So, big surprise to everyone. I wasn’t completely miserable on VD. (I call it VD on purpose). Anywho, I saw a hockey game, then went to IHOP with Jim, Pat, and Dan and had one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time. I got to thinking though. Does anybody remember when VD used to be really awesome. Like back in the day when we were kids, VD kicked ass. You got to make cardboard mailboxes and pimp the shit out of them. Then you’d get half a day off to have a party for your class. Also, you get a shit ton of candy! It was great. And the cards you got were the shit! TNMT, Power Rangers, Doug, I had ‘em all. Then we all grew up and VD became the most miserable fuckin day in the world. We started thinking girls weren’t gross anymore and it all went to hell. Fuck I wish I was 8 again. A part of me still is. That’s why I went and bought me some kickass Dora the Explorer valentines. So for anyone who reads this, you can bomb over to my room at any time and I’ll give you a Dora the Explorer valentine! Because they say, “Hey, you’re awesome! Here’s Dora and Boots to show you how I feel.” It’s much more awesome than flowers cause valentines don’t die! Flowers do! Dora and Boots are gonna keep on smiling at you forever.
Jewish? Friday, Feb 13 2009
Uncategorized 10:55 pm
Hey all,
So I had somewhat of an interesting conversation today. Apparently some family history of mine was dug up recently. Turns out I’m a quarter Jew. Apparently, back in Nazi occupied Poland, back in the day, my relations when asked were like “Oh, we’re uh…jew…no….Catholic! We’re Catholic and blond!” So there it is. It makes a lotta sense. I mean, it doesn’t change anything. I’m still a half-assed Catholic. Only, I also apparently killed Christ as well so my guilt is doubled. Also, I’m very funny and very whiny. That just shouts Jewish to me. Now I can take my seat among the immortal ranks of Adam Sandler, Seth Rogen, Jon Stewart, and Sammy Davis, Jr. So let the Jew jokes begin!
Shalom,
Marc “Meshuganah” Zakrzewski-Liebowitz
thoughts Wednesday, Feb 11 2009
The Blog 7:27 am
So, this is probably going to be completely random since I have no real plan on what to write about. I just know I haven’t updated this thing in awhile and apparently I’m beginning to garner fans (according to my stats). Nothing much new. Blink’s back! God, that’s a good feeling. I don’t know if people realize how big of a deal that is for me. This is more important to me than my graduation. I can’t name a bigger moment since 2005 when they broke up (which was probably the saddest day of my life). So yeah, that’s left me in a good mood. You can obviously see that with the past few posts.
I finished the first episode of the show I work on. That was satisfying. I put in around 40 total hours on that so I guess I do have some sort of ambition. Besides writing stupid blogs.
I started a full workout this week. Now maybe I’ll stop looking like a fat piece of shit. Apparently girls go for the cute guys. I can’t do much about my face, but I can fix my body. Still, I do maintain that ugly guys try harder. So all the single ladies who want a ring put on it, try ugly guys. (I apologize for how that last statement was worded….but I digress). We’re just so grateful that you’d throw us a bone, we’d be completely and totally devoted to you. Plus, we try to do everything possible to make you happy so you’d never have to leave. Cause odds are, we won’t get another chance. The fuckin pretty boys will just get bored with you after awhile. It doesn’t matter to them if you’re happy or not because those motherfuckers can just go out and find another girl. They don’t have to work for anything. Fuckin bastards. (My God, Valentine’s Day puts me in a bitchy mood).
I watched “Role Models” over the weekend. Holy shit that is a funny movie. It may be my favorite movie of all time now. I couldn’t stop laughing. Paul Rudd is a genius. I’ve been campaigning that idea for a few years now. Go see the movie and you’ll agree. It’s brilliant.
I hate to say it, but I am becoming a Taylor Swift fan. I can’t help it. I mean, I’ve always been into angry girl music. Way back to the days of Lisa Loeb and Natalie Imbruglia to Paramore, Lily Allen, Katy Perry, and even the Spice Girls. I feel like I can justify that. But I’m sort of ashamed of my enjoyment that I get from Taylor Swift music. I can take comfort in the fact that she’s at least funny. Did you see her SNL with Neil Patrick Harris. She played a pissed off “Little Orphan Annie”. That was great.
Fuck you, I think Dane Cook is funny.
