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Name: Marilyn
Country: United States
State: Washington
Metro: Puyallup
Birthday: 12/13/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: I love Anime! (can u tell?) i love cartoons, (yes, i'm in high school and i still watch cartoons, there's nothing wrong with that!) i love videogames, (DDR and Super Smash Bros. being my favorites), i love to dance, play sports,(all of them) listen to music (rap, hip-hop, and r&b) and um..just be a normal teenager. um...and i'm planning on majoring in english/literature/creative writing and minoring in japanese/spanish (haven't decided yet).
Expertise: umm..(i think) i'm good at writing, drawing(anime only), and um...volleyball. semi-good at ddr, bomb-ass good at super smash brothers, making friends cheer up, and recalling names in movies and animes, but not in real life. i'm an amazingly good beta reader/editor of all writing. how? i do not know but many of my writing-interested friends frequently come to me to peer edit their work, as i do to them. (When it comes to my own work... i HATE rereading it/editing/etc. i honestly loathe it. don't know why, but i feel stupid later when my friends find like simple spelling/conventional errors in my writing...oops!
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
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MSN: marilyn2k143@hotmail.com
Member Since:
6/15/2004
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| Sorry about the hiatus. Have been rushing and scrambling with all these last minute tests and projects and requirements for graduation. It's like I can see the end of the tunnel...but they strap on extra weight to my back just to make the short walk harder and longer. *dies* Still. Let's see. What have I been doing?
New issue of the paper came out. Focus was on Porn. *squeals* We handled it maturely, as the content is amazing in it. Took to the national spring journalism convention, this year held in San Francisco. I was finally freed from my paranoid dad and allowed to go. We took a train down there. Flew back. Best 5 days ever. Got to cut school. Got to shop in downtown San Fran. Eat different foods, see more minorities than the white man. XDD I love that place. I just may move there...at the very least, I will revisit. Awesome shopping, found some great bargains! ^^ Oh, it was awesome.
Went to my journalism sessions. Some were good, some I slept through. That night there was a student dance. My journalism staff is lame and un-hip...they wanted to spend their Friday night IN THE HOTEL!! Me and Kaitlyn went over to the Hilton to partake in the dance, as we didn't want to waste time at our hotel. Dance was pretty good. Just as I thought it would be. Come on! It's full of journalism nerds. Majority of the people aren't dancing, or are nervous/noobs/scared/whatever else. The others who were dancing were grinding and whores. *sighs* Me and Kaitlyn just danced with each other, then more of our staff showed up, and it was all good. Oh! I found my future husband. This REALLY HOTT asian guy was dancing with effing glowsticks! *huggles glowstick dancers* And he was effing amazing. I wandered over and got lessons. ^_~ Then this girl in his staff, who was PRO at it, showed me too. I  her. They formed a dancing circle, and she owned him. She, is my new hero. I need to become more flexible and able in my dancing abilities...oh, and learn how to pwn with glowsticks. Although, according to her (and him) I'm pretty good for a noob. ^^ But dammit, why must all *good* Asian men be shy? I asked him to dance with me and he said I already was...with 'all of them', then he smiled/blushed and shyed away. Grr...
But when he was in the dancing circle, I was awed. He breakdances, he's good at it, HE'S TALL, he's EFFING HOTT WITH TWO T'S! Even Kaitlyn, who isn't attracted to Asian men at all and thinks they're all ugly was like, "HOMG DUDE HE WAS SO HOTT!" ^^ He = my future husband...nevermind the fact I'll never see him again, don't know what paper he writes for, what school he goes to, or what state he lives in...or his name...but yeah, we'll elope someday. ^_~
Saturday after sleeping through all 4 sessions, me, Kaitlyn, and Kassie skipped out of part of the last one and went out to the Fisherman's Wharf, aka tourist hot spot. We bought jewelry, took pictures, etc. So much fun. Best day of vac. ever. We found out what newspapers got the best of show awards. WE PLACED THIRD IN THE NATION!!  HOMG it was so awesome. Our rivals, Appleleaf, Orange & Black either didn't place, or placed lower than we did. ^^ And the Cardinal? That one Seattle paper who was on the train with us on our way to SF who felt the need to be annoying and diss on our paper right next to us while we were doing our AP homework? That one paper that never places or wins anything? That one paper that was telling each other how bad our paper was? Hah! Not even a peep. They didn't win a thing. Jerks. Later, our staff all ate dinner together to celebrate. Had shark for the first time. Good stuff. 
