Cynicism and Oblivion

In the middle of nowhere and all i see around me is a field of grain... oh and big FAT cows... i think i've gone mad but then again it could just be all the cow manure i've inhaled going to my head.. or it could just be me.

i'll weasel my way into your heart

how do you tell someone you barely know (he was in highschool with me) but you know well online in that we im and leave messages on our myspace for each other occasionly that you really like them and want to get to know them better.

i don't know

but this guy is really cool and i want to somehow weasel my way into his life.

 

by: MalynLaReina at 05:08 | link | comments

such an emo day and it's mine the most emo-est day of my life

so i  started school and all of my friends left to differnet states for college.  out of my graduating class only two stayed behind in our hometown to go to college, one being be me and the other being the girl who sneezed in my chili once.  So clearly we're not going to be friends anytime soon, i mean would you be friends with someone who ruined a good bowl chili? I thought not. 

it's kind of weird to be the only one left behind.  when i'm on myspace they have all of these new friends from their school and not to sound too emo or anything but i hope that they don't forget about me.  I mean they call everyday but just the other day i was talking to my Ashley who's going to Brown and she was telling me that her boyfriend has asked that she only call him once a day, and that they only talk for 20 minutes.  They were my Johnny and June, sticking together through thick and thin, and now their only talking once a day for a maximum of 20 minutes?! i tell you, distance+long time= ruined relationships.

it'sso sad. okay i have to stop being so emo.

sorry about that. but hey we all have our lonely days. even you!

by: MalynLaReina at 16:33 | link | comments

my computer is broken. forever. it is very sad.

by: MalynLaReina at 19:39 | link | comments

the future i am

i officially have five more days of school and then i'm out.  then me and my clssmates join the working world and perhaps will slowly but surley take away all the old people's job.  by old people i mean 30's and up.  beuase after all by then you're no longer fresh, young, vibrant.  those description are for us, the kids that will soon graduate and become "the future" as i've heard many people say.  yep all your hopes are riding on us, "the future" and you wanna know what? we're only 17! or at least i am, and i am not ready to become the future.
 so just back off and stop brathing down my neck. capiche?

by: MalynLaReina at 21:08 | link | comments

i've come to the realization (through the help of some friends) that when i'm not happy i stop writing.

so, as you can cleraly see, my life has been a bit shitty these past few months.. mainly since january.. so i'm sorry.. and maybe when i dig myself out of all this crap, wipe myself off, and  take time to slow down and smell the roses i'll be able to write. i'm sorry once again.

<3 malyn

by: MalynLaReina at 21:35 | link | comments (1)

YOU GOTTA SEE THE BABY!!

by: MalynLaReina at 17:10 | link | comments (1)

i'm afraid. i'm afraid i'm growing up too fast. time is slipping from me like the grains in an hourglass.  like trying to catch the last few remaining specks before they hit the pile that is being made quickly. my past, my present, my future, all stare at me.  i don't want to face them. i want to have time stand still. i want to capture this moment and never let it go. if only it was as simple as tipping the hourglass on it's side and never having that last speck of sand hit the pile. if only.  but here we are, caught.  do we move forward into the unknow clouded future? or do we hold fast to the safe past as one holds onto their worn teddy bear when scared of the things that go bump in the night? "caught in the amber of the moment" i look foward and yet still cling onto the past. will i let go? will i finally put down that teddy bear and step forward into the unknow dark? i hope so. i really do.

