So Very Short

Hello fellow strangers and people I have pestered to read my blog,

So if you know me in real life, you probably know that I'm kind of short. By kind of, I mean quite short, but recently I have began to grow to be about average sized. This came as a bit of a shock and I don't really want to grow anymore, because honestly being short is pretty freaking great, no matter how much I complain about it. Why? Well I can tell you.

• It makes you unique.
• If you're short, people notice that about you and tease you about it, which can be annoying but it's just them pointing out that you're short and that they kind of like it.
• You are easily spotted... Well if you're not in a crowd, because you'd get lost among taller people.

Me and Taylor at the White Barn (Photo credits to Faith from our shared album)

• Hugging is fun with pretty much everyone
• If you are short, with friends, or more than friends, you get to go on your tiptoes to hug a person and you get the comfort of resting your head on their torso. (As seen in the above picture)
• You automatically know where to put your arms in the hug.

• You get hand me downs.
• Honestly I'm pretty sure that over 50% of my closet is hand me downs (Thanks Taylor and Faith, major contributors) and it's freaking wonderful. I get all these wonderful beautiful clothes for free
• If you like someone's fashion taste, you can gain a little part of that from hand me downs and develop it to be your own.
• You get picked up and are part of stunt things.
• I was trying to avoid dance in this, but being short is good when you're a dancer. The short people are the ones involved most in stunting, which is something I love.
• It's easier to convince people to give you a piggy back ride.
• More room
• I've heard many tall people complain about how cramped certain things like cars and planes and desks and most seated positions can be. I don't have to worry about that
• I get to lay in bed and stretch my legs straight and arms above my head and still have room.
• Prime spot in groups
• Whether this refers to pictures or to gathering around a phone, I always manage to get near the front because people can see over my head.
• People see me as less of a bother when trying to see near the front.
• Navigating crowds
• I don't know why but I can always just slip easily through crowds. Maybe I see gaps taller people don't or people don't mind me sneaking through
• If I don't want to weave through them, I can always stand behind someone taller and allow them to part the crowd. 

So to summarize, before you get annoyed at someone using your head as an arm rest, again(which is never funny, just rude btw), think about the advantages you have to being short.

So Very Admiring

Dear Allie Brosh,
Welcome to my blog that has partially been written based off of yours. Not word for word or blog post per blog post because that'd be creepy, but you have inspired me quite a bit. Your voice is heard really well in your writing, and you always manage to make me laugh. I love your drawings, not because they're comparable to the Mona Lisa in quality, but because they are uniquely yours (Though I suspect your version of the Mona Lisa would be pretty fabulous). I don't really draw on this blog but that's beside the point, we are both really awkward bloggers that are trying to get people to laugh. (I would add a picture but the copyright monster would fight me and I don't want that)

Screenshot of your pageloads at the moment in which I am writing this...

Thank you for helping me push past the boundaries of writing so that I seem like a pretty good person in general and do things pretty well, to writing about my true self, no matter how awkward or strange that person may be. Because of you, I have figured out how to translate my voice into writing. Perhaps my current 800 something page views is not quite as impressive but I do hope you enjoy reading this awkward(ly amazing) blog now that you are here and reading it.

You are a talented and amazing person that blogs well and managed to encourage me to be my true self and introduce me to the world of blogging. Thanks to you, I now spend my free time randomly browsing through the many blogs on the internet making myself laugh, though none of those have made me laugh as often as your blog did. In fact, I distinctly remember reading every single one of your blog posts once I discovered your blog within a week. That took some serious dedication and time out of my hands, but it was totally worth it.

When I was told to write a post about someone that inspired this blog, and someone I would be so proud if they read my blog, and I had no clue who to write about. This was because I write about myself, for my own sake, getting to know myself. Then, I remembered how I first started reading blogs really and I immediately knew who to write about. You are like a cooler, better version of me and are extremely relatable. Thank you for bringing joy into my life for that one week that I actually read your blog and the many times I have revisited it.