My best friend as of late has been Youtube. Lately, I’ve found my free time has been spent surfing viral videos. Have you seen David visits the Dentist? Nothing funnier than a little kid high on laughing gas. Also check out Natalie Imbruglia Mime. Also funny.
I sometimes miss waiting tables. I was damn good at it. It’s nice to know you’re damn good at something. I think that’s why I miss waiting tables.
I can’t sleep during full moons.
I think that’s enough random thoughts. Mostly because that’s the only thought I could think. I’m going to start doing drugs. Maybe that’ll make me normal. Worth a shot.
Marc “Paul” Zakrzewski
Still shaking and can’t think straight so here’s another blink song! Monday, Feb 9 2009
Uncategorized 8:26 pm
DYSENTERY GARY
Got a lotta heartache
Hes a fucken weasel
His issues make my mind ache
Wanna make a deal
Cause I love your little motions
You with your pigtails
What a nice creation
Worth another night in jail
Hes a player, diarrhea giver, trying to grow his hair out
‘Cause his friends were listening to Slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights
Life just sucks, I lost the one
I’m giving up
She found someone
Theres plenty more, girls are such a drag
So all you little ladies
Be sure to choose the right guys
You’ll come back to me maybe
Ill shower you with lies
Got a lotta heartache
Hes a fucken weasel
Decisions make my mind ache
Want to make a deal
Ease away the problems and the pain
The girl chose the guy that makes you want to kick and scream
All along, you wish that she would stay
Fuck the guy who took her and ran away
Hes a player, diarrhea giver, tried to grow his hair out
When friends were listening to slayer
I would like to find him Friday night
Hanging out with mom trying on his fathers tights
Life just sucks, I lost the one
Im giving up
She found someone
Theres plenty more, girls are such a drag
Fuck this place, I lost the war
I hate you all
Your moms a whore
Wheres my dog?, cause girls are such a drag
It’s what makes life worth living…. Monday, Feb 9 2009
Lady Love 5:09 am
I’m out of original thought so here’s a blink 182 song Sunday, Feb 1 2009
The Blog 6:50 pm
Wasting Time
I’m wasting time thinking about a girl
And stealing her away from her world
She and I would run away
I think of all the things that I’d say
We’d talk about important things
And I picture it in my dreams
She’d teach me about modern art
And I’d show her it’s okay to fart and
Maybe I’d impress her
By being in a band and
Maybe if I act real tough
She’d let me hold her hand and
Maybe I’ll win her heart
By writing this song about her
Sometimes I sit at home and
Wonder if she’s sitting at home
Thinking of me and wondering if I’m
Sitting at home, thinking about her
Or am I just wasting my time
Remembering how she laughed at Kinko’s
When I made fun of that guy
Remebering the look she gave me
When I told her that I used to fry
I really want to ask her out
But my ego could never take it
And even if I got the balls
You know that the Cougar would never make it
And in my town you can’t drive naked
And maybe I’d impress her
By being in a band and
Maybe if I act real tough
She’d let me hold her hand and
Maybe I’ll win her heart
By writing this song about her
Sometimes I sit at home and
Wonder if she’s sitting at home
Thinking of me and wondering if I’m
Sitting at home, thinking about her
Or am I just wasting my time
Am I just wasting my time
Am I just wasting my time
Am I just wasting my time
Wasting my time thinking about a girl
“UG – The Lost Story” or “My Big Mistake?” Thursday, Jan 29 2009
Regrets 1:39 am
First of all, I love me some Rocky and Bullwinkle, so I honor that show with this entry’s title. So I’ve found myself in a storytelling mood as of late. My last blog told you of UG, plus I wrote a script this past week and a short story for a class. Well this blog will continue with the storytelling kick that I’m on. This isn’t a story that I’m proud of though. But as I said before, this blog is my life, good and bad, pride and shame, quick and dirty.
A little preamble for this story. Do you ever have parts of your life that you just completely block out. Maybe, you block it out for years. And then one day, something triggers that in you and it all comes roaring back. Well, I had that today. And since this story ties in so well with my last, I figure I should share it with you.
I am not proud of myself. I entered college as a stupid freshman. I’m still stupid to an extent, but I’ve learned a few lessons since my freshman year. This is one I regret not knowing at the time.
