Why English Is So Hard

It was my birthday yesterday, so I'm going to be lazy and just post a great poem..."Why English is so hard" We'll begin with a box; the plural is boxes But the plural of ox is oxen, and not oxes Then, one fowl is goose, but two are called geese. Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a long mouse or a whole field of mice, Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always men, Why shouldn't the plural of pan be pen? The cow in the plural may be cows or kine, But the plural of vow is vows, not vine. I speak of a foot, and you show me your feet, But I give you a boot; would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? If the singular is this and the plural is these, Shouldn't the plural of kiss then be kese? Then, one should be that, three may be those But the plural of hat would never be hose. We speak of brother and also of brethren, But though we say mother, we never say metheren. The masculine pronouns are he, his and him, But, imagine the feminin she, shis and shim! So, our English, I think you all agree, Is the trickiest language you ever did see! -Anonymous

A Hungry Ghost

I found an old journal entry of mine, just one loose sheet of paper, from elementary, when my friends ditched me and I was alone for a while. It really struck me, for some reason, especially the last bit (but you have to read it all for the mood to be set). Maybe because I was roughly ten years old when I wrote this? Maybe because I remember the loneliness, and reading this reminded me of how hard I'd tried to ignore it all. Maybe because I see myself in it. Here it is, quoted ad verbum (except for some corrections) :"Oh, well I had a very painful time when I had trouble with my friends, I came home crying. They would exclude me, insult me, and do anything to hurt me.Once they said I had a fever and everyone avoided me for two weeks. Other times they ignored me. They would whisper when I passed and somehow made my best friend dump me. I didn't care, though my two only friends left as well.I enjoyed recess by myself. Then I made a new friend (I always make new friends), and it's Kate. I was told to avoid this group but they were friendly. I told them about my problems, and felt a lot better.The old group still envies me and the way I can easily make new friends. Now I avoid them. Another thing, I've made friends all my life. So I know how to approach a new person. Just be nice, invite them to play or eat with you. I know how they feel, all alone, for I've experienced it, sitting there by yourself like a hungry ghost."

What Do You Want?

"Who buys a minute’s mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy?For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?" -William ShakespeareI love that quote. There are people who are ready to do anything for five minutes of happiness or fame or attention or whatever they want. What do you want?Ask someone that question. And be careful how you ask it. What do you want?What do you want?What do you want?What do you want?Money. Fame. Sex. Love. Success. Friends. Pain. Joy. Children. Acceptance. Time.So many things, so many people. The answers can differ depending on the question.What would you give for your heart's desire? Is anything really worth giving up for something you don't need?

The Edge of Reason

"Was a bit like Christmas, or more like when somebody dies and with funeral and all the fuss nothing is normal so people do not notice the loss because they are so distracted. It is when life goes back to what it was without the person that the trouble starts. Like now for example." (Bridget Jones, "The Edge of Reason" pg. 113)That fits perfect for how I feel, in a strange way. With all the panic of the move (yes, I moved house, and don't have inet at home at the moment, which explains my long inet absence) suddenly I find myself sitting in my new room (filled with boxes) and the panic of moving is over... and now's when the trouble starts.It's pretty hard to turn your head off... that's what guns are for.Life's just weird. Actually, people are. Yep...