Now that you've read some of the most awkward 450ish words I have one more small request to you. Would you mind commenting so that I know you read this blog because that would encourage me so much and it would let me know that you read it and just would generally be an amazing experience.
Sincerely,
Alicia Whitty
PS: You're a pretty witty person ahaha get it?

So Very Petlike

Pets are amazing and everyone should have one at least once in their life. If you don't, I'm sorry.
First of all, I'd like to say that I have three pets that are all slightly crazy,

• Leah-She's just a sweet dog who's obedient and kind and always wants attention from humans while completely ignoring other dogs for their owners. 

Artsy Photo of Leah (Photo Credits: Me)

• Timi-Timi is our oldest cat, and though now he's quite nice nicer than before, when he was younger, he was king of the neighbourhood. He always prowled the streets and got into fights with our neighbours' cats over who was the boss of the neighbourhood. In fact my dad loves to tell the story of the time my cat was underneath my mom's car and he went outside to check out the source of mewling and hissing and heard him under the car and tufts of fur were just floating out from underneath. Now that he's older, he is more cuddly and actually lets us touch him approximately once every other Wednesday.

The ferocious Timi (Photo Credits: Cat treats + My camera)

• Cactus-We got Cactus when we came back from Sweden from the person that had been taking care of Timi while we were away. We took Leah with us, even though her ticket cost more than ours combined. Anyway, the person who had taken care of Timi loved him so much that she got a kitten while we were away. Then she moved somewhere that didn't allow cats, so we got both. Cactus' nickname is shadow because in the first two weeks of getting her, the most any of us saw of her was maybe a tail visible from behind the shredder. She started liking me first and I was the only one who could approach her, then eventually pet her and call her by scratching whatever surface is nearby, followed by a mimicking of petting a cat, then she comes over. Our family believes that she had bad experiences with men because she never seems to trust them much, though she's become much more snuggly and is currently lying on my arms while I try to type this. 

A picture of the Cactus I know (Photo Credits: Me and cat treats)

• The three of them combined seem to have conspired so that whenever we sit down, they want out, and they can never go out at the same time. At least we're getting exercise. 

Second of all, I'd like to describe why I am a pet and why that probably bothers people. I am not up for adoption, but if you want to adopt a pet, may I recommend this shelter? Also I don't think adopting a human is legal....
I believe I am most like a dog, but not the obedient kind, who always does as told, but the type that just can't be trained. I believe my mother has figured out this long before I have. First of all, I am asked repeatedly to do the same thing, until I finally do it, and in the beginning, I was rewarded, but now, I just have to do it so I've stopped caring so much for doing it.
Second of all, whenever I get a new toy, I play with it for hours and then forget about it. I don't play with toys anymore, because it's not "socially acceptable" and though often I don't care about it, teenage logic have taught me that I have to be exactly like everyone else, but still be completely and utterly different somehow. Now back to the toy thing. I recently got a new item. It was a curling iron. This is not something to be played with and should only be used when needed, but I wanted to use it! So what did I do. Every so often, I'd go downstairs, plug it in, wait for it to heat up while prepping my hair with a heat protectant, brush through it and curl my hair for a minute, then brush through my hair again so it wasn't so noticeable. Hello mother, yes, I do this... Now for those of you blessed with long straight locks, you may be wondering how no one noticed. Well my hair is naturally wavy/curly, depending on how long it has been since it has been straightened or wet. Straightening makes it straight for about 10 minutes before my hair rebelliously starts to become wavy again, then curl up. Wetting my hair makes it curly aflack. (That is a term I use in my head for AF, don't ask, I didn't consciously do it, my mind is strange. ) Anyway... uh bye?

So Very Challenging

Imagine a sweet and innocent Alicia in 4th period, realising that not only is she not quite the nicest person to others, she isn't amazingly wonderful toward herself. Imagine her talking to her friend about it. Imagine them both determining that they need to change, at least temporarily.

