About me, this blog, and whatever else I feel like writing about.

Why hello there. If you're reading this, you're probably either:
A. My mom, who is ecstatic because I have finally started a blog like she's been bugging me about for the past billion years.
B. My dad, because mom told him to.
C. One of my brothers to keep track of my life, but also (and mostly) to get new material to make fun of me.
D. One of my friends because I begged you to go to my blog so that I can feel not absolutely pathetic.

Anyways, whoever you may be, you probably already know a fair amount about me, but I'm going to give you the low down on Lea Gibson anyways.
-For those of you who understand what this means, I'm an ISFJ on Myers-Briggs and a type 2 (The Helper) on the Enneagram
-I grew up in a small town in Northwest Washington, about 10-15 minutes from the Canadian border.
-I am attending Wheaton College near Chicago to get a degree in Spanish education and just finished my second year there
-I love horses. Love, love, love.
-My top pet peeves are all about my name: being called Eleanor (my full name), people pronouncing my name Lay-uh (especially being called Princess Leia), or people spelling my name wrong (I know, I know, there's like 20 different ways to spell it. I think mine is the simplest.)
-I love writing, and have since elementary school when forced to write a book in 3rd grade. Though I don't write as much as I used to, I still do occasionally, but it usually ends up being angsty teenager song lyrics that I can't get away with writing since I'm no longer a teenager. (But wait... neither is Taylor Swift, yet she gets away with it...? A topic for a day I feel especially like ranting)  
-I also love music. I took piano lessons from kindergarten through high school, sung in various choirs for 5 years, and got a ukulele for Christmas this year.

Enough about me. Now about this blog. Why start one? Why pick this name? Why should you bother reading it? As I mentioned at the beginning, my mom has telling me to start a blog since I was in high school. I always said that I had nothing interesting to write about, so why bother? I still don't have anything particularly interesting to write about, but I really miss writing just for fun, so I thought that I'd start this up. The name comes from two major things about my character: I tend to exaggerate a lot, and I external process a lot. Hyperbolea (pronounced like hyperbole but with a "uh" at the end so it sounds like my name) was one of the many nicknames my brothers came up for me. It only lasted for a summer, but it always stuck out to me as one that I liked.... maybe that's why they stopped using it. But anyways, my guess is that the title is a pretty good indication of what this blog will end up consisting of: exaggerations/over reactions and external processing. As for why you should bother reading this, hopefully it will be entertaining. I know it may surprise some of you, but I can have some insightful thoughts, and I'll share those on here as well. And if for nothing else, at least stay for the post showing all my failed decoration attempts for my floor next year that I'll post at some point this summer. It's pretty pathetic, and I'm not even close to done yet. I did not become an RA because I'm artistic and have the capability of decorating a floor well. But enough for now. Good job to all of you who actually read all of this!