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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!"
So, this holiday thing has completely screwed up my sleeping pattern, I go to bed at 2.00am and wake up at 9.00am, which is pretty fun (I get the house to myself) and useless (unless I'm planning a trip to Perth or somewhere with a 3 hour time difference to NZ, forgive me if Perth isn't one of these places). So, right now, I'm sipping hot chocolate with a banana which is supposed to cure 'restless legs syndrome' whatever that is and a trusty laptop. Fun stuff.
Anyways, I actually broke my home hobbit status today and ventured out of the house, despite the disgusting cold and colder weather. I'm getting accustomed to Auckland weather, as I'M STARTING TO FEEL THE COLD!!! OH NO!!! WEAKNESS! Anyway, we went to Newmarket to do dress shopping, that's right DRESS SHOPPING! Not for me of course, but even so, it was the first time in my life I had gone dress shopping. I think I'm very good at critisicing (as I once read somewhere, you should always take some one with you shopping that will not hesitate to tell you your butt honestly looks big). So, here are some of the highlights of my criticism (and rarely, compliments too).
At a coffee coloured dress my Mum liked.
Me: "That dress looks like you ripped it out of a 1960s sepia photo!"
At an aquamarine maxi dress we found.
Me: "Ew. Blue's not your colour, you need red or gold, you know, Asian colours."
At a floral patterned cardigan.
Me: "No. You can't wear that. It looks like the place where the unicorns of irish folklore live."
At a green green dress we saw at Laura Ashley (I mean REALLY green).
Me: "I think they employed a leprechaun to design that."
At the majority of dresses made out of stretchy material.
Me: "WHY ARE ALL OF THESES DRESSES MADE OUT OF STRETCHY MATERIAL?!"
Mother: "Because it's cheap."
At any dress that made my mommy look old.
Me: "Aiyah! Why you want to look like an Ah Soh?"
After trying on about 20 dresses in Laura Ashley.
Me: "Right, pass that over to the reject pile!" (AKA me, I was the reject pile, me included.)
While my mummy was admiring a dress I picked for her.
Me: "See! I told you I knew what I was doing! It even makes your boobs look bigger!"
I don't think my mother will ever take me dress shopping again.
Good times hahaha.
"I know!"
★ A Screwed Sleeping Pattern and Dress Shopping ★
Sunday, December 18, 2011 ( 10:40 PM )
So, this holiday thing has completely screwed up my sleeping pattern, I go to bed at 2.00am and wake up at 9.00am, which is pretty fun (I get the house to myself) and useless (unless I'm planning a trip to Perth or somewhere with a 3 hour time difference to NZ, forgive me if Perth isn't one of these places). So, right now, I'm sipping hot chocolate with a banana which is supposed to cure 'restless legs syndrome' whatever that is and a trusty laptop. Fun stuff.
Anyways, I actually broke my home hobbit status today and ventured out of the house, despite the disgusting cold and colder weather. I'm getting accustomed to Auckland weather, as I'M STARTING TO FEEL THE COLD!!! OH NO!!! WEAKNESS! Anyway, we went to Newmarket to do dress shopping, that's right DRESS SHOPPING! Not for me of course, but even so, it was the first time in my life I had gone dress shopping. I think I'm very good at critisicing (as I once read somewhere, you should always take some one with you shopping that will not hesitate to tell you your butt honestly looks big). So, here are some of the highlights of my criticism (and rarely, compliments too).
At a coffee coloured dress my Mum liked.
Me: "That dress looks like you ripped it out of a 1960s sepia photo!"
At an aquamarine maxi dress we found.
Me: "Ew. Blue's not your colour, you need red or gold, you know, Asian colours."
At a floral patterned cardigan.
Me: "No. You can't wear that. It looks like the place where the unicorns of irish folklore live."
At a green green dress we saw at Laura Ashley (I mean REALLY green).
Me: "I think they employed a leprechaun to design that."
At the majority of dresses made out of stretchy material.
Me: "WHY ARE ALL OF THESES DRESSES MADE OUT OF STRETCHY MATERIAL?!"
Mother: "Because it's cheap."
At any dress that made my mommy look old.
Me: "Aiyah! Why you want to look like an Ah Soh?"
After trying on about 20 dresses in Laura Ashley.
Me: "Right, pass that over to the reject pile!" (AKA me, I was the reject pile, me included.)
While my mummy was admiring a dress I picked for her.
Me: "See! I told you I knew what I was doing! It even makes your boobs look bigger!"
I don't think my mother will ever take me dress shopping again.
Good times hahaha.
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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