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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!"
My room (or the part of the room I have been assigned) is so tidy! I tidied and threw out random 2011 junk and rearranged and stuck (uneducational) posters up on the wall in an organised manner...but I can't comprehend the neatness!
*jumps on the bed smashes books into the floor*
Better.
Okay, so when my Mummy gets back SHE'S GONNA BRING ME ALL THIS AWESOME STUFF AND COOK FOOD FOR US IN HER MUM-SY WAY! I'll have new clothes (well, some hand-me-down ones that have never been used so I guess they are counted as new) and technology and shoes and books and stationery...
This is why I don't bother shopping- A. I'm always broke - B. I get my rellies to give me their previously owned (practically unused) stuff. Like Cameras. And Phones. *chuckles with delight*
I'm like a crazy collectables lady.
The only problem is that I'm not going to have enough room to keep all my new belongings (casually avoiding using the word 'stuff' there). Currently, it all fits into one plastic set of drawers, a shoebox, and a small section of stacked books (and whatever excess is in the laundry basket/wardrobe(s)). And yet I can trasnform my (section of) room into a nuclear reactant waste zone.
Anyways, looking at the book shelf this morning I realised I haven't actually read any novels this year/holidays. I haven't read anything! Except for blog posts and neuroscience articles and a book on stem cell research...but that's not counted! While my genius aquaintences make use of their time crooning over educational notes and complex literature *ahem the ninja Othello readerand people who read historical literature without getting up, running and screaming in the opposite direction* I've just been making posters of fruit with lame captions. Wanna see?
Banana poster. Like?
I should make a brain anatomy one.
My fringe is getting to that stage where it's half in my eyes, but still too short for me to put it up (my hair is most uncooperative). I don't want to cut it, because then how will I trim it into side bangs/a side fringe when it matures into somthing longer? And I don't want to put it up because I look like a retard. Solution- *fluff up fringe so it isn't in eyes anymore*
Genius.
"I know!"
★ Complex Literature and Banana Posters ★
Tuesday, January 3, 2012 ( 10:35 AM )
My room (or the part of the room I have been assigned) is so tidy! I tidied and threw out random 2011 junk and rearranged and stuck (uneducational) posters up on the wall in an organised manner...but I can't comprehend the neatness!
*jumps on the bed smashes books into the floor*
Better.
Okay, so when my Mummy gets back SHE'S GONNA BRING ME ALL THIS AWESOME STUFF AND COOK FOOD FOR US IN HER MUM-SY WAY! I'll have new clothes (well, some hand-me-down ones that have never been used so I guess they are counted as new) and technology and shoes and books and stationery...
This is why I don't bother shopping- A. I'm always broke - B. I get my rellies to give me their previously owned (practically unused) stuff. Like Cameras. And Phones. *chuckles with delight*
I'm like a crazy collectables lady.
The only problem is that I'm not going to have enough room to keep all my new belongings (casually avoiding using the word 'stuff' there). Currently, it all fits into one plastic set of drawers, a shoebox, and a small section of stacked books (and whatever excess is in the laundry basket/wardrobe(s)). And yet I can trasnform my (section of) room into a nuclear reactant waste zone.
Anyways, looking at the book shelf this morning I realised I haven't actually read any novels this year/holidays. I haven't read anything! Except for blog posts and neuroscience articles and a book on stem cell research...but that's not counted! While my genius aquaintences make use of their time crooning over educational notes and complex literature *ahem the ninja Othello readerand people who read historical literature without getting up, running and screaming in the opposite direction* I've just been making posters of fruit with lame captions. Wanna see?
Banana poster. Like?
I should make a brain anatomy one.
My fringe is getting to that stage where it's half in my eyes, but still too short for me to put it up (my hair is most uncooperative). I don't want to cut it, because then how will I trim it into side bangs/a side fringe when it matures into somthing longer? And I don't want to put it up because I look like a retard. Solution- *fluff up fringe so it isn't in eyes anymore*
Genius.
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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If I dwelled on the fact weirdness was a bad thing
I'd probably be dead by now.
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My life's goal
Is to be spontaneous because that's the way I roll
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Is to be spontaneous because that's the way I roll
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