I told you about how we met UG at Domerfest in my last blog. Well she wasn’t the only girl that we met that night. Actually, she had a group of friends with her. Now my memory is fuzzy on some of this, but I remember that my group and her group ended up going to Recker’s after Domerfest. On this trip and while there, I had a very nice conversation with one of the girls. We actually had a lot in common. She was a fan of blink 182, she actually played bass guitar, and her and I were basically able to recite all the dialogue from Zoolander. Looking back, she may have been the perfect girl. But I did nothing.
Now, I’ve chickened out many times before. In fact, I make a regular showing of chickening out when it comes to girls. Hell, even tonight I found myself taking a longer route to avoid running into a girl that I kind of like. That’s how big of a chicken I am. However, I’ve never thought of myself as a jerk. In fact, one thing that keeps me going is that I tend to pride myself on being the “nice guy” with girls. I’m no catch, I understand. But if and when that magic day happens where for some reason a girl seems to take an interest in me, I can almost guarantee that I would be a kickass boyfriend. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, ugly guys try harder. And there will never be a guy that tries harder than me. I can pretty much guarantee that.
So I think that’s why I had this story blocked from my memory until today. See, I entered my freshman year with nothing but piss and vinegar. I thought that I was finally done with that high school bullshit. I’d be a college guy now. I’d be in a place where there are more than 10 girls to choose from. (I came from a very small town, remember.) So the girls in UG’s gang were the first girls that I met while in college. So me showing my true pigheadedness, became a jerk. I found myself more interested in UG than I was in the perfect girl. (And to further prove my point, I don’t remember her name! That’s how big of an ass I was!) I thought I was hot shit. So my reasoning was, I’m going to take my options. Perfect girl was cool, but I thought I could do better. I have been paying for that decision every single minute of every single day since then. Because I found out that UG had zero interest in me. Not only did UG have zero interest in me, but every girl that I’ve found myself crushing on since then has had zero interest in me.
So, in summation, I completely blew off the only girl in the past few years that had any interest in me. Yeah, it’s a depressing story. It was a part of me that I am not proud of, that I do not like, that I have spent every day since fighting. The point is, I changed for the better because of my mistake. I won’t make that mistake again. I go through my share of shit. But everybody goes through their share of shit so I don’t think I’m special. I’m lucky actually. Because I take the shit I go through and I turn it into a story. Someday, I’ll make a career out of those stories. This is just another part of my story. This was the lost part until today when I saw her on campus. It was the first time in two years since I’ve seen her. She was with her boyfriend. They were holding hands. She’s happy.
The End?
(See what I did there? Rocky and Bullwinkle style!)
Goodbye UG Friday, Jan 23 2009
The Blog 4:37 am
This is a sad time for me. Now I’ve gone through my share of shit. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I realize that there are people who have it far worse than I do. But I’m just saying, I have bad days just like the rest of us. In times of despair , there are certain things that I can count on that will get me through the day. No matter what happens, I know that my parents love me, my friends will be there for me, and that I will never understand a single thing that Charo says. (It’s a 70′s reference, people. Look it up.) One more thing that I know I could count on was the fact that I will see a certain person every single day that I am on the Notre Dame campus. That is, until now.
I’ve mentioned her before to my friends. We’ve all come to affectionately refer to her as “Ubiquitous Girl” or “UG”. Now there’s a story behind UG. My freshman year at Domerfest, my roommates and I met a group of girls that we found to be enjoyable company. We stood around and talked with these girls for over an hour. There was one of those girls that I found myself a little bit taken with. Her name was Lauren, she lived in PW, and she was from South Bend. Her and I discussed a number of topics and neither of us seemed bored or disgusted by the other. Or so I thought. Three weeks later, I ran into Lauren in the dining hall. Naturally, I did what I thought was customary when meeting new people. I smiled at her and said “Hi Lauren”. Apparently that was the incorrect move. She stared at me as if she had never seen me before. She never said a word, she just kept on walking. But it was her stare that really threw me off. It wasn’t only that she didn’t seem to remember me. There was some hatred behind those eyes. I, to this day, do not know how I offended her. It’s one of the great mysteries in my life that still crops up once in awhile in my deepest, darkest dreams.