Sunday, went to the write-offs awards ceremony. I began hyperventilating, as I competed and did an on-site write-off on Friday in Commentary Writing. A form of writing that I have NEVER DONE BEFORE...EVER! And I had run out of time, and I forgot to put more information into it, and it sounded more feature-like than commentary-like. (Commentary is like a columnist. What they write is commentary, but with more personal input/life story into it.) Homg I sucked so bad. 
So, writing awards go as follows.
Honorable mention: Good beginning. Keep it up.
Excellent: WOW! Good stuff. You can write.
Superior: A writing genius. Only 10% of the entries are allowed to be here, and sometimes they don't award superiors to anyone if everyone massively sucked.
Since this is the National competition, all of these areas are harder to place in due to the ... you know, NATIONAL COMPETITION part.
What did I get? I was hyperventilating, a leg was shaking, and I was sqeezing Kassie's hand like none other while they were calling off the Honorable mentions, as that was what I was shooting for considering how much it sucked. They named off all the H.M.'s, and I didn't hear my name. I began to get watery-eyed, and my grasp on Kassie's hand was slackened. They began naming the Excellents, and I wasn't really listening. AND THEN THEY EFFING SAID MY NAME!!  Homg I got an Excellent in a writing form I had never practiced (or heard of) before in my life. It was amazing. I got up there, and wasn't even sure who to get the award from, and our photographer attempted to take a pic, but I was stupid and not looking up b/c I was dumbfounded. HOMG. Happiest moment ever. Yah, I cried anyways, but they were tears of joy. I shall frame it in all its gloriousness.
My first and last NATIONAL journalism convention, and I was granted to walk away with an award. YES!
Flew back to Seattle, gave my dad a SF coffee mug I bought him, and stepmom this cute napkin holder with SF stuff all over it...too bad she didn't say anything...or looked at it...she's still not talking to me. Yay./sarcasm.
W/e. I'll go to school tomorrow and squeal there. There's more, but this entry is way long already. *apologizes*
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| AGH! I'm drooling right now. Just got back from the WJEA conference/convention thingie. Went to a few seminars, learned new writing tidbits. Photography tips. Watched a few broadcast journalism clips. And, learned that in college, YOU GET PAID TO WRITE FOR YOUR SCHOOL PAPER!! *foams at mouth* OMFG! I just might do that...might. The stress is a key factor.
But, of those that partcipated in the write-offs, most journalists of my school walked away with an award. But, the biggest one BY FAR was the Best of Show Award for newsmagazine. We have held this title for 5 consecutive years. Last year, there wasn't a state competition because the Nationals were held in Seattle last year. (This year they're in San Francisco). But, it's still consecutive in my mind. This is year numbah six baby!
Upholding high school journalism, writing, photography, page design, and content to a high level of excellence...oh....fucking....ye-ah!
I'm so happy. Just hearing our name, amongst the 70 other high schools present, was just effing amazing. Who cares about the rest of the day. We're the best in the state of Washington! (again)
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This just may be the best day of my life...ever. First, I'm still down-right giddy inside about our school's newsmagazine being the best in the state. And now, I'm in school, studying my brain off for that chemistry test, and decided to take a break and check my email. Turns out, my mom sent me an email. What did it say? Oh, that she'll send me money for my two AP exams this May and other stuffs...like RECEIVING AN ACCEPTANCE LETTER FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF IOWA!!!!! Gahhh!
They were my number choice too. *Squeals uncontrollably* (Psst...and just between us...me being the lazy, procrastinator that I am, that was the only college I submitted a full of application too, letters and transcripts and SAT scores and all.) BUT DON'T DO IT! *points finger at all underclassmen friends*
The stress/worry was killing me. Highly recommend that you don't follow my example. But, there is no way that I can learn anything throughout today. I pretty much will just float around campus, smiling to everyone I see, hugging my favorite teachers who I love with every fiber of my being. Oh...extra huggles to the teachers that wrote me letters of recommendation!  *foams at the mouth*
*Sighs contentedly*
I'm done. I'm pretty much done. In less than 3 months...I'll be done. Free. No more high school. And, life after high-school is pretty much set and ready-to-go. Wow.