This happened today, and has caused me a dilemma. I enjoy making little jokes that are not the nicest toward myself or toward others, and I enjoy being able to use any word I wish, but sometimes I go a little overboard, then feel quite terrible about it. This happens to me on a regular basis, so I created a challenge for myself to neither swear or be mean to anyone, including siblings or myself. 

I need this book (Photo Credits)

As well as this one (Photo Credits)

Note, if you are reading this blog, there is a large chance that I can stand you. Now, approximately an hour after it started, I realised it is a lot more challenging than you would imagine when you bravely decide to do it with you friend.

Because I am doing this, I decided to write a positive post about things I like about the world, this is also sort of my Thanksgiving post. 

• I like the people in the world, they inspire me every day and make me a better person, no matter what I do. 
• This one is in light of recent tragedies. I love the fact that as soon as terrible things happen, people unite to help those in trouble, and those who are in trouble end up surviving, even though tragedies have occurred. 
• I like that the fact that that the United States finally legalised gay marriage, even though it's long overdue.
• I like the fact that no matter how slowly, developed countries are becoming more accepting of the world. 
• I am thankful that I have caring and kind parents who pay for me. We're expensive.
• I am so thankful for my friends because no matter how much I stray from ideal, they love me no matter what.
• I love the fact that I have found something that gives my life purpose and gives me hope, but it challenges me to aspire for more. 
• I am glad that no matter what, I have hope.
• I love books and reading, the fact that I can pick up something light an dive into an alternate universe or a land far, far away. It gives me an escape and sometimes, when I'm stressed or feeling down, I can just end up fighting to death in an arena being cheered on by people with interesting hair.

I would love to write more because this makes me feel pretty happy about my life, but I have to go be an even better person by doing homework that isn't the most interesting but is still quite important. That kind of sounded nerdy but I admit, I am an English nerd and proud of it. 

PS: The post about how I embarrass myself is on it's way, as well as the blog post that I have written but don't have good pictures for yet. 

So Very Awkwardly Nice

Hello fellow strangers and people I've pestered to read my blog,
I realise I was supposed to write about sleep as I promised in my last blog post, but I was bored on a Sunday night so I started formulating two blog posts in my head, neither of which have anything to do with sleep. I laughed at my jokes so I decided to write them down for a later date, but finished this one and decided to publish it. So here we are. This may be similar to Hyperbole and a Half, I've been reading that a lot lately and tend to be influenced by my readings, so if it is, I didn't mean to but at least I gave credit.
Depending on who you are, you may be familiar with my compliments or wonder why I am writing a post about them because all I do is harmlessly tease you. (Note: I NEVER MEAN anything mean) How do I know this? Well I tend to glorify every single person around me, which I guess is a good thing, but I also am terrible at social. This clashes with compliments in a weird way. These are the steps that seem to occur.

1. I notice something I like about whoever I am currently looking at. This happens almost instantaneously and is the easiest part of this whole thing. My thought process ends up something like, 'She's quite attractive."
2. I try to figure out what I like about the person, as my mind usually just ends up mean girling (That is a verb, and if it isn't, it should be)

   

   Credit to a random website that came up when I googled you're like really pretty mean girls

