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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!"
Finally! After a boring and tedious long prizegiving as well 2 hours of window shopping (and free food!) after that in the searing sunlight of summer (dragged along by Ella and Hanbe who is more dangerous than I though she was...) and a million assignments incomplete...
I'm finally home.
FREE!
First things first, my report was disgustingly bullshit ridden, I love it. Each one of my subjects has a delightfully contradicting comment to the subject next to it, and the comment made by my Dean clearly shows she knows nothing about me. Well, I suppose you can't really know 200 different girls individually. She said I needed a study plan (BHAHAHAHA IN YOUR DREAMS MISS!) to excel better than I did already? Uh, okay, what the heck is that implying your highness? Because really if you realised the full extent of my extra curricular activities you'd know that I am not only doing better than most people (so modest I am) but juggling a bunch of other things as well, just because I'm not representing the darn school, might be because my foot was broken this year? Maybe I haven't even found any music teachers this year because of the move? Have some compassion woman. I hope my dean changes next year. I strongly dislike the way my current dean treats me, I feel like a 6 year old learning how to spell difficulty, without success, and she's the teacher getting frustrated and trying to hide it behind a plastic smile. Or she could be a dentist. Dentists have permanent plastic smiles, from too much botox and mouth surgery. Well it's too late now I guess.
Anyway, prizegiving, well I got some cheesy award for 'Distinction' in mathematics. SO basically I ended up with a a piece of dead tree with a photocopied signature (I know it was photocopied, despite their best efforts to print the signatures so they looked handwritten, the disguise did not hold up when we compared our cheesy certificates, as they were all the same) and my name on it in sparkly gold CD marker saying I was good at maths. Celebrations.
OKay, so I suppose I could definately be more grateful, but I think that this 'celebration of achievement' is blown up a little too much. I'm glad it was over. I almost died sitting through a 1 hour and a half prizegiving ceremony? How sad is that? I really can't concentrate haha.
Right now, I just want to forget about his year. It's been a terrible year haha.
KIDDING!
But I am glad school's out, because I need to start afresh, not half way through the year to function to my best.
That rhymes!
(HANBE! I WILL WRITE ABOUT YOUR CUNNING EVIL SCHEMES NEXT!)
"I know!"
★ School's Out! ★
Friday, December 9, 2011 ( 1:56 PM )
Finally! After a boring and tedious long prizegiving as well 2 hours of window shopping (and free food!) after that in the searing sunlight of summer (dragged along by Ella and Hanbe who is more dangerous than I though she was...) and a million assignments incomplete...
I'm finally home.
FREE!
First things first, my report was disgustingly bullshit ridden, I love it. Each one of my subjects has a delightfully contradicting comment to the subject next to it, and the comment made by my Dean clearly shows she knows nothing about me. Well, I suppose you can't really know 200 different girls individually. She said I needed a study plan (BHAHAHAHA IN YOUR DREAMS MISS!) to excel better than I did already? Uh, okay, what the heck is that implying your highness? Because really if you realised the full extent of my extra curricular activities you'd know that I am not only doing better than most people (so modest I am) but juggling a bunch of other things as well, just because I'm not representing the darn school, might be because my foot was broken this year? Maybe I haven't even found any music teachers this year because of the move? Have some compassion woman. I hope my dean changes next year. I strongly dislike the way my current dean treats me, I feel like a 6 year old learning how to spell difficulty, without success, and she's the teacher getting frustrated and trying to hide it behind a plastic smile. Or she could be a dentist. Dentists have permanent plastic smiles, from too much botox and mouth surgery. Well it's too late now I guess.
Anyway, prizegiving, well I got some cheesy award for 'Distinction' in mathematics. SO basically I ended up with a a piece of dead tree with a photocopied signature (I know it was photocopied, despite their best efforts to print the signatures so they looked handwritten, the disguise did not hold up when we compared our cheesy certificates, as they were all the same) and my name on it in sparkly gold CD marker saying I was good at maths. Celebrations.
OKay, so I suppose I could definately be more grateful, but I think that this 'celebration of achievement' is blown up a little too much. I'm glad it was over. I almost died sitting through a 1 hour and a half prizegiving ceremony? How sad is that? I really can't concentrate haha.
Right now, I just want to forget about his year. It's been a terrible year haha.
KIDDING!
But I am glad school's out, because I need to start afresh, not half way through the year to function to my best.
That rhymes!
(HANBE! I WILL WRITE ABOUT YOUR CUNNING EVIL SCHEMES NEXT!)
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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