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Name: Maylin K. M.
Birthday: 11/17/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: If it's pretty, I might like it. If it's funny, I'll probably laugh. If it's interesting, I'll be interested.
Expertise: Typing; staring at myself in the mirror for long periods of time, and as a result of that being really good at making faces.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  impish0hobbit
Member Since:
1/4/2004
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| It's the time that reflects the time that I last wrote. Only this time, it's different. I have different papers due that I will mis-format this time, and I just feel like a different person today. Maybe because I googled my name and found some strange results. Maybe yesterday was just that weird and uncharacteristic. I'm inclined to attribute to the latter.
I should be writing papers. Or sleeping in. Today, though, I have an interview thing for something else I won't get paid for. I need to get a job. In the meantime, this thing I'm applying for is in ministry, and it's something I want to be involved in to put myself to trial. I don't want my college career to end with classes. I want to pursue opportunities and utilize or practice the skills I'm supposed to be learning now. More so than my involvement in the Point magazine. That really didn't involve much, and while I like seeing my name on the byline, I want something more out of life. Can you blame me?
Later today I'm going to play basketball. I am terrible at the game. This also could be due to two reasons: 1) I never enjoyed the game that much when I played in junior high or 2) I haven't played since junior high. I think that was junior high age. My P.E. years...
What is awesome, though, is that my friends and I go out almost every night to play volleyball on the sand court. Two-on-two is ideal, but often it's more like six-on-six, with people rotating in and out. I've discovered a new competitive streak in myself that other people probably don't like. Do I take the game too seriously? It's just, I'm playing, and I want my team to win... and yes, I know we're all out there to have fun, but isn't a little trash-talk fun? Just a little? So I'm trying this new thing, where I don't apologize for making a mistake, I don't yell "OVER, OVER, OVER!!!" when someone is about to miss hitting the ball over the net, and on my serves I won't yell our winning score quite so loudly. We'll see how that goes.
Now I'm off to my interview. Then I'll come back and watch another Miyazaki film, or maybe just something on Hulu. But I'm really into Miyazaki right now, and cliche as this may sound, Howl's Moving Castle is my favourite.
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| I'm bored. And terribly unclever. This would be a good time to end the post.
But... I just finished revising my 10-12 page paper, went to turn it in, and on the way to the office found I had mis-formatted my footnotes. Not all of them, but some. I forgot to space down. That's all. Just one key on my keyboard would have made the difference. I'm sure that's not the only problem, but it's the one I noticed. Whoops.
So last night there was this really cool event thing, with like, performances and such... and pie. Apple or pumpkin, but due to the season I chose pumpkin. Apple pie feels like such a summer thing, and the weather here has just started cooling (although it was still pretty hot yesterday).
I typed in the wrong zip code on weather.com when I was curious (and trying to be accurate), and was shocked to discover what I thought was like, 85 degrees was really 49. But then I realised my mistake and felt pity for my Virginian friends. Today, even though it's cool, is 79 degrees, a little overcast and quite windy. I'm planning on reading the next 95 pages of John (Jean?) Calvin's Institutes out-of-doors.
It's so nice to have a working computer. It's upsettingly impossible to do anything without one. Humanity is becoming ever more dependent on its own creations... but right now, kind of happily so. Tsk tsk tsk. Am I enslaving myself to ignorance, or is this a good thing? Participating in a greater forum, via the blogging world? Speaking of which, I will now plug a lecture that I went to a couple of weeks ago that was led by the head of the honors program. I think it's on a podcast somewhere... The Art of Online Conversation. It was just about the importance of blogging and stuff. I don't think what I'm currently doing fits in that category at all, but it makes me wish it did.
I found a plastic lawn flamingo in the bushes the other day, and it now lies on my floor, staring at me with its crazy eyes. I wish there were some way I could make it stand, like its original purpose suggests.
