The Earth According to Mark.

I cut my hair in mid-June and now it's early August. My hair has barely grown at all. I've made a deal with myself that if I'm balding I'm going to sport a bic'd look.

When I was younger I use to watch skateboard videos and put the volume on mute. I'd put a CD on my Panasonic boom box, and play the music. It was always interesting just seeing if the music fit the video (hitting rails/landing tricks on beat). And I think that's my next project. An avant garde skateboard movie using the music I've been recording. It's going to be interesting to see if this happens. I always have these ideas, but they never meet fruition. But we'll see. As always.

I'm as monster as it gets. Or so I assume. Today in my psychology class we were taught that people are largely unconscious of who they are. Reminds me of something I read from Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs - no one is completely self-aware. Hey, I just try to be the best me that me can be even though deep down I know that who I am isn't good enough. But I'm trying, and sometimes that's half the battle - but then sometimes you can lie to yourself and say, "It wasn't part of the plan."

I feel like when people talk about how life didn't go according to plan, it's more of a coping mechanism than anything. [CYNICISM UNLEASHED!] But no really, I guess we all just do what we want to do and hope for the best.

You know: My biggest regret is that I followed my heart. I really wish I did what made everyone happy. Is that bad?