by: MalynLaReina at 05:32 | link | comments

so anyways most recently i've joined that gym that everybody has joined. now i've been to gyms before and i'm a decent runner and biker so of course when i first got to my gym i was quite cocky because i was signing up with a friend who has no athletic ability. so there was i all tough looking and proud in my new gym attire that i went out and purchased. (no joke but my main place for shopping now is Finish Line (i know, i know, pathetic, what can i say- sweatpants are sooo cool)). so there was i, Miss Showoff, showing my buddy how to use all the equipment, and at the same time pointing out people who were doing something wrong (for example: eating a donut on a treadmill (i mean sure i can see your point of view- you'll just burn off the calories but it's a big not-uh to a jelly donut that is all sticky and yucky)). so i was running on the treadmill all big and bad when i'm like "pfft this is a piece of cake i guess i'm not that out of shape" so to make it harder for me i saw this little button that said incline. i looked over to the balding guy next me who was a bit porky and he was going like 8 incline at 2 speed (relatively low) so i decided that if he was on 8 i would go to a 10 incline and i was going to do 11 speed (bad decision) all of the sudden the machine starts tilting forward (or so it felt) and going crazy. but i was like "yeah i can handle this, it's just a challenge, no big deal" ha ha not. all of the sudden the machine tilted even more. and no joke, attempting to turn off the incline and make it normal i jabbed at the speed button making me go faster then normal. so i know i have mad muscles and basically i'm like Flash Gordon (fastest comic book man alive) but alas and alack it was on such short notice that i had no time to use my running abilities or stop the machine with my bare hands and what ended up happening instead is that the machine was going too fast uphill that i slipped gracefully.. er...fell off... er... yes.. i slipped gracefully off the machine. ubber embarrassing.. and i ended up sulking in the locker room the whole time after. so yeah all i have to say is beware of the treadmill, it attacks when it knows you're not paying attention...

by: MalynLaReina at 22:32 | link | comments

basically i'm a failure at life

so i failed my senior paper. *gasp* now don't think i'm a horrible student who knows nothing about comic books because i do. like i know that it was Platinum Age Flash meeting and entangling with Golden Age Flash that caused the Crisis of the Worlds issues in the 80's when virtually every superhero ever invented all died and all the worlds got blown up and they started all the comic heroes stories all over again so what happened really didn't happen (quite complicated their still working out the kinks 20 years later). so yeah, i'm pretty smart. so why did I, Marilyn Mora, a smart girl with a rather fine looking head on her shoulders fail her senior paper?

BECAUSE MY REFERENCE PAGE WASN'T IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER.... of all the things to fail someone for it's that. not because i handwrote my title page two seconds before i turned it in or because i forgot the MLA style or because I turned it in 5 minutes late, but because it wasn't in ALPHABETICAL ORDER..

you know that's probably why i didn't get hired at either McDonalds or Burger King (yeah that's right, i applied and they rejected me, how pathetic is that) clearly i wasn't hired because my references weren't in alphabetical order. clearly. i can just see the manager sitting at her desk one night with a cup of Newman's all natural coffee "okay we have Su Young a foreign Vietnamese girl who's 14 which means she can only work under 20 hours a week and doesn't speak English and then we have uh.. marilyn mora who is an A-B student and is 17 which means she can work more then 20 hours and oh she speaks English what do you know! oh and Spanish too! okay we're defin- oh wait.. oh too bad... her references aren't in alphabetical order, oh too bad, she was so close" and then the lady rights in big red pen REJECTED! and hires Su Young. yep. that's definitely how it went down. most definite.

nobody told me i had to have it in alpha. order. Not only that but this teacher who's been out to get me since 5th grade when i snuck up on her and another teacher making out (they got in trouble (and it was really gross because she's not a bad looking woman and she was kissing this really old beer belly teacher (who also doesn't like me))) ended up grading my paper.. so most obvious that i wasn't going to pass. most obvious. and to make matters worse she scribbled all over my paper in red pen and made notes like "does DC stand for something?!" where in the sentence before i wrote "DC stood for detective comics starting with the Batman series" stupid note stuff like that. ooh and what really got my blood boiling is she didn't write "No Pass" like you're suppose to, she wrote FAIL in beg bold red letters, not only on the grading sheet but across the actually paper itself. oh and that's not even the worse part, get this, to add insult to injury she made an exclamation point: so it was like this FAIL!

PFFFTTT I'LL FAIL YOU, I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT FAIL REALLY MEANS WHEN I BLOW UP THE SCHOOL! HUH? WHO FAILED NOW? HUH?! HUH?!