I just found out that my mentor/professor/tutor is only seven years older than I am. And she was practicing law before she came here. How does that happen? I feel so unmotivated, or mediocre in comparison. I was just whining to someone that I wasn't getting enough sleep, but if I would just manage and schedule my time better, all would be well. It sounds so simple, but will I change? Nope. Besides, then I wouldn't have the bragging rights I do now. What's that? You only got 4 hours of sleep last night? I got two. Yeah. I'm awesome! *Crash*
Anyway, I guess I'm being absurd. And I'm just wasting time again.
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| I'm just bored, so I felt like posting. Here's how my week has gone (without most of the emotional whatsits)
Wednesday: Finished my reading with about half an hour to spare before my morning class. My next class wasn't until the evening, and that was my first ASL meeting. It was incredible. After that I went to a play audition that lasted until past midnight, and didn't get to bed until two.
Thursday: No class until 6PM, so I slept until ten, got up and did some homework at twelve until about four, went to dinner at five, couldn't find my next class so decided to finish my very important homework. Left the dorm at about nine to go to a sports meeting, then waited around until NATION BALL started. Awesome dodgeball competition, where all the dorms get involved and peg stuff at one another. Yay fun. I still haven't recovered my vocal abilities. Got back to the dorm at about eleven or midnight after getting coffee, then I got to work again.
Friday: I stayed up until five, reading, and then accidentally fell asleep when I curled up shivering in a ball to warm my arms and passed out until seven. Then I got up, read my last twenty pages in a frenzy, did a few pages of notes that were due, was finished in time for chapel at nine, and class at ten. Class let out at half-past one, so it was too late for me to make lunch, so I went directly to wait half an hour for a meeting with my mentor. That went well. Thought about taking a nap when I was done with everything at three, but then there was this event at a water park that was awesome-sounding, so I went there for four hours, came back and showered, and now I don't know where my roomies are.
It has been a long week. I've been acting weird all day from not sleeping. I keep saying stuff, just blurting out whatever thought is in my head. It's horrible. I absolutely cannot control myself.
I am not planning on waking up tomorrow.
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| Alright, I know everyone is totally looking forward to the debut release of Scarlett Johansson's CD, but NO, I can NOT reserve you a copy! So stop asking! Sheesh...
It's been a while. I thought of (and attempted) jogging down the events of the two past months, but nothing really came to mind, other than a special visit from my Dad, a puppy named Carly, and I saw Prince Caspian and felt like coming to terms with that old gut feeling that tells me to stay away from this genre. "This genre" being movie adaptations of books I enjoy. When will I learn? The acting was alright, though. Anyone else see the Mac guy as a fawn? Totally sweet. At that point, I began to miss Mr. Tumnus.
Oh my goodness! I never mentioned the tremendously wonderful time I had at the Switchfoot concert. I also never really got to complain about all the awesome stuff I missed at Biola this semester, including Switchfoot playing at our Centennial extravaganza! And Ben Stein. And all the ordinary stuff. Man... anyway.
I kind of told my employers that I would only work until mid-June. So I'm thinking about giving notice in like, four weeks. I hate thinking and planning ahead in some circumstances, and this is definitely one of those circumstances. I don't like how work makes me do that, and makes me feel like chunks of my life are just going down a huge customer-serivicing-over-priced-under-paid-retail drain. Ugh. Just doing the same thing, saying the same thing over and over. Never getting to just walk outside, relate to people personally and deeply. Standing around, shelving counting...
Okay, it's bad enough to live it, and I really don't need to re-live it or share that burden. It's not a bad job. It's just not something I am really good at. I still try to derive joy from the environment, and I do the best that I can.
Alright. Carly just fell asleep, so I'm going to follow suit.
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| It amazes me how little Sean Connery has changed in appearance during the last eighteen years, compared with how much Harrison Ford has. Harrison went from middle-aged to old, while Sean Connery just got old-er. That baffles me. And makes me a little sad. Not so sad that my joy is in any way diminished in anticipation over May 22nd, the release of The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Anyway. I don't have anything else to write about, really. | | |
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