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Ever wondered what goes on in her mind?
My name is Alethea.
I am 14 years old
I have this delusional thing that my name is the best name in the world, but that's just my subconciousness trying to grasp some part of myself that is not self loathing.
I have almost non existent self esteem. Even though I play 3 instruments (well, lets just leave it at 3) and I am supposedly I am a gymnast (I think I am too fail to be under that title), I'm under the impression I am bad at everything. (Which I am!)
I have a very obsessive nature. I am also quite unpredictable and unreliable and I'm scared of being social.
On of my special talents is yodelling.
That's how weird I am of course.
I like talking using words with more that 3 syllables to make it sound as if I am speaking a language other than English, even though that's the only language I speak. I'm a disgrace to Asians apparently because I cannot speak the language in which my complexion screams out otherwise.
I am obsessed with big words and psychological disorders and paradoxes of all kinds.
I have survived through a 7.1 magnitude earthquake and numerous aftershocks, and been to 7 different schools in my life. (And 5 gym clubs and I don't even want to start counting the teachers.)
I fear I am a pessimist.
Sometimes I am a grammar freak too.
This blog is to help other understand what goes on in my head.
Good luck with that!
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ramblings of a teenage girl
My name is Alethea.
I am 14 years old
I have this delusional thing that my name is the best name in the world, but that's just my subconciousness trying to grasp some part of myself that is not self loathing.
I have almost non existent self esteem. Even though I play 3 instruments (well, lets just leave it at 3) and I am supposedly I am a gymnast (I think I am too fail to be under that title), I'm under the impression I am bad at everything. (Which I am!)
I have a very obsessive nature. I am also quite unpredictable and unreliable and I'm scared of being social.
On of my special talents is yodelling.
That's how weird I am of course.
I like talking using words with more that 3 syllables to make it sound as if I am speaking a language other than English, even though that's the only language I speak. I'm a disgrace to Asians apparently because I cannot speak the language in which my complexion screams out otherwise.
I am obsessed with big words and psychological disorders and paradoxes of all kinds.
I have survived through a 7.1 magnitude earthquake and numerous aftershocks, and been to 7 different schools in my life. (And 5 gym clubs and I don't even want to start counting the teachers.)
I fear I am a pessimist.
Sometimes I am a grammar freak too.
This blog is to help other understand what goes on in my head.
Good luck with that!
"You're crazy!"
"I know!"
I'm pleased to say if my life was a movie, it'd be pretty damn interesting. The director would have a really hard time cutting out the bits that didn't really matter, because all the little bits matter. I suppose we're all like that. I wouldn't want anyone to watch my movie. It'd be restricted um...24 years. Haha, with me as the exception of course. The first scenes of my life will be the most disturbing, and lets not get into birth mishaps. I almost killed my mother, so maybe that's why she almost killed me. Haha, the joys of being the first child...not.
I see my life as a book better. It allows people to conjure up their own images and fill in the gaps by themselves. When I'm alone, like walking home from school or being towed along by some random person, I narrate in my head the situation in a strange sort of writer's tone, eg. "Skittering over the crooked cobblestones, Alethea hurried past a girl tying her shoelaces and raced towards the gate. She was running late, for possibly the millionth time that week and being flustered (and not wanting another tongue lashing) she hurried and pushed her way through the crowd. It was school time rush hour, and gossiping girls cluttered the busy streets making her shuffling through the crowd a constantly embarrassing affair. Occasionally, she would bump into a familiar face, but not much more that a smile or nod was exchanged until she reached the intersection, where her keen eyes kept a look out for a break in the cars so she could defy the little red man and run across the road..."etc. I could go on and on...but that could be one of my favourite past time activities.
I also like observing people (if you haven't noticed) and putting words into their mouths/heads. Seeing a random guys on the bus with a burly build and gurning type face I could mimic his thinking...something along the lines of "Oh crap! This bus is running late, gonna miss the afternoon game! Look at all these school kids! All 'coz of them the bus driver gotta stop at every stop, hope Julie's [made up name for a wife I gave him] got te kettle on when I get home..."
It's fun!
You people should try it someday. If you have lots of thinking time like me. I have thinking time, just never 'doing' time. I think that could be the problem. So I'm going back to my mental notes/making lists I'll never write down in my head. It reassures me I'm doing something productive that will help me in the future...not really...but it offers peace of mind!
How the hell would I portray all the random thinking in a movie?! Probably one of those scenes where the actor looks thoughtful and there's a commentary in the background going on about supposedly what's going on in the person's mind. Like in 'The Soloist" where that dude is a schizo and they have all these scenes with him looking panicky and hearing voices. Like me! But mine's behind the scenes. I think I like the narrating better. I should write a book! Am I too young for an autobiography? Oh well. This blog does a pretty good job of recording my ideas though. I think this post is getting too long. Novels don;t have limits! Okay, cutting this off...
HERE
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"I know!"
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Friday, September 2, 2011 ( 10:09 PM )
I'm pleased to say if my life was a movie, it'd be pretty damn interesting. The director would have a really hard time cutting out the bits that didn't really matter, because all the little bits matter. I suppose we're all like that. I wouldn't want anyone to watch my movie. It'd be restricted um...24 years. Haha, with me as the exception of course. The first scenes of my life will be the most disturbing, and lets not get into birth mishaps. I almost killed my mother, so maybe that's why she almost killed me. Haha, the joys of being the first child...not.
I see my life as a book better. It allows people to conjure up their own images and fill in the gaps by themselves. When I'm alone, like walking home from school or being towed along by some random person, I narrate in my head the situation in a strange sort of writer's tone, eg. "Skittering over the crooked cobblestones, Alethea hurried past a girl tying her shoelaces and raced towards the gate. She was running late, for possibly the millionth time that week and being flustered (and not wanting another tongue lashing) she hurried and pushed her way through the crowd. It was school time rush hour, and gossiping girls cluttered the busy streets making her shuffling through the crowd a constantly embarrassing affair. Occasionally, she would bump into a familiar face, but not much more that a smile or nod was exchanged until she reached the intersection, where her keen eyes kept a look out for a break in the cars so she could defy the little red man and run across the road..."etc. I could go on and on...but that could be one of my favourite past time activities.
I also like observing people (if you haven't noticed) and putting words into their mouths/heads. Seeing a random guys on the bus with a burly build and gurning type face I could mimic his thinking...something along the lines of "Oh crap! This bus is running late, gonna miss the afternoon game! Look at all these school kids! All 'coz of them the bus driver gotta stop at every stop, hope Julie's [made up name for a wife I gave him] got te kettle on when I get home..."
It's fun!
You people should try it someday. If you have lots of thinking time like me. I have thinking time, just never 'doing' time. I think that could be the problem. So I'm going back to my mental notes/making lists I'll never write down in my head. It reassures me I'm doing something productive that will help me in the future...not really...but it offers peace of mind!
How the hell would I portray all the random thinking in a movie?! Probably one of those scenes where the actor looks thoughtful and there's a commentary in the background going on about supposedly what's going on in the person's mind. Like in 'The Soloist" where that dude is a schizo and they have all these scenes with him looking panicky and hearing voices. Like me! But mine's behind the scenes. I think I like the narrating better. I should write a book! Am I too young for an autobiography? Oh well. This blog does a pretty good job of recording my ideas though. I think this post is getting too long. Novels don;t have limits! Okay, cutting this off...
HERE
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We all have times where we say stuff we didn't really mean
I just have more of these times than the average person!
I just have more of these times than the average person!
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