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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!"
Hey people,
Because of our spontaneous holiday plans, I felt guilty leaving my blog viewers behind for so long, and I was planning to write a really long and pointless recount for you to read, but since my dad has 'accidentally' purchased a whole pile of internet to use for the day, I may as well post it now. Happy reading!
(I apologise how some of it is in past tense ans some of it is in present, towards the end it becomes the normal schozophrenic view thing which you would be so used to reading about.)
STARTING OFF
We're going. Here we are on the Southern motorway, in a bright white minivan (previously rented by the Sprinkboks, just saying) heading to Rotorua, the city that smells like farts (just kidding!) The car really is quite spectacular, it's the kind you see in CSI Miami where newspaper covers the windows and little kids get offered free lollipops to have a ride. I feel like I'm sitting in a box cart.
But car complaints aside, the weather isn't exactly the best either. I'm missing gym. I feel fat instantly. Not that it's going to stop me from splashing out at countryside bakeries. I love country side bakeries. They are the highlight of roadtrips (to me). I dislike scenary (well, taking photos of scenary with me in them), I don't like cows or sheep or horses or goats. How come we eat so much chicken but never see chiken running around in fields? Oh well. Boring. I do like trees, but not pines. If I ever had to live in the wilderness it would not be in a pine forest. And definately not in Siberia or Alaska. *shudders*
Anyway, more about Rotorua...it's a geothermal active town, which means there's geysers and mudpools and spas and the like, which is what we're going to take a look at. We're staying one night, in some sort of double extended twin suite apartment thing, since there's so many of us (hence the minivan). This is the first family outing/road trip we've embarked on since we left Christchurch. (This is mainly because our current car is not big enough to hold all of us.)
We're off the motorway now. Instead of metal barriers we're now looking at shelterbelts and teletubbie land fields with sheep instead of teletubbies. Or cows. I really don't care. But we're not exactly on a rural road like the one's we normally travel on. Rural roads don't have two lanes on each side (infact we're approaching 3 lanes on each side), and they don;t have nighlamps every 5 metres. It's like a rural motorway. Weird.
A traintrack has appeared alongside the road, and we just passed by a stationary train (must have broken down), pulling about 13 containers. I've always wondered what was in those containers, and if there was anyway to tell what was inside by just looking at them. But in the process of typing that the train track has disappeared from view, and the teletubbie land fields had regained their place.
I'm bored. And we're barely half and hour into the trip. And I have a computer to entertain myself with (that sounds wrong).
LATER...
I've just realised we're travellling the same road we took last year for Nationals. It probed slightly nostalgic sighs from my mother and I. I'm so bored I'm actually doing my homework! We've passed around 7 fields of cows and 3 fields of sheep, as well as 2 cemeteries. Just saying. And we just passed candyland! I forced the dirver to turn around, and we ended up with $15 worth of lollies. nom nom nom
AT CAMBRIDGE
It has suddenly become very hot. Mum's gone to the information island for God knows what. I'm having trouble opening the windows in this stupid van. =.=
DRIVING AWAY FROM CAMBRIDGE
I love music. Which is why I am blasting it at 170 decibels, and singing with my horrendous yowl. Mum made 2 whole packets of chicken wings, but I think I might have consumed the majority of one packet.
ROTORUA-ISH
We've arrived at the Zorb place, but I can't be bothered doing it today. Accross the road from the Zorb place, there is a random farm show which we are going to see (for the sake of my grandma and her friend, who if i haven't metioned before, are travelling with us; in fact we are kinda travelling for them). I have been told I am a 12 year old for the purposes of the farm show (so mum can smuggle me in as a 'child'). No one questioned us! (I suppose they can't do much about it anyway. I acted super immature, which was not entirely difficult for me.)
THE SHOW
Well, I learnt a lot of random facts about sheep. And I got free sheep wool (I'm a sucker for freebies). And my awesome sister got called up to feed the lambs. But I didn't find it exactly entertaining. Almost no one there spoke English (it was a very touristy type occasion) so much so that they had earphones and translations suited in 8 different languages. And also the whole area smelt like sheep. I do not like the smell of sheep.
