Sunday, February 22, 2009
My brother's really funny. Oh, that boy makes me laugh sometimes.
So, i've been reading... YES. I READ. (And No, smart-asses, not just magazines. Books. Novels. And yes Bryan, I can feel you smirking, WITHOUT PICTURES.)
Let's not act surpise.
So anyways, i do this thing where if I come across a word I'm not familiar (OKAY FINE. It happens often, enough) and I'll write it down and go online and check the meaning to it and try and cram the meaning into the goldfish of memory I have. And sometimes when I'm unsure of the pronounciation, I click the microphone button and the automated voice says it, and that's how I plan to expand my vocabulary.
So, I've been going at it for about 3 hours and the whole time, my brother's behind me playing some brain-cell-killing game on his PSIII and sometimes he repeats the word after the automated voice. He often says it in a tone where he's shocked that his sister 16 months his senior does not even know the mere meaning of a word so Simple. So I challenge him to explaining to me the meaning of the word, and 9 out of 10 times he gets the meaning spot on and his explaination to knowing the meaning of the word is that he's heard/seen it on WOW... What.
The first time I heard the word: Gyrating, was on Veronica Mars during the scene where she was in court and testifying against Logan's dad. See Mother, being a closet TV junkie isnt all that of a waste of time; I've learnt a thing or two. And anyways, I thought I was being really smart by asking him what this word meant and he doesn't take his eyes off his game, and continues clicking away profusely, making sure he's killing everything in his sight, sighs (the mother effer sighs!) and says: "Well. Madonna does it alot. Gyrating."
So I chose another word that sounded familiar to me did not know the exact meaning of, Legion. I looked it up online and it gave an example of the French Foreign Legion. "Do you know the French Foreign Legion?" I questioned. "... Not personally, but yes I've heard of them" He answered like I just asked him if I was fat; something Completely obvious and smthg he felt was a world-known fact. "Well. What do they do than?" I pushed on. "What. Most. Militaries. Do." He said, and took his eyes off his precious game and looked at me like I was 4 years old.
Whatever. He probably doesnt know what Gentrification, or Sangfroid or Trepidation means.
To be honest, neither do I.
Off to thefreedictionery.com I go.
