I know my life is so desperately ironic when in the study and research for another 3000+ word essay I feel myself losing brain cells. I feel like I'm losing the capacity to formulate not only sentences that comply with Grice's maxims of politeness but generally being about to formulate conversation. I'm tired of only being able to converse over television programs and the impending/and currently life destroying snow and my failure to produce literary-worthy synonyms is making me agitated. Yet along with this new found concern for my linguistic capabilities I still retain the intelligence to become increasingly exacerbated with the variation in numerous spellings between the USA and the UK. I am not nonchalant when it comes to the British language's inadequacy to use the letter 'z' within words; but possessing a spell check that insists on spelling everything under American diction really winds me up. Dear self, i WILL read more and worry less about being sixthform-sufficient and i WILL enquire as to where my immutable intensity for words/writing/extended vocabulary has retired to.
As previously fore-shadowed, the current snow that is consuming Britain like a blanket of frosty's fury seems to have consumed the country in some form of disease where they can't do anything but have harangues about it. Please take note, i agree Alaska and various other locations on the globe continue to subsist when the white devil (juxtaposition justified) advances and many of you are critical of how Britain seems to come to a standstill; but one miniscule detail you forgot to consider (well actually two) is that a)we're a fraction of the size of all of these places and b)snowfall doesn't and has never occurred enough for us to devise some scheme that would make us snow-superior. We don't even as a country possess the funds to make our travel services element-able.
Someone give me a lift to Heathrow Airport on Friday the 13th, yeah? ok? Wicked.
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