Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in Marcus o' the wisps' LiveJournal:

Monday, June 14th, 2004
9:53 am	In the immortal words of Ozzy Osbourne, "Momma, I'm comin' home". Bags are packed, flight is confirmed. Yup. See all ya'll fuckers soon. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 18th, 2004
1:05 pm	dos para uno So, last night was my last in Barca. I figured it would be a good idea to have some fun. First off, I had couple pints in the hostel, played some pool, hung out with the guys who shared my room. After that Peter and I decided to walk around the plaÇa and cool down a bit. After a few minutes, Colby and Danny came down and we decided to go to a bar. We checked out a british bar, had some tequila shots (and a red bull and vodka, which kicks fucking ass) and listened to a pretty good jazz band that was playing. Afterwards we went to a couple different Irish pubs and had a handful of pints. Probably could have nailed a cute Brit called Liz, but decided against it. Peter decided to call it a night at about 3:30, but Colby, Danny and I went to another bar for last call. After that, at about 4, we walked down the Rambla to the waterfront and ended up getting into an intense religious debate.. yeah, I dont know. Colby being agnostic, Danny an Atheist and myself a Christian, all three of us being pretty bright made for a great argument; I dont know if that was aided by the drunkeness or in spite of it. At about 15 to 5 we started walking back up the Rambla to the hostel. All four of us left today; myself north, Colby east, Peter south, Danny west. Give me the North wind. So with a grand total of maybe 3 hours or sleep, I'm now off to Huesca for two nights and then home. And how are you? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 20th, 2004
2:20 pm	Sunday I met the Braunschweig`s. They seem like good people. I also met Dale Braunshwieg`s daughter, Corrine. I really lucked out on the daughters bit of this deal. Corey is fucking gorgeous, in a glamorous, intimidating way. Monday I had to work at their house, so I took the train into Zurich, wandered around until I found the tram, took that to the waterfront, got lost, found the right bus, took it to Rushlikon where the Braunschweigs live, got lost for an hour or so until I finally found their house. I had hardly enough time to rest a bit and talk to Dale and then Barbi picked me up and we went to see Mystic River on a comically tiny theatre screen. That movie is great, I highly recommend it. Today I bought a one-month train pass, so I can get lost more efficiently. I`m beginning to get a feel for Zurich, and I like it. The sound of the cobblestones at night is charming, I say this at the risk of sounding like a brochure. The people are all headed in different directions, but are noticably considerate if slowed down. Most are in a hurry, but no-one rushes. Also, my unhealthy enamorment with Katie continues. The causes for this are obvious. Barbi expects me to do all my work, Stefan expects me to entertain him, etc, but Katie expects nothing of me. But its not that simple..or maybe I mean its not that complicated. She`s just a lovely girl. I can hardly keep a smile off my face when I`m around her, and if you`ve known me in person for any amount of time, that`s pretty fucking rare. I suppose in my situation, given my disposition, and infatuation like this had a good chance of happening, but I could have done a lot worse, and probably not much better. (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, January 16th, 2004
2:11 pm	The Swiss hate you So, I`m in Switzerland. Remember in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy when he talks about the sense of distance from one`s home? There`s definitely something to that. I didn`t sleep on the plane more than two hours, partly because I was too wired to sleep and partly because I wanted to see all the things from the plane. It was still dark when I passed over Greenland, but the Moon was bright. Now that is something to see. Miles and miles of towering ice, with one or two lights on the ground from one of the few small towns on the island. The sunrise over the Atlantic was impressive. We flew in over northern Scotland in the morning. I didn`t see much of London, just what I saw from the plane, and Heathrow Airport through a veil of disipating sanity caused by lack of sleep. The Zurich airport is a lot like the city: quiet, calm, new and very, very rich. After Barbi picked me up, we got Stefan, who`s 12 I believe and came home. He`s a pretty cool kid. He likes hockey and the Lord of the Rings, so we`re getting along nicely. Speaking of it, I just found their copy of LOTR; a Second Edition box set, probably worth several thousand dollars. Katie, who`s 21, seems very cool, and is quite cute. She`s studying English Lit., likes pretty nearly the same music as I do, and is an artist. At the moment I`m using her laptop in her room and admiring one of her paintings on the wall, a female nude. With Barbi being and English teacher and Katie studying Lit. there are more books than I can read in this house. They have Orwell I haven`t read, and pretty much every book I could imagine I`d like to read. Aside from the momentary bouts of panic, which I ascribe to Douglas Adam`s theory, I`m feeling good about this. Tomorrow I`ll meet Dale, the other mother I`ll be working for, Kevin, her son, and his sister, about Katie`s age. After that, I`ll be getting a train pass and maybe Sunday I`ll go into Zurich and look around. As soon as I can I want to travel. Germany and Poland are high on my list, but Spain will probably be first. Also, I had better get some tearful emails from you bastards saying how much you miss me, or no chocolate for you when I come home. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 11th, 2004
9:26 pm	Roads go ever on. Tomorrow, shopping. Tuesday, driving for a fuckload of hours, and then flying for a fuckload of hours. I'll update as soon as I can. I don't know when I'll be able to use the computer at the house, so it might be an internet cafe in a few days. If you've got anything terribly important to say, now would be good. Wish me luck. P.S. Those who didn't add this journal are cockbites. If you are reading this, rest assured, you are not a cockbite. Though you may yet be a jackwipe. (5 Comments |Comment on this)