Language...

Yesterday I was talking to my aunt when an inspiration hit me.  She was saying that I should use more colorful language and writing in this blog.  But I was really confused.  Does that mean that I should just throw around a bunch of big words in my posts?  Like, "Greetings, recalcitrant homo sapiens of the world wide web, and welcome to my myriad of editorials about... pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis and stuff!"  Or does that mean I post in a different language every sentence, like "नमस्ते दोस्तों!  歡迎在我的博客!  Pourquoi je ne parle pas l'anglais?"  Or should I focus specifically where she said "colorful" and post like this?


I'll think about what she meant and get back to you later.  But you know, what really confuses me is the word "language".  It's a really confusing word, when you think about it.  I mean, look at all the meanings it has:


1.  There's the normal one, which is like "I am taking French as my foreign language in school!"
2.  Then when someone swears and somebody yells out, "Watch your language!"
3.  Then the one which I already mentioned, to use "Colorful and creative language and varied vocabulary!"


It's really annoying having so many meaning for this one word.  If I was one of the people who invented English, I would have had a different word for each of these meaning.  I'd probably choose some really awesome word like, "blastorzistical".  If it were for me, people would be running around yelling at each other to, "Watch your blastorzisticals!"


Speaking of blastorzisticals and new words, I wonder how a language gets made.  I know the language supposedly "gradually changes over time", but I have trouble seeing this happening.  Like, one day me and a bunch of friends decide that instead of speaking regular English, wee wile talken licks dis?  So then it becomes habit and we name our new way of talking "Gopalinglish"?  Or do a bunch of old men with long beards sit around in a circle deciding the words in their new language.  Yeah... I can see that happening.  "We will call this a square.  *points to circle*"  "No!  We must call that a triangle!"  "What about calling it a circle?"  *Murmurs in the crowd* "Yes, circle it is.  Now, onto naming these weird hairy things hanging from our chins..."

Turning Emo

Hmm... I wonder what it would be like to turn emo... Do people just suddenly decide "I AM EMO" and cut themselves and go all the way at once?  Or is it a slower process, like, first they cover their faces in make-up, then they smear it all to make it look like they're crying the next week, then they start listening to heavy metal music the next week?  Personally, if I came to school and saw that my friend had worn some make-up, I'd think he's crazy.  I can picture it...
"Hey Jim, you got something under your eyes."
Jim gets like, a dark look in his eyes and goes, "I know."
I'd slap him probably and be like, "Wipe it off..."
Jim: "Okay, whatever."
There.  Problem solved.  See the way I roll, I just cheer up everybody around me!

Hi!

All right.  Sooo as some of you reading this may know, I'm writing a book...  It's about a guy who murders his parents and his sister, then kills himself.  Fun stuff.  Anyway, since it has a depressing topic, and I don't want to "turn emo" writing a book like that, I've decided to keep up this blog of random things.  So yeah.  Enjoy!