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Look Kids! I'm on another blog...Vernacular

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I'm reading at Emerson this Friday, but who knows what.

Sitting at the car dealership

Listening to a crazy lady ranting on her cell phone. She is angry because she came in for an oil change and now they are taking her for a ride (heh heh) to the tune of $800 because of pebbles in her breaks. It's true this place is a b.s. factory, but my car's still under warranty.

However, I am also displeased because this is my third visit just to fix the radio which doesn't work when the rear defrost is on. Such a random, stupid issue but it comes up during the winter, nonetheless.

Besides the crazy woman, this wait is doubly torturous because there is an amazing thrift store across the street, but I can pop over because of a highway barrier. So close, yet so far.

Haiti

OK, let me get this straight: there is not sufficient infrastructure to effectively distribute all the aid supplies that is pouring into Haiti, but police have been shooting and killing looters? Is this New Orleans all over again? Being hungry isn't a crime.

Dear Emerson Undergrads

My list of grievances against you is long, but today I will focus on your grossest and most common offense: smoking. Listen kids, this old lady has some news for you: smoking is disgusting. You block my path into buildings with your smoke clusters, and guess what? You don't look cool. You look like a failed imitation of coolness, which is just embarrassing. Plus, you're not going to look young forever, and when you're futilely rubbing night cream into your prematurely aged skin you'll be sorry. So take it from someone who knows, and go spend your money on something better. Even if that is just another pair of American Apparel black leggings.

PS I know what you're thinking, and your right. I am a hypocrite. But I think occasionally having a drag from a cigarette when I'm drunk isn't the same.

H to the Izzle

I'm on the Grammar Girl daily email list, which is usually a snooze fest, and she finally emailed me about something I care about:

The Oxford English Dictionary doesn't commit to "hurray" being the origin of "yay" but does mention it as one possibility. I traced the dates of words that could be origins of "yay" and thought the results were interesting.

1450 Hissa
1682 Huzza
1716 Whurra
1773 Hurrea
1855 Hurray
1865 Hooroar
1888 Hooray
1963 Yay


Huzza is still circulating, but I want to make a plug for bringing back Whurra and Hooroar. They sound scary. I am going to shout them the next time I am drunk in a crowded public area. Just one step at a time.

Grad School,

Were you always this hard? Because I hate you. I mean I really hate you to the point that I want to drop out and lay on my mom's couch just to recover from the thought of how much homework I have due. I'm not sure this is all it was cracked up to be. I'm not sure I want to stick around for another year and a half. You are seriously no fun this semester. It's been less than a month, but already I need a vacation.