ROTORUA...FINALLY
At the motel thing now. It is raining and raining and raining, and everything smells like sulphur. We tried to go to the park to look at the geysers before, and there was one of thse kick ass climbing things, but...it was raining. Mum went down to use the toilet, and we were concerned when she didnt return after the normal 5 minute period. After a while, she ran back and exclaimed "Someone had a heart attack!" which at the exact that moment an ambulance pulled up and we fled the scene promptly. At least I can say there was never a dull moment! We did some aimless driving around (as we always do) and my dad yelled at me for not finding a good fish and chip place to eat at (as he always does. I was under the impression that we'd drive around (as we were), find a shop and get some nosh. No idea what the big deal was.
In the end, we gave up. Driving around in a big white (almost windowless) van was a little daunting, we were attracting stares which only I seemed to notice. I suggested we retreat to the hotel, which is were we ended up of course. It's cosy, the typical countryside motel type with random 1970s bed covers and homey freckled carpet.
LATER IN ROTORUA
It is still raining. My siblings all made use of the HUMUNGOUS spa in the room, but I stayed out. ANYTHING to avoid getting into my togs. We had fish and chips for dinner (as expected). And I plan to watch the season finael of Grey's Anatomy (I haven't even watched the last 5 episodes but oh well). This is the life.
NOW
I am bored to death. I don't wanna be alone because knowledge that someone died next door has just got to me. Apparently for the same causes as the person who had a heart attack at the park. Sulphur is just not good for these people. And my mother keeps complaining about the smell. I actually...couldn't care less, it doesn't smell that bad to me.
We are watching Avatar, again. As much as I enjoy the movie (or enjoyed the movie) the stress caused by me watching suspensful sections is really unnessecary. I feel reatardedly anxious when watching random blue alien creatures scatter over their fallen home tree. I can hear their cries of anguish. I can't watch.
Funny how I feel compassion towards the helpless world of Pandora. I don't even connect compassion to my own world. How sad.
Tomorrow, we will climb back into that shiny white van, and I will have more random recounting for you. Right now, I need to organise my random crap.
Toodles!
"I know!"
★ Rotorua ★
Tuesday, October 11, 2011 ( 10:17 PM )
Hey people,
Because of our spontaneous holiday plans, I felt guilty leaving my blog viewers behind for so long, and I was planning to write a really long and pointless recount for you to read, but since my dad has 'accidentally' purchased a whole pile of internet to use for the day, I may as well post it now. Happy reading!
(I apologise how some of it is in past tense ans some of it is in present, towards the end it becomes the normal schozophrenic view thing which you would be so used to reading about.)
STARTING OFF
We're going. Here we are on the Southern motorway, in a bright white minivan (previously rented by the Sprinkboks, just saying) heading to Rotorua, the city that smells like farts (just kidding!) The car really is quite spectacular, it's the kind you see in CSI Miami where newspaper covers the windows and little kids get offered free lollipops to have a ride. I feel like I'm sitting in a box cart.
But car complaints aside, the weather isn't exactly the best either. I'm missing gym. I feel fat instantly. Not that it's going to stop me from splashing out at countryside bakeries. I love country side bakeries. They are the highlight of roadtrips (to me). I dislike scenary (well, taking photos of scenary with me in them), I don't like cows or sheep or horses or goats. How come we eat so much chicken but never see chiken running around in fields? Oh well. Boring. I do like trees, but not pines. If I ever had to live in the wilderness it would not be in a pine forest. And definately not in Siberia or Alaska. *shudders*
Anyway, more about Rotorua...it's a geothermal active town, which means there's geysers and mudpools and spas and the like, which is what we're going to take a look at. We're staying one night, in some sort of double extended twin suite apartment thing, since there's so many of us (hence the minivan). This is the first family outing/road trip we've embarked on since we left Christchurch. (This is mainly because our current car is not big enough to hold all of us.)
We're off the motorway now. Instead of metal barriers we're now looking at shelterbelts and teletubbie land fields with sheep instead of teletubbies. Or cows. I really don't care. But we're not exactly on a rural road like the one's we normally travel on. Rural roads don't have two lanes on each side (infact we're approaching 3 lanes on each side), and they don;t have nighlamps every 5 metres. It's like a rural motorway. Weird.