3. I stare at this person for a while until it becomes creepy, trying to figure out how to phrase the compliment without creeping the other person out, while creeping them out. I suspect by the end of this, there is drool hanging out of my mouth and I look really weird. 
4. I immediately say I zoned out and start laughing awkwardly to avoid creeping whoever I was staring at out. 
5. I then decide that I can't put the compliment off any longer and try to phrase whatever I was saying in words. In my thoughts, I'm saying "Your eyelashes are really pretty." But sadly, my social skills are very faulty so I usually end up sounding like someone who just got their wisdom teeth pulled out, or like a little kid trying to create a coherent sentence, which probably sounds something like, "Eyelashes grow pretty."
6. The other person usually looks at me with a sympathetic smile and laughs a little awkwardly to try to avoid an even more awkward situation and says something like, "Thanks?"
7. I then feel ashamed and try to explain myself, but again, my social skills are flawed because I don't often exercise these skills, as my mother seems to have noticed. This ends up sounding something like "HahaImeanyoureyelashesarelonganditreallysuitsyoureyetypedoyouusemascaraorsomethinglikethatbecausetheylookamazingandI'mprobablycreepingyououtrightnowsoIshouldprobablystopspeakingbutanywayyoureyelashesarereallypretty."
8. The person looks at me with a blank face, then politely smiles and says, "Um could you say that a little slower?"
9. I take this as a chance to save myself and try to form a coherent thought so I don't look like even more of a weirdo, but it's better than before so it probably ends up sounding violent but nice, like "Your eyelashes are really pretty, like I wish I could rip them out and glue them onto my eyes, they're that nice."
10. I hide my face in shame while they look at me with a confused and bewildered expression, then realise it was a compliment and blink then say something like "Uh thanks..."

If anyone could help me get over my awkwardness, please help me, I'd like to be a nice person instead of an intensely creepy one. I seem to have mastered it on paper, as my dance friends know, but I would like to be able to social some day. Please help...

So Very Welcoming

Hello fellow strangers and people I've pestered to read my blog, I’m Alicia Whitty (Hahahaha the blog title... Get it?...) Now that that’s over with.

I rode in a limo for the first time on Saturday. Also my friend celebrated her Quinceañera. For those of you who don’t know what that is, I barely know either, but here’s what I know. It’s basically a tradition for girls who live in or girls who are from Latin American countries to celebrate their 15th birthday and growing into adult women. Anyway, back to the more interesting things, my life... heh...

So anyway, back to the limousine. We had just finished getting ready for the church service and party after practicing for the dances we were going to be doing in front of the audience, we were at my friend Val’s house when this long white limousine pulled into the neighbourhood. Like the mature teenagers we were, we squealed and started taking pictures. We got into the limo, followed by Val and her dress, see below.

The limo that pulled up at the house (My picture)

We went to the church service where I totally knew every single word the priest was saying. (In Spanish... I’m taking French...In other words, that was sarcasm) I’m slightly scared I was rude or something... Anywho, after that, we went to take pictures and then decided to go to Walmart and walk around because it’d be pretty hilarious. I kept trying to get the rest of the group to sit by the TVs and just stare at them and if anyone asked, say we couldn’t afford a TV at our house, while wearing expensive dresses. After we all had a good laugh we drove around in the limo and listened to music. Poor Holly felt violated, offended, hurt and bad when we were asked to skip ‘Drag Me Down.’ Anyway, to say the least we had a lot of fun.

Soon it was time for the party, and we helped with the final preparations then waited in the hotel room for a grand entrance. The entire party was amazing and we got to listen to popular music and turn into a synchronised team whenever songs like the ‘Macarena’ and ‘The Slide’ and those songs that told you what to do. We then performed our dances and Val got a puppy... A puppy! SHE GOT A PUPPY FOR HER BIRTHDAY! Then they started blasting mariachi music until 1 AM which was when the party ended. To say the least, it was so fun.  I’m not even being sarcastic because I was with my friends. It was pretty great and all that…

Val and her dress (Creepshot credit: me)

Note: Most of the time, I am being sarcastic about literally everything so don’t take everything I say seriously. In fact, sometimes I will be sarcastic but actually mean what I’m saying. Please don’t be confused. That’s my job. :) Heh anyway, that is what happens in my wonderfully strange mind. I don’t even know, I’m babbling right now aren’t I. Yes… I guess that I am.

I don’t really know what else to write so um yeah... Bye? Bye for now? Au revoir? I need a good ending.