Minor Celebrity

Apparently, my CCOC teacher searches his own name on yahoo. Inflated ego, right? Well he also types in CCOC and videos and what have you, and apparently he came up with a video I made for CCOC for my machinima, and found his way to my youtube page from there.

You know that feeling of embarassment when your mother walks in on you “choking it”? Yeah, well in class he announced today that we have a minor celebrity in class. Then he talked about searching his name online and so I naturally figured it was himself he was talking about. When he said he found a CCOC student with 77 videos, I started to worry.

I worried even more when he said the scripting was good (because then it HAD to be me, geez and I thought he had the inflated ego, oh well, guess we all do, not a bad thing) and that it made him laugh. Then he pointed at me and said, “It’s Mark.” You know that feeling of embarassment when your mother walks in on you “choking it”? Yeah, well, I think I just got caught with my pants down in class.

I told him I’d get him for this one.

Let’s hope he doesn’t start his car later today.

MW

Oil Spills Are Romantic

I love fridays.
I hate mondays.
Sundays suck.

The rest of the days of the week are inferior as far as I’m concerned. They’re just placeholder days for new tv episodes of tv shows. So I could hate all of this theoretically, every day of the week I could hate, but the interesting part is I don’t. I like tuesdays, wednesdays and thursdays. Fridays are great because then it’s the weekend, so everybody’s jolly on Fridays, except those freak kids who like school. I wanna kick them in the shins, then point at them and laugh. Mondays suck because you have to get into the groove mode for the next 4 days until it’s Friday again. Sundays suck because you know, no matter what you do all day, that in the back of your head is a nagging realization that you either HAVE TO go to work/school the next day.

This Friday however, may be as weird as Sunday or Monday is. Not that it’s BAD or anything, but I’ve agreed to go up to San Francisco with the women I (insert mooshy feeling here) to help clean up the oil spill. Sure, I’d like to help clean up the environment, but I have to be honest, which is terrible but honesty always gets me the WRONG things and leads me into pure trouble. It has the OPPOSITE effect lying does. Weird. But I have to be honest, yes, I’d LOVE to help clean up the environment and the animals and beach, but it’s a 50/50 thing. Because as much as I am up for doing that, I’m also doing this to spend time with her.

Cleaning up an oil spill.

That’s romantic.

Nothing like a little toxic waste to help your romantic life.

Well, in the end it may be totally worth it, so.

MW

Hired By A Doctor

That basically sums up my day.

Alright, I’ll fill you in. I got up at 10:30 to take a shower, left at 11:00 to get to Oakland for a doctor appointment at 1:00.

I arrived at 1:15, my mom didn’t know where she was going. Point is, the funny thing about it is this, my doctor looked like the lovechild of Chris Elliot and Dave Attell, which I guess would make their lovechild David Cross. Point is, he looked like all through of those guys put together, like, have you ever seen the movie “The Fly”? And the guy gets put into a teleporter with a Fly and then their bodies become one, it was like if that movie had featured those 3 guys and they all went into the same teleporter and got put into one. Their name would be Christopher Dave Cross. Interesting enough.

Anyway, when I got there, he attached this black thing to my head. I felt like I was sitting in an electric chair, and then he started asking me a bunch of questions, one of which is “What do you do?” I replied to him with the same answer I do to everybody when they ask me that question.

“I eat, poop and breath.”

Sadly, he wanted more.

So I told him I sleep too.

That, also, didn’t satisfy him. So after that, I told him that I went to school, stayed at home, am a minor web celebrity and that’s when he started asking me if I have a myspace account. I told him I do, despite how much I despise the site, and I told him I only use it for my work to get noticed because it’s such a social network. He began to tell me about this website he had been working on for about 3 years which had finally opened up as a beta so people could check it out, but he’s so “old” he doesn’t know how to program or set up a myspace account, so he hired me.

That’s right. Christoper Dave Cross hired me to make him a myspace account, and now he’s going to pay me. I, Mark, am officially, and internet prostitute, I will do things for people that require internet use as long as they pay me.

I also dogwalk, so if you ever need somebody to watch yer pup, I’m the guy.

MW