hi i'm alt0 (alto)/alt/altered! they/them, he/him. i am a minor
i'll be back one day
btw: unofficial adolescent life advice column!!
i swear i'm wise beyond my years or whatever. feel free to send in asks/prompts/DMs about:
high school & college applications
taking care of room/house
keeping up mental health/hygiene
extracurriculars vs. academics vs. social life balance
taking care of yourself in various ways
making a life worth living
this can range from vents (specify advice vs. comfort vs. no response wanted) to specific questions & advice or just to chat. this is my hobby and i realize i can do this online too SOOOOO
my specialty is school applications but i have advice of all sorts stored up in my brain ,, someone PLEASE ask me questions i love love love questions about these topics
tagging/indexing below cut
tags i use:
my stuff:
#alt0.text
#alt0.ask
#alt0.art
#advice column
things i write about:
#serious words -> life lessons or stories or whatever. i guess
#thoughts about the world
#elements of the world
#media analysis
#literary analysis
#film analysis
i do use these terms loosely for my own organization! i do not claim any sort of knowledge in these areas, lol
for me to keep track or for you to browse:
#fave -> my favorites drawer i pull out sometimes
#liveblogging
#cool art -> my little bookshelf of art from others that i'm putting on display, you should check them out
#friends art
#reblog
#mecore
#:) -> things that are wholesome and happy :D
#:( -> things that make me upset /positive
#posts that make me think
#oddly philosophical sillies -> similar to "#posts that make me think," but silly edition. joke posts that turned into brainfood for me <3
#euphorias -> things that give me joy for inexplicable reasons
#book tag -> posts about books or are commentary on books
#fakeposting -> i lie about things that never happened (FAKEPOSTING ORGANIZATION POST HERE)
#lieposting -> i say things i don't believe in
media sorting:
#gif
#video
#comic
other notes:
i tag fandoms if relevant, typically in art posts i reblog
and yes, i keep this entire organizer list in my brain. this is just for y'all to see
earlier this year 2 boys got expelled from my school for going on a teachers email and sending another teacher an email that says “you’re a disgusting little man” and i laugh about it all the time because imagine opening an email from your coworker and thinking it’s important and then it says that
Do Eridians know they are different colours. I bet Grace's alien kids love finding out what colour they are. It means absolutely nothing to them but they're like :O :O
Some of them think he's making this whole 'colour' thing up to mess with them and try to catch him out by asking again on a different day to prove he's just saying random noises but he's like you are still blue buddy and they're like :O :O
Like if we met an alien species who had extra senses & they said that some humans felt spingly and some humans felt spoingly I bet we'd all want to know if we were spingly or spoingly humans
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
No more sleeping with my phone within reach because I was having an extremely vivid dream that I was the victim of some sort of mass-poisoning. the notorious poisoner? "The Centipede Cult." They used a specific type of poison, referred to only by its chemical nomenclature, which I somehow remembered perfectly upon waking. It went: □□ Na({}^{2})
Because that makes sense. Anyway, this poison would submit me to its well-known and much-feared symptom: "17 Day Paralysis" in which you're paralyzed for exactly 17 days and you only chance of survival is to be on full machine support for 17 days.
Just before the medical team intubated me I remembered I have a Zoom meeting with my academic advisor today (I actually do in real life) and I needed to email him to let him know I was the victim of a mass-poisoning and would need to reschedule.
I kept trying to type the "□" symbol in my dream but could not figure out how and gave up.
I woke up in real life to find I'd begun drafting an email in my sleep to my professor in the Gmail app. I was apparently using talk-to-text (I often do because of my hand neuropathy) but speaking in Irish, which talk-to-text never understands, so other than the words in English "poison" and "centipede" the entire email was complete nonsense.