(It's kind of scary...in a good way! ^o^)
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This is the best day ever!
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| What? So I happen to have an addiction to dancing WHILE washing the dishes or cleaning the floor. Big deal! It's not like anyone is watching...
So, this past weekend I was in a super funky mood. Not funky as in, "Gawd...your B.O. smells FUNK-EH!" but funky as in, "Play that funky music, white boy!" Yeah, so I hacked into my dad's CD collection, and discovered a "100% Funk" CD was oddly spotlighted by the heavens, (accompanied with heavenly music and harps). So, giving into this phenomenon's request, I popped it in my laptop, burned the whole thing, and was hooked.
Every weekend I am forced to clean the kitchen and front hallway floor, as they are flat surfaces, whereas my house is carpeted in its entirety. (Excluding bathrooms, garage, etc.) So...sweeped its arse away, while keeping a "hip and jiving" step to it.
Pulled out the Pine-sol and water, bucket, and rag, and went off. Normally, this chore deterrs my mood for the rest of the day, but...since I had Rick James' "Superfreak" destroying my eardrums at the time...I didn't really mind. At points during my "cleaning", I found myself taken over by an uncontrollable force, an indescribable force that I couldn't put my finger on or explain. I gave in. And found myself...
DANCING MADLY! I was leaping like ballerinas in my practically empty living room. I did "triple axle jumps like Michelle Kwan" in my dining room. Looping around and finding myself on the hard floor of my kitchen, I began doing the running man. I pathetically James Brown-imitated on out of the kitchen towards my start point...the hallway. Precariously observing my bucket and "slippery" floor, I began to moonwalk from bucket to wall. At this point, "Get Down On It" was playing. At the lines, "A howya gonna do it if you really don't want to dance? By standing on the wall? Get your back up off the wall!"
Incorporating the lyrics into my dance routine, I sideways moonwalked over to my wall and began "bringing it on". I'll leave that to your own interpretation.
Funkytown came on. "Won't you take me to.....FUNKYTOWN!!!" I began verbally singing along at this point. I FORWARDS-MOONWALKED my way towards my front door, as if to leave my house for funkytown, belching all oxygen in my lungs as if to ask someone to take me to funkytown. I was quite into the whole thing, going from this side of the door, towards the opposite side that has a window to the outside world.
It was when I was in front of the window I was caught off guard. The doorbell rang.
I jumped in horror, shock, and embarassment.
Upon opening the door, I nervously smile at the UPS man as he hands me that one thing that you try to sign, but when finished, your signature looks like chicken scratch. Realizing the volume on my Spongebob CD player is at full blast and audibly heard from anyone within a 10 foot radius, (including the UPS man), I lowered the volume. After signing the...thing, and accepting the package, the guy off-handedly mentions that he has a few friends who are already in "Funkytown." In fact, they've never left since "back in his day".
Joy.
I close the door. Set down the package. And am overwhelmed with shame.
I didn't dance the rest of the day.
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| What a day. 
AP Government was uneventful. Well, we took notes on the House and Senate and Committees jobs and what-not. It was only interesting when we talked about "floor action" and "committee action". Heh heh, I love Mr. White. He makes the most boring classes entertaining. Then, we had Poetry Friday! Bates came in, during government, and read us a poem. Not as funny as usual, but...anything to distract me from our government.
Advisory, which is in the art room, was spent painting. Me and my advisee buds were bored and were like. "I want to paint!" We've sat in that classroom for three years and this thought never came across to us. How stupid are we? So now, whenever we have advisory, I am going to paint. I made a sunset today! First time try at painting! Turned out pretty well. Am quite proud.
Journalism. I finally told that one girl whom I interviewed before that I wouldn't be writing a story about her. No, I did not mention it was because she was uninteresting. I...actually lied. I said my editor thinks we should pick someone who's more involved in activities...that way we'll have a bigger word count...and it'll actually take up a page...blah. I smiled and consolidated and mourned for her. She was really nice about it. Not sure if that's because I was right there in front of her, but...whatever. It went smoothly. Finished interviewing the current featured student during her science class. They were doing a lab. I had to wear goggles while asking her questions. Multi-tasking...interesting. My other story for journalism is A River & Sound Review. It's this literary reading series my Creative Writing/AP Junior English teacher has started/is hosting. It was last night. I'll get into detail later. The school server crashed today...multiple times. Stress in the journalism room is high enough as it is since we are in deadline week. The servers crashing and people loosing half or portions of their edited/revised stories isn't helping.