....er something like that..... you know... when i go speak to my teacher advisor..... i'll mention something like that.. not quite like that... but you get the gist...

but in all honesty i was just very angry the whole entire day, and to make matters worse i went out and bought some lollipops to make me feel better but the first lollipop i opened was all faded and crinkly and half eaten. oh alas and alack.. the day could not get much worse.. oh but it did. after i went to McDonalds afterschool and guess who they hired. Su Young (i don't know if that's her actual name but oh well) a little Vietnamese girl who was like in 8th grade and can't speak any English and doesn't know that you tie a garbage bag when you are carrying it. so what happened was she was taking out the trash and all across the parking lot McDonalds trash and cups and wrappers were floating around because she didn't know how to tie a garbage bag. someone had to explain in very simple words to this girl that you have to tie a bag so the trash doesn’t fly out. and then they had to show her how to tie a bag. in all seriousness it took 2 people to teach this girl this simple life lesson. and they hired her. not me. right. it makes so much sense. life is just sooo fair. well i say pppffftt.

by: MalynLaReina at 14:40 | link | comments

so my mum told me to "go clean your room" and you know i did, i set the thing in action walking all the way up the stairs, opened the door, looked about the room, blinked, closed the door and proceeded to go downstairs to turn on the computer.. because the way i see it is that usually when i attempt to clean my room I just arrange things in nice piles, and then i think to myself that it’s clean, but in reality that just allows more space for other trash and stuff to fill in. so slowly but surely somehow my room will be cleaner then if i actually attempt to clean it and then that way i am cleaning it, get it? Well don’t hurt yourself.. k?

The whole putting- things- in- piles- is- it- really- cleaning- I’m- too- tired- to- actually -go- clean- my room- problem could all go away with a:

serf n : a member of a servile class bound to the land and subject to the will of the landowner -- serfdom n

 

So I know slavery is wrong and old-fashioned. I don't want a slave. iwant a serf. sure you might say "well it's the same thing" but it really isn't. i have no definite reasons why it's not but you should just take my word for it. k?

A serf could really help me out with all the little things: like cleaning and cooking and carrying my lunch to school for me..

But mostly, I just want to be able to say I have a serf. The ultimate conversation piece.

Ahh wouldn’t that be life… alas and alack it’s not and I actually do have to go upstairs to my room to clean it.. Sooner.. or later. And please make no judgments, don’t think that my room is always oh- so- yucky because in reality it’s really not.. Just a couple of cereal boxes strewn about with clothes here and there, a couple of pizza boxes and old Living sections of the newspaper scattered about.. That’s about it really.. . And it’s only like this because I’ve been overwhelmed with life..

Lets see besides running around like a wild banshee scrambling to make 50 hours each month, I’ve been sick for a million years.. or a week, have had a ton of hw (no, like literally a ton.. My backpack has broken twice), school, and going to cheerleading competitions.. All these things take up time..

And I know what you must be thinking “if you have no time what are you doing wasting your time at cheerleading competitions???” well in the end miz convinced me to go, and oh the ironies.. Get this.. People cheering on cheerleaders…

Seriously though, it was packed and people are fanatics… there was some sort of cult with over-aged soccer moms wearing yellow shirts chanting: It takes a small town to raise a champion, go BFA!- sitting right next to me, and one of the cult members with her over serial killer eyes looked over at me and asked me if I wanted a shirt, and I politely said no and scooted over to the blue t-shirt cult that was rooting for BHS because they seemed much more nicer, they had hats. And the cheerleaders were mad as well, it was lunch time and there was a line of food and you could see the line of cheerleaders adding up how much calories they were allowed to eat versus the amount of calories they were actually going to eat. Mad, the lot of them.. In the end though it was fun because a cheerleader didn’t land right and she broke her nose. And as much as I hate cheerleaders I did feel sorry for her because I hear it’s hard to get blood out those white sweaters…

But yes enough reminiscing of cheerleader competitions i have to go clean my room…

by: MalynLaReina at 22:56 | link | comments (1)