The cruel irony of ironies is that every single day that I left the dorm that year, I would see her. This is not an exaggeration. We ate lunch at the same time. We ate dinner at the same time. Our classes were such that we would pass each other on the sidewalk going to and from class. Sophomore year got even worse. I would see her sometimes two or three times a day. She never once acknowledged my existence. No glances, no hellos, no smiles, no waves. Then last semester, my existence was finally confirmed to me. I was walking back from LaFun and I passed her on the sidewalk. She looked up, met my eye, smiled, and said hello. I looked around, thinking she was talking to somebody behind me. There was nobody there. There was a squirrel, but she doesn’t seem to be one to talk to squirrels. And although that fact is unfortunate for her, it was beneficial to me as she could only be talking to me. It was one of the top ten surprises of my life. I figured at this rate, by the time we are 110 years old, we will finally speak a full paragraph to each other. The next day, when I saw her, I once again was invisible.
Sadly, these rendezvous are no more. I have not seen her once in the two weeks I’ve been here this semester. I can only assume she is gone. I am guessing she went abroad but I have no proof of that. It is very unsettling to let go of something you’ve held true to for so long. However, I am a fighter. I will get through this. Do not cry for me. I’ve already cried enough for all of us.
So goodbye, Ubiquitous Girl, wherever you are (hopefully not in Milwaukee),
That guy you met once but you don’t remember.
I like you Wednesday, Jan 21 2009
Lady Love 12:51 am
It’s true. I like you. If you read this, I like you. Not in a “let’s get married” kinda way. I’m not gay, but I am supportive. Also, for the one girl who reads this, you can do so much better than me. But nonetheless, I like you. I don’t always act like it. In fact, I rarely act like it. I’m not good at being nice. I’m much funnier when I act like an ass. Plus, when I’m nice to people, they always seem to suspect me of being up to no good. I’ve never had a positive experience being nice to people. Cause once in awhile, I do have to bust out the niceness. But since it’s so pent up, it usually comes out in one giant act of kindness that seems way over the top and most likely is. Like giving people a bunch of t-shirts with my face on it, or buying pizza for 12 people, or dishing out the occasional flower. I’m the romantic type at heart. It’s true. Yeah, I’m a sarcastic, bitter, piece of crap most of the time, but deep down, I go apeshit for a good love story. I usually don’t talk about it though. I write it down. I was once so worked up that I sat down and in and hour and a half, I had fourteen pages full of my story. I’ve got a lot more written down. It’s kind of creepy, really. I could very well end up being a psycho stalker killer. But for now, I just enjoy a good love story. Someday, I’ll write one. Hell, someday I might have one. For now, I’ll be the weird looking, speech slurring, semi-fat kid who acts like he’s better than everyone else by hurling a ton of sarcastic attacks at everyone I meet. It still doesn’t mean I don’t like you.
Peace,
McZ
First Week Thursday, Jan 15 2009
Uncategorized 6:41 pm
So it’s kinda funny for me the first week of every semester. You get the classes where everyone kinda feels each other out. The teacher will ask a question and there’s usually a 10 to 20 second pause until somebody speaks up with an answer. Nobody wants to be the answer guy cause then you’re stuck with that the rest of the year. I love that. I love sticking some poor bastard with that designation. I’m a sick person.
I also like seeing people that you haven’t seen in forever. People who were gone last semester and are now back. People that you know you’re going to be seeing all the time now and have to adjust to that. They come in all shapes and sizes. I’ve assembled a bit of a list of these people. See how many you can figure out.
The friend you kept in touch with
The friend you didn’t keep in touch with
The guy you didn’t realize was ever abroad til you saw him
The guy you really don’t want to see
The guy that never went abroad and was here last semester but you wish to Christ he was gone
The overly good looking Brazilian guy that you kinda hate even though you’ve never met him
The black guy that never talks to you
The other black guy that talks to you but has no idea what your name is
The cute girl that smiles at you
The cute girl that ignores you
The cute girl that actually talks to you for some reason
The girl that got one helluva good tan
The girl who needed to get a good tan
The girl who is so incredibly good looking that only two people are allowed to talk to her
The guy who is so incredibly good looking that you just want to beat him with a shovel
The guy that thinks you’re friends even though you haven’t talked to him in 8 months
The guy that you think you are pretty good friends with but he hasn’t talked to you for 8 months
That one guy with the funky haircut
The guy from somewhere in Europe that nobody understands
The girl from South America who only speaks Spanish
The girl who for God knows what reason only wears tank tops, even when it’s 3 degrees out
The guy in the shorts
The Canadian
And many more….
