Shannon because mine and Shannon's birthdays are one day apart (24th and 25th). So, we went and got dessert to celebrate. My plan was just to go home and sleep after I got done hangin' with them. Then I thought about Greg and the party. I said to myself... "Eh, might as well check out the party and see how things are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to Greg's house and right when I pull into his driveway my cell phone rings. It was Jenn (she was at the party). She's like "Marrrkkk, you should come to the partyyy". I was like "Wow, good timing Jenn, I just pulled into the driveway". I walk into Greg's house not knowing what to expect. Jenn told me to be quiet and hang around in the hallway for a sec just to see if they notice me. So I waited for a few and poked my head around the corner to see what they were up to. Kyla was there and I could hear her saying "I want Mark to comeee, tell him to come overrr". I laughed to myself. So, I finally walk into the living room where I found David, Treya, Sean and James on the floor playing cards. Greg, Jenn and Kyla were on the couch drinking because they were the only ones drinking at the time. I saw quite a bit of alcohol and I was like "Man, I really wanna get drunk". So, I went home and grabbed some clothes and other stuff and went back to Greg's. I started drinking immediately, trying to catch up to the other 3 who were drunk. I have this friend named James. Now, if you knew James, you would never think in a million years he would drink alcohol. Well, he did and it was awesomeeee!! He really enjoyed it too. Some other stuff happened but my brain is a little foggy to remember everything... so yeah... I believe I made a good decision, do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113796523471710626?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113796523471710626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113796523471710626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113796523471710626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113796523471710626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-decision.html' title='Good Decision'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113783594580210250</id><published>2006-01-21T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:32:26.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tonight was pretty cool. Sean, Jenn, Greg, James and I went to The Portal by Clark college where Phil's band, Daniel and the Lions played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was my first time hearing them and they weren't all that bad. I do have to say that they sound like any other acoustic band, but I did like them. The Portal is a really cool hangout place, especially when bands are playing there. At the show, I finally met Jenna. This girl I've been talking to for the LONGEST time online but had never met. She didn't even recognize me at first, but Phil introduced us in person. She's a pretty rad chick it seems like. I told her we need to hang out sometime and stuff so yeah! Haha. After the show, Greg, Sean, Jenn and I went to Bostons to get dinner. Tyler met up with us there and we ate. You guessed it. It was delicious as ever! :-D After we ate, I took us all to Greg's house where I left them because I'm really tired. I'm going to bed after I finish this! James, Greg, Tyler, and Jenn went off to mess with some guy's car I guess... Sean went to bed cuz he has to work... hmm I wonder if they realyl did anything to the guy's car... hmm well who knows! I will find out laterrrr! I'm off to bed though! GOODNIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113783594580210250?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113783594580210250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113783594580210250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113783594580210250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113783594580210250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/01/cool-beans.html' title='Cool Beans'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113776730864760658</id><published>2006-01-20T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T06:28:28.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why the fuck am I up? I never get up this early. I fell asleep at like 1 this morning and woke up 5:30ish. Hmmmm.... I don't know if I will be able to go back to sleep. I guess I will try! Talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113776730864760658?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113776730864760658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113776730864760658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113776730864760658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113776730864760658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/01/wtf_20.html' title='Wtf??'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113766444303274295</id><published>2006-01-19T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T01:54:03.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, tonight/this morning was pretty interesting I have to say. It started out by my friends James, Sean, Jenn, and Greg coming to pick me up for David Hutchins' concert. He plays in a band called  Caswell, in case you don't know. So, we all go to Portland at the Rock n' Roll Pizza, where Caswell was playing. We got there a little early so we just chilled for a little while before they played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Caswell played about 5 songs which were really good. Most of it was stuff that I've heard before. David's vocals really impressed me. He has become a much improved singer since I had last heard. Another band called Blue Ember played also but we only stayed for like two songs before we left for Shari's restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the way to Shari's, we all played an intense game of freeze out which is where everyone in the car rolls down their windows and sticks their arms out of the window. Lets just say that all of our arms were pretty much frozen off by the time we got to Sharis. We got a bite to eat and decided to head to Taboo. Taboo is a porn shop in case you were wondering. We go into Taboo, (which looks really awkward when it's four guys and one girl) where we decided to just look around and use time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As we were leaving Taboo's, Greg, James, Sean and Jenn decided to play "sex" which is where you tap the ceiling of the car really fast if you see a car with a headlight/tail light out. Whoever is last to tap the ceiling has to take off an article of clothing. I wasn't in the mood to get naked so I didn't participate in this activity. We drove all the way through downtown Portland since there were more vehicles. This game ended up with James and Sean in just their underwear, Jenn in just a bra (she was wearing see through panties..... shucks!) and Greg ended up taking off all of his clothes anyways. We drove to Vancouver where everyone was still pretty much naked. "Who's hungry for Taco Bell?", Greg asked. Everyone laughed cuz we thought he was joking.... So we pull through the Taco Bell drive through where everyone is still half naked, order a sprite and take off. The lady working drive through was totally checking out Greg during this whole process. As we are driving out of the Taco Bell drive through, a kid comes out from inside of Taco Bell and throws his fists up in the air acknowledging what we had just done. We had made an agreement to do a Chinese Fire Drill at the next red light we came to, while pretty much naked. A red light had came so Greg, James and Sean got outta the car and ran around doing the fire drill. James was now the driver where Greg, Sean and Jenn sat in the back. Oh and to top off our fun night, we played freeze out on the way home.... where the other four were pretty much naked. Hope you all enjoyed reading our fun night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113766444303274295?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113766444303274295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113766444303274295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113766444303274295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113766444303274295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/01/interesting-night.html' title='Interesting Night'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21139630.post-113757738776200366</id><published>2006-01-18T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:43:07.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. So, I just made a new blog because I forgot the information for my other. Silly silly me! I told myself that I was going to stay active on blogging and I did.... for about 3 or 4 days. As you can tell I didn't stay active because I forgot all of my information but all is well because I know I will stay active this time. I am adding my blog to my favorites list and it won't come off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to make up short stories of no meaning and I had a good time doing that. I sort of want to bring back that feeling because I really do miss writing them. I have a very interesting and creative mind and a knack for making up weird/pointless stories. Who knows if it's still in me to make those stories. We will see I suppose. So, stay tuned for my interesting stories and happenings in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21139630-113757738776200366?l=kraziemark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/feeds/113757738776200366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21139630&amp;postID=113757738776200366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113757738776200366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21139630/posts/default/113757738776200366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kraziemark.blogspot.com/2006/01/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789125123355840331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUBgjod3KeY/SMmEEG3IwiI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/0xflt5CBT0g/S220/Older..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
