I'm Lena, and I'm sixteen years old. I was born here in Lexington, and lived in Indiana for a few years when I was younger. As you can see, we moved from Indiana, as it was an awful, cold, and flat place with too much corn. Thankfully, my family and I live here in Kentucky now, and it's pretty nice. This summer, my aunt, uncle, and cousin moved in with us from Thailand, and right now they're trying to get their citizenship. I also have a dog, a boxer named Gigi, and she is recipient of my unrelenting, unrequited love.
I went to Veterans Park for elementary school, and then Tates Creek for middle school. Now I'm here at Henry Clay as a Junior, and it's hard to believe all of this time went by. In a nutshell, this year, I hope to continue my straight a's streak (knock on wood), do well in the clubs I'm in (Speech and Debate, Model UN, etc.), as well as not make an utter fool of myself on my year-round swim team. It's become apparent that fulfilling all of those goals will be a bit of a struggle, and will likely require a demonic ritual or two, but I'll make it.
Still, if a demonic ritual doesn't work out as planned, and I'll have to push through, the only way I could do so would be with music. I love singing, yes, but the thing is, I'm awful at it. So, instead of going deaf by listening to myself sing, I listen to others sing. My music taste is EXTREMELY eclectic and bizarre, ranging from the latest Top 40 pop, to retro sixties and seventies music, to whiny indie ballads, to folk rock. After all, variety is the spice of life. Listening to music can do almost anything for me, from calming me from the ceaseless demands of life, to getting me up and running for a race. Music has been my saving grace in many cases, and I have not a clue how I would have made it this far without it.
As said earlier, I am horrible at singing. As I am with volleyball, running, tennis, and essentially anything requiring a ball. However, there is one thing that I am not entirely awful at, and that's swimming. I have been swimming competitively for almost ten years, and I am on a year-round team. Though I'm no Michael Phelps (it's hard to go fast when you're 5'2.5), I try my best to be dedicated to the sport. I find it a wonderful way to relieve stress, and it is something that I aim to stick with for the rest of my life. *Also, if you find that you are somewhat inclined towards water, I encourage you join the swim team for Henry Clay. We need more bodies.
Being mediocre at many things is hard, so in an effort to combat the crushing notion that I will amount to nothing in life, I immerse myself into the world of Ice and Fire. I am shamelessly obsessed with Game of Thrones, and have read the entire series. I picked up the first book in eighth grade after my old english teacher gave up on reading it, and in the following six months, I devoured the entire series. Immediately after I had finished the books, I headed straight to the library and rented out all the DVDs, and binged on them over spring break. I can name just about every major house in the universe, as well as half the castles in the realm, and can probably reiterate the plotline by memory if someone asks. It's a bit of a problem, but I'm okay. I'm experiencing withdrawal right now since the author is doing everything but writing the next book, and will likely die before it's even finished, but after all, valar morghulis.
You may ask how I have so much time to read Game of Thrones, and it is because my family almost never gets out. We're homebodies for the most part. But, once a year, when we do peek our heads out of our cavernous dwelling, we like to go someplace that's not home. A while back, my parents were bit by the travel bug, and ever since then, we've gone on some sort of journey almost every year. This year, my family and I went on a mad European extravaganza, flying across the Atlantic to Oslo, London, and Amsterdam. I will have to say that that trip was one of my favorites, and was certainly the highlight of my summer. Traveling gives my family and me a sort of feeling that we couldn't get from anywhere else, and it has opened our eyes to many different walks of life, and hopefully, will help us live as better citizens of a growing world.
Here's a picture of me eating cheese in Amsterdam. If you love cheese, Amsterdam is the place for you. I'm wasn't really a cheese person, but Amsterdam changed me. Cheese there was this creamy, nutty goodness that was like a warm hug from your favorite person. It was great.
One other thing that I used to hate but now love is a small website called Tumblr. A year or two ago, after seeing so many textposts that gave me an eight-pack from laughing so hard, I caved in and created a Tumblr account. However, that turned out to be an awful idea at the time, as I soon found myself in a whirlwind of social justice warrior madness. The whole side of Tumblr was awful, and I had to quit after an argument with some polygender pansy. However, after a couple months, I decided that I missed the wonderfully weird website, and decided to get back on, and I have not regretted it. While the site is notorious for harboring mental-illness-romanticizing-fools, there's a ton of positive, funny messages that no matter how bad my day is, always manage to cheer me up. Check it out. You won't regret it (just don't go too deep).
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mmmm cheese
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