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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!"
On my blog, I tend to dump a ton of depressing stuff when I feel like it and then go back and laugh at the incoherency and ultimate stupidity. I'm hopiung this not so depressing post will cancel out that stuff. Now, you MIGHT ask, WHY THE HECK DONT YOU JUST DELETE IT?! But I like to keep things the way they are when I publish them, to capture the moment you know? Except when there are excessive typos or grammatical mistakes that annoy the hell out of me. That's the only exception.
Anyways, now that I feel all better, it is time to ramble about the past few days happenings.
First of all, today's post is kind of an excuse to make me feel like I am achieving something...because I have this sickening suspicion I am going to FAIL English and even though I have the chance to do a referral, I have only until Friday, so I will enlist the help of one of my great friedns who will sit me down and confine me to my seat where I will hopefully get my work done in one lunchtime. Speaking of English, I say my English teacher at gym today...which was awkward to another level, so Ms. Mahy if you're reading this (which wil be equally awkward) what on Earth were you doing there? I shall interrogate you tomorrow.
I think I look old. According to this kid at my 6 year friend's party (don't ask me why I have a 6 year old friend, he is actually my mother's friend's son, but that is besides the point) I LOOK LIKE A MOM! ARGH! Here I was sitting innocently on the bouncy castle when this kid plonks down beside me and asks "Are you a Mum?"
ARE YOU A MUM FOR GOD'S SAKE!
And then the kid goes on to say "I though you looked 20."
I tell you, all my self esteem and teenage bubblyness/energy left my body at that moment.
And I aged he amount that he had lived (6 years...but you knew that right? 14+6=20).
=.=
(But seriously, if I was 20, and I had a 6 year old kid, I would have been raped :O, why the heck do I think of these things?!)
I am also now traumatised from bouncy castles. Apparently adults weren't allowed on it, but techinically, I weigh more or less the same as my mum, and I'm not an adult (unless we're taking that little kid's opinion into consideration), so WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?!
And that damn thing was flat too.
Castle is a hard word to spell.
Totally had a mind block there.
Argh.
"I know!"
★ Bouncy Castles ★
Tuesday, November 15, 2011 ( 8:40 PM )
On my blog, I tend to dump a ton of depressing stuff when I feel like it and then go back and laugh at the incoherency and ultimate stupidity. I'm hopiung this not so depressing post will cancel out that stuff. Now, you MIGHT ask, WHY THE HECK DONT YOU JUST DELETE IT?! But I like to keep things the way they are when I publish them, to capture the moment you know? Except when there are excessive typos or grammatical mistakes that annoy the hell out of me. That's the only exception.
Anyways, now that I feel all better, it is time to ramble about the past few days happenings.
First of all, today's post is kind of an excuse to make me feel like I am achieving something...because I have this sickening suspicion I am going to FAIL English and even though I have the chance to do a referral, I have only until Friday, so I will enlist the help of one of my great friedns who will sit me down and confine me to my seat where I will hopefully get my work done in one lunchtime. Speaking of English, I say my English teacher at gym today...which was awkward to another level, so Ms. Mahy if you're reading this (which wil be equally awkward) what on Earth were you doing there? I shall interrogate you tomorrow.
I think I look old. According to this kid at my 6 year friend's party (don't ask me why I have a 6 year old friend, he is actually my mother's friend's son, but that is besides the point) I LOOK LIKE A MOM! ARGH! Here I was sitting innocently on the bouncy castle when this kid plonks down beside me and asks "Are you a Mum?"
ARE YOU A MUM FOR GOD'S SAKE!
And then the kid goes on to say "I though you looked 20."
I tell you, all my self esteem and teenage bubblyness/energy left my body at that moment.
And I aged he amount that he had lived (6 years...but you knew that right? 14+6=20).
=.=
(But seriously, if I was 20, and I had a 6 year old kid, I would have been raped :O, why the heck do I think of these things?!)
I am also now traumatised from bouncy castles. Apparently adults weren't allowed on it, but techinically, I weigh more or less the same as my mum, and I'm not an adult (unless we're taking that little kid's opinion into consideration), so WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?!
And that damn thing was flat too.
Castle is a hard word to spell.
Totally had a mind block there.
Argh.
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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