Do you know what I mean by blackberry winter? Probably only if you read that first post.
But don't bother - it has distorted pictures. I have no idea what happened to them, because I have a really good camera which takes really good photos for all my other posts. I am constantly trying for better photos. I think this blog is supposed to be about that, isn't it? *cough cough* photography section *cough*
Anyway, where was I?
My love for interesting words and phrases.
I know several people who have absolutely astonishing vocabularies. They are usually both bookworms and homeschoolers. I am/was both, but I think my vocabulary has suffered a little ever since I began to read at primary school. The books were really boring and simple and unfortunately shrunk my literary horizons. I wasn't always homeschooled.
But this isn't a depressed look into my impoverished past (I'm sure my teachers meant best when they told me what to read). I bear the scars of a voracious reader who began be reading whatever she could lay her hands on, and was then given books suitable for her grade/year level. Oh no! Memories are flooding into my mind even now as I write!
Years later I can still picture those thin, oh so unsubstantial books, handed out to every student to be read after school (we even had to get our parents to sign their lives away, swearing we had finished the book). I think I forged my mother's signature. Not because I wasn't reading those little books, but because I was reading too many.
I even remember the series: Aussie Bites
Blah. I see they are still producing excellent reading material for Australian students...
PLEASE DO NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE FOLLOWING CONTENT (you have been warned)
Marty's amazing talent takes
him into the secret, fantastic,
highly competitive world of
World Championship Farting!
Archie Cupid is a perfect angel. Lizzie Imp is just perfectly naughty!
But when Archie gets Lizzie's spitball up his nose and Lizzie gets struck by Archie's arrow, everything changes . . .
Skeeta Anderson woke up one morning to find that his bum was gone. And not only his bum, but the bum of every single person in the town of Bugalugs.
It's up to Skeeta to catch the thief . . .
Sheesh, I'm not trying to run a smear campaign, but I wasn't even aware I was reading...this.
Where were the Three Musketeers, or Anne of Green Gables? Famous Five anyone? How about a little Shakespeare?
Now you know why I'm only just getting onto Austen. Look at my beginnings!
All well, I'm getting carried away.
The point is, I am now free from the shackles of prescribed primary reading (long free), and now is the time to rectify all wrongs.
As well as reading a lot of everything, and doing creative writing at university level, I am determined to expand my vocabulary.
I shall do it on this blog, or else it will never get done at all.
(And with the current rate of posting on this blog, it may still never get done at all)
But never say die!
Instead, say hello to an additional file within The Mouse Files: Wonderful Words