Apparently, a reasonable case could be made for spelling the word "fish" as "ghoti." GH from enouGH, O from wOmen, and TI from naTIon. Oh, English...
"The English language is a rich verbal tapestry woven together from the tongues of the Greeks, the Latins, the Angles, the Klaxtons, the Celtics, and many more other ancient peoples, all of whom had severe drinking problems." -Dave Barry
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Summer Love
(Inspired by one of my sister's essays from all her recent college application preparation.)
As with all matters of the heart, I could think of nothing else. On the plane ride home, his scent lingered on my clothes, and his deep green eyes seemed to stare at me from every window reflection...I kept glancing through the photos we'd taken together on my phone, feeling a tug of nostalgia as each memory reentered my mind. Good byes are never easy...
The beginning was tentative. I sought to protect myself from painful past experiences repeating themselves, and as he observed and evaluated me, I strove to maintain an aloof sort of apathy. When he brushed gently against my body as he walked by, I pretended not to notice. When he threw me sidelong glances, as if gazing deep into my soul, I hastily averted my eyes. Once or twice, I couldn't help myself...losing control, I submitted to my impatient desire and reached out to stroke his soft cheek, feeling tingles of satisfaction as his eyes closed with pleasure. These rare precious occasions turned into a daily routine, and soon, we were inseparable. We spent hours in the house alone, with only each other for company. He watched Olympics with me, listened to me practice, and sat at the table with me as I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Though sweet, he was a complicated personality--he's the type that always wants to play a little hard-to-get. Snuggled up in my arms, just when I thought I'd won him over, he would pull himself out of my embrace and walk away, looking back at me as if to say, "You're great, but I've got better things to do." Usually I don't like to play such games...I like straight-up honesty, laying each other's emotional cards on the table. But with him, it was different. I was mesmerized--each time I earned his attention was a personal victory.
Before I knew it, our time together was over. Summer was coming to a close, and I had to go home...all good things must end. He was still sleeping when I left. I didn't want to wake him. I wanted my last image of him to be one of peace and pure happiness. Plus, farewells are a weakness of mine. Maybe it was best not to say good bye.
Often I think back to all our good times, the undeniable connection we shared...and though he never admitted it, I just know that deep down inside that complex soul of his, he loves me. Though we may be miles and oceans apart, Sirius will always be in my heart.
As with all matters of the heart, I could think of nothing else. On the plane ride home, his scent lingered on my clothes, and his deep green eyes seemed to stare at me from every window reflection...I kept glancing through the photos we'd taken together on my phone, feeling a tug of nostalgia as each memory reentered my mind. Good byes are never easy...
The beginning was tentative. I sought to protect myself from painful past experiences repeating themselves, and as he observed and evaluated me, I strove to maintain an aloof sort of apathy. When he brushed gently against my body as he walked by, I pretended not to notice. When he threw me sidelong glances, as if gazing deep into my soul, I hastily averted my eyes. Once or twice, I couldn't help myself...losing control, I submitted to my impatient desire and reached out to stroke his soft cheek, feeling tingles of satisfaction as his eyes closed with pleasure. These rare precious occasions turned into a daily routine, and soon, we were inseparable. We spent hours in the house alone, with only each other for company. He watched Olympics with me, listened to me practice, and sat at the table with me as I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Though sweet, he was a complicated personality--he's the type that always wants to play a little hard-to-get. Snuggled up in my arms, just when I thought I'd won him over, he would pull himself out of my embrace and walk away, looking back at me as if to say, "You're great, but I've got better things to do." Usually I don't like to play such games...I like straight-up honesty, laying each other's emotional cards on the table. But with him, it was different. I was mesmerized--each time I earned his attention was a personal victory.
Before I knew it, our time together was over. Summer was coming to a close, and I had to go home...all good things must end. He was still sleeping when I left. I didn't want to wake him. I wanted my last image of him to be one of peace and pure happiness. Plus, farewells are a weakness of mine. Maybe it was best not to say good bye.
Often I think back to all our good times, the undeniable connection we shared...and though he never admitted it, I just know that deep down inside that complex soul of his, he loves me. Though we may be miles and oceans apart, Sirius will always be in my heart.
Hehe. Just kidding. :) But in all seriousness, I really do miss this cat. So surprised I wasn't allergic to him!
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