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				9:35am.  Room 204 in Springfield Township High school.  The embodiment of confusion sits, second desk from the front, first column.  Whispers surround her form, blending together in a meditative hum.  Her mind whirling and reeling with contradicting thoughts, she brings her -30 degree hands to her face, and slowly peels it off.  Not a single soul even looks up. -Me.
	Name: Marlenah Veronika Barker Age: Fifteen Lives: Outside Philadelphia in suburban hell. Writer.  Artist.  Singer.  Dancer.  Actress.  Sister.  Daughter.  Friend.  Confidant.   Neo-Hippie.  Obsessive compulsive.  Clean.  Menthol-smoker.  Fan of folk, classic rock, industrial, electronic music.  Girlfriend.  Lover.  The one who never pays for pot but always gets smoked up.  Omnivore.  Pain in the ass.  Human.  Kinda.  Peace-lover.  Play-fighter.  Master tickler.  Hopeless romantic.  Writer.  Writer.  Writer.  Writer. Writer.  Writer.  Writer.  Writer. Writer.  Writer.  Writer. Writer.  Marlenah. Blah.
					Last updated: 6/14/02