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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!"
Okay, as usual with my injuries, I never notice when they actually happen, and nor do I actually ever realise how bad it is, or even WHEN i got the injury?! So, right now, is time to reflect on where the mysterious bump/bruise/random swelling on my ankle(s) came from.
I really can't remember.
Now the thing is, one ankle is much more swollen than the other one, but the not so swollen one hurts more? SO maybe, they are both kinda swollen, but just one is more swollen...make sense? I didn't think so. Supidly, I decided to go to gym anyway (I wanted to give my coach this really cool sign I gave her that replaces the repitive corrections she gives us during training, you have to be a gymnast to get it though) and so I died and got spazzed at by my coach anyway, and now they are kinda more sore, but I think I should go tomorrow, because otherwise I'll be unable to burn off all the brownie I have consumed...
Oh what a sad life I live.
Anyways, I should not have to worry about my feeties while in bed, so we shall talk about more interesting subjects. I have not been very faithful to posting since mid November, because of...camp...exams...ukulele...and so I will stop procrastinating and proceed with the meaning of this post...even though there is no real meaning. I'm just gonna start recounting the intersting points of my day.
Well, today, I was awoken from an amazing dream at 8.00am to help the poor souls (everyone in my house who is not on holiday, or just in general, everyone) make lunch. So I was rather irritated, because I don;t habe nice dreams very often. And the weird thing, is that I clearly remeber 2 seperate dreams this night, 2 completely different dreams in the same night (I think the average person has 5-7 dreams a night though, random statistic of the day). The first one was odd, extremely odd. It involved someone I knew pouring chocolate milk down my school uniform. Weirdness. Moving on...the dream which I awoke from I've actually had before, with interchanging aspects. It always goes as if there is a crazy school trip where we have to go to an airport, but then we get lost in a nonescapable maze of corridors, gates and conveyor belts, and in the end we decide to camp out in the airport, which at that point we realise the airport is in fact our destination, and while settling down in the gift shop, the people around me are always the people that mean the most to me at the moment. Isn't that lovely and quaint?
No lovely in my life though. So this dream which should have ended peacefully was rudely interrupted by my Dad yelling at me to come down and make sushi. Splediforous. Absolutely Splendiforous. OKay, so afte hobbling down the stair and trying t coax this dream to stay in my mind so I could redream/finish after making the sushi (this made my communication with the busy people of the morning very difficult, and resulted in a lot of shouting demostrated by my Dad- just another of the people who regularly spaz at me).
So the dumb sushi sat ready made and I (again) hobbled back up the stairs in which I realised by ankles were hurting (you'd think I'd notice when I walked down the stairs, or even when I actually hurt them, but obviously not). THe sleep I got after that was so awesome :)
Back awake after 20 minutes, I went down and consumed more brownie than can ever be good for you (is brownie EVER good?) and then proceeded to finish one of my mother's adult novels (which most of the time, are not very adult at all, and in fact incredibly intriguing). My next task, was to find a physio or osteopath or chiropractor for my mother, who as we should all know, is experiencing extreme back problems (apparently due to me) because she fell down the stairs when she got up early to help me for camp. Anyways, after calling every physio within a 10km radius of our house and every chiropractor and osteopath in the yellow pages I think I would make a very successful telemarketer.
My dad always gets me to make phonecalls for him, because I sound kiwi hahaha whatever that means.
So after I finally located a close(ish) chiropractor with a reasonable surcharge after covered by ACC, my Mum rings and says she's found and made her own appointment.
=.=
^My face
Naturally, I gave up and resigned to Youtube.
What an awesomely boring day.
"I know!"
★ The Mysterious Expanding Ankle Problem ★
Tuesday, December 13, 2011 ( 10:58 PM )
Okay, as usual with my injuries, I never notice when they actually happen, and nor do I actually ever realise how bad it is, or even WHEN i got the injury?! So, right now, is time to reflect on where the mysterious bump/bruise/random swelling on my ankle(s) came from.
I really can't remember.
Now the thing is, one ankle is much more swollen than the other one, but the not so swollen one hurts more? SO maybe, they are both kinda swollen, but just one is more swollen...make sense? I didn't think so. Supidly, I decided to go to gym anyway (I wanted to give my coach this really cool sign I gave her that replaces the repitive corrections she gives us during training, you have to be a gymnast to get it though) and so I died and got spazzed at by my coach anyway, and now they are kinda more sore, but I think I should go tomorrow, because otherwise I'll be unable to burn off all the brownie I have consumed...
Oh what a sad life I live.
Anyways, I should not have to worry about my feeties while in bed, so we shall talk about more interesting subjects. I have not been very faithful to posting since mid November, because of...camp...exams...ukulele...and so I will stop procrastinating and proceed with the meaning of this post...even though there is no real meaning. I'm just gonna start recounting the intersting points of my day.
Well, today, I was awoken from an amazing dream at 8.00am to help the poor souls (everyone in my house who is not on holiday, or just in general, everyone) make lunch. So I was rather irritated, because I don;t habe nice dreams very often. And the weird thing, is that I clearly remeber 2 seperate dreams this night, 2 completely different dreams in the same night (I think the average person has 5-7 dreams a night though, random statistic of the day). The first one was odd, extremely odd. It involved someone I knew pouring chocolate milk down my school uniform. Weirdness. Moving on...the dream which I awoke from I've actually had before, with interchanging aspects. It always goes as if there is a crazy school trip where we have to go to an airport, but then we get lost in a nonescapable maze of corridors, gates and conveyor belts, and in the end we decide to camp out in the airport, which at that point we realise the airport is in fact our destination, and while settling down in the gift shop, the people around me are always the people that mean the most to me at the moment. Isn't that lovely and quaint?
No lovely in my life though. So this dream which should have ended peacefully was rudely interrupted by my Dad yelling at me to come down and make sushi. Splediforous. Absolutely Splendiforous. OKay, so afte hobbling down the stair and trying t coax this dream to stay in my mind so I could redream/finish after making the sushi (this made my communication with the busy people of the morning very difficult, and resulted in a lot of shouting demostrated by my Dad- just another of the people who regularly spaz at me).
So the dumb sushi sat ready made and I (again) hobbled back up the stairs in which I realised by ankles were hurting (you'd think I'd notice when I walked down the stairs, or even when I actually hurt them, but obviously not). THe sleep I got after that was so awesome :)
Back awake after 20 minutes, I went down and consumed more brownie than can ever be good for you (is brownie EVER good?) and then proceeded to finish one of my mother's adult novels (which most of the time, are not very adult at all, and in fact incredibly intriguing). My next task, was to find a physio or osteopath or chiropractor for my mother, who as we should all know, is experiencing extreme back problems (apparently due to me) because she fell down the stairs when she got up early to help me for camp. Anyways, after calling every physio within a 10km radius of our house and every chiropractor and osteopath in the yellow pages I think I would make a very successful telemarketer.
My dad always gets me to make phonecalls for him, because I sound kiwi hahaha whatever that means.
So after I finally located a close(ish) chiropractor with a reasonable surcharge after covered by ACC, my Mum rings and says she's found and made her own appointment.
=.=
^My face
Naturally, I gave up and resigned to Youtube.
What an awesomely boring day.
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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