shish kebab

this is a pointless post about grammar, of the lack of.

in between studying, i've been sneakily blog-surfing and unauthorisedly reading other people's rants and raves about random things. from books to relationships to fashions to food.

and of all the things that could have struck me, the one thing that jumped out at me from the screen (in an almost "look-at-me!" kind of way) was this:

grammer. or rather, bad grammar.

does that make me a grammar whore? probably... i spend the longest time picking through my essays for bad grammar, i wince inwardly everytime i myself spout something ungrammatical, and just this afternoon i was giving my job application like a million look-throughs to try and make my statements more grammatically shun4.

(yes, operation summer survival has begun, i've sent off my pdf app for a £7/hr clerical 35hrs/week job at one of the uni halls)

so back to blogs and bad grammar. i do realise that it's their own personal private space and they can do whatever they want with it, like write in yiddish or something. i'm not snobby (i've admitted my own failings on the subject), but i must confess i cringe - not visibly, of course - at every ungrammatical phrase i come across.

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there are plenty of weirdos in london, i'm just pretty fortunate not to have met most of them.

the other day, though, this old guy came up to me as i sat somewhere in campus with my laptop, surfing wirelessly, pointed to my laptop and said, "i've never seen one of those before".

in my well-disguised surprise, i replied, "it's a laptop".

he went, "is that what it's called..."

most of my british friends meet sexually predatory weirdos at night, in the pub or along the street.

i meet a weird who tells me he prefers books to computers, and that he's going to get the full encyclopedia brittanica...

okay.