AP Literature. We read and scored past AP Lit exams from actual past students. AP scorers always score with the "glass half-full" ideology. A LOT of those essays were terrible! And they did well! The one that I thought did the worse...got a 7! (Highest possible is a 9.) OMFG. I gave it a 4. The guy couldn't write in basic, formulaic english. He barely addressed the main prompt. He spends all his time showering his essay with big words he doesn't know how to spell or properly use, (he spelled the Titanic...Titance) and...GRAH!) I really hate overrated writing. I do.
Then, got home. Slept my butt off. Was so tired. Glad I did. Ate dinner. Had dad drop me off to Pierce College where the R&S Review took place. Interviewed the speakers. Listened in on the writing. (Good stuff.) And took pictures like none other with the $1500 digital camera. It's quite nifty. (I've never done on-the-spot photography before...I hope I did well.)
The review consists of three writers. One a student, one an upcoming writer, and one a published writer. Boy...did I hate my own writing hearing the last two read. The students' work was good too. I knew him, he was in my Creative Writing class. We all voted on who the one student should be who would present. I voted for Matt (long-time friend, journalism-buddy, and our own REALLY good comical columnist and movie reviewer)...but, Nathan Loveland won. And he did good! It was actually a lot of fun. All of you who didn't go...go next time! It was funny.
Arrived home. Am so tired. Wrote up a drabble for theavatar100 drabble challenge #40 - Cringeworthy. Am quite proud at its originality. Hopefully, everyone will cringe whe they read it.
This has got to be THE most boring post I have ever posted. I'll be shocked and amazed if anyone even bothers to comment this. *sighs*
I'm so glad it's the weekend. ¢¾
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| So...school. We're on deadline in journalism. Stressful. Time-consuming. Need I say more?
Lunch...was weird/funny. Me and Reshawna walked around during lunch to the breakdancing room. Near it, we found our friend Trixi taping hair to the hallway wall. Yes, it was her hair...it was long...it was fake. It came out. (She's black fyi). We come up to her, laughing at her and her silliness/spontaneousity (sp?) and then I take note of a long grouping of hair about 5 inches longer than the rest...that was about to fall out too. Reshawna pulled it out for her, (to which I got grossed out at...I don't know why! I'm black too! I'm use to fake hair and whatnot!) but...it got to me. Then, she had that connect to the taped hair on the wall. So, there's this long grouping of hair (about 9 inches long) taped to the wall...at the bottom of it is another twin...but on the floor. We walked away, distracted with each others company, when some students walked past the hair and were like, WTF? IS THAT HAIR!!??
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We burst out laughing. We decided to sit in the hallway and watch everyone's reactions. Some, scratch that, A LOT of people are quite oblivious to their surroundings. Others, we just laughed at. Facial expressions=priceless!
Then, Trixie being the weird/spontaneous person that she is, asks me if I've seen her boobs before. I respond, quite taken back, um...no. Then she flashed me! OMFG! Right there, in the hallway, in the middle of school, in the middle of lunch. Whoa! I was so surpised! And...disturbed. Not from them, I must say, they're very nice...but, she's my friend!! I mean, it's not like we're in the locker room changing, cuz then it'd be ok. It's someone I know! Who did it on purpose! For no reason at all! (Reshawna asks me, "Why are you so suprised? Haven't you seen porn before?" Um..yes. To be 17 years old and never see it would be pretty sad. But, I explained...porn contains sluts whom I will never meet in my life. This, is Trixie. Agh.
Then, (skipping over lots of stuffs)...aerobics. Lord...my arms, shoulders, thighs, buttocks...actually everything on me is sore right now. I sit down and am immediately taken over with this overwhelming feeling of sleeping...until I checked my email when I got home. Immediately distracted with my other life...the cyber one. (I sound like such a nerd.) Heh.
There's more...but this is already long...and I think I'm gonna let you guys continue on with your lives.
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