A traintrack has appeared alongside the road, and we just passed by a stationary train (must have broken down), pulling about 13 containers. I've always wondered what was in those containers, and if there was anyway to tell what was inside by just looking at them. But in the process of typing that the train track has disappeared from view, and the teletubbie land fields had regained their place.
I'm bored. And we're barely half and hour into the trip. And I have a computer to entertain myself with (that sounds wrong).
LATER...
I've just realised we're travellling the same road we took last year for Nationals. It probed slightly nostalgic sighs from my mother and I. I'm so bored I'm actually doing my homework! We've passed around 7 fields of cows and 3 fields of sheep, as well as 2 cemeteries. Just saying. And we just passed candyland! I forced the dirver to turn around, and we ended up with $15 worth of lollies. nom nom nom
AT CAMBRIDGE
It has suddenly become very hot. Mum's gone to the information island for God knows what. I'm having trouble opening the windows in this stupid van. =.=
DRIVING AWAY FROM CAMBRIDGE
I love music. Which is why I am blasting it at 170 decibels, and singing with my horrendous yowl. Mum made 2 whole packets of chicken wings, but I think I might have consumed the majority of one packet.
ROTORUA-ISH
We've arrived at the Zorb place, but I can't be bothered doing it today. Accross the road from the Zorb place, there is a random farm show which we are going to see (for the sake of my grandma and her friend, who if i haven't metioned before, are travelling with us; in fact we are kinda travelling for them). I have been told I am a 12 year old for the purposes of the farm show (so mum can smuggle me in as a 'child'). No one questioned us! (I suppose they can't do much about it anyway. I acted super immature, which was not entirely difficult for me.)
THE SHOW
Well, I learnt a lot of random facts about sheep. And I got free sheep wool (I'm a sucker for freebies). And my awesome sister got called up to feed the lambs. But I didn't find it exactly entertaining. Almost no one there spoke English (it was a very touristy type occasion) so much so that they had earphones and translations suited in 8 different languages. And also the whole area smelt like sheep. I do not like the smell of sheep.
ROTORUA...FINALLY
At the motel thing now. It is raining and raining and raining, and everything smells like sulphur. We tried to go to the park to look at the geysers before, and there was one of thse kick ass climbing things, but...it was raining. Mum went down to use the toilet, and we were concerned when she didnt return after the normal 5 minute period. After a while, she ran back and exclaimed "Someone had a heart attack!" which at the exact that moment an ambulance pulled up and we fled the scene promptly. At least I can say there was never a dull moment! We did some aimless driving around (as we always do) and my dad yelled at me for not finding a good fish and chip place to eat at (as he always does. I was under the impression that we'd drive around (as we were), find a shop and get some nosh. No idea what the big deal was.
In the end, we gave up. Driving around in a big white (almost windowless) van was a little daunting, we were attracting stares which only I seemed to notice. I suggested we retreat to the hotel, which is were we ended up of course. It's cosy, the typical countryside motel type with random 1970s bed covers and homey freckled carpet.
LATER IN ROTORUA
It is still raining. My siblings all made use of the HUMUNGOUS spa in the room, but I stayed out. ANYTHING to avoid getting into my togs. We had fish and chips for dinner (as expected). And I plan to watch the season finael of Grey's Anatomy (I haven't even watched the last 5 episodes but oh well). This is the life.
NOW
I am bored to death. I don't wanna be alone because knowledge that someone died next door has just got to me. Apparently for the same causes as the person who had a heart attack at the park. Sulphur is just not good for these people. And my mother keeps complaining about the smell. I actually...couldn't care less, it doesn't smell that bad to me.
We are watching Avatar, again. As much as I enjoy the movie (or enjoyed the movie) the stress caused by me watching suspensful sections is really unnessecary. I feel reatardedly anxious when watching random blue alien creatures scatter over their fallen home tree. I can hear their cries of anguish. I can't watch.
Funny how I feel compassion towards the helpless world of Pandora. I don't even connect compassion to my own world. How sad.
Tomorrow, we will climb back into that shiny white van, and I will have more random recounting for you. Right now, I need to organise my random crap.
Toodles!
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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