You know that blog post I promised you that I was thinking about and in the process of writing.... yeah, this isn't it.....
I've been going through my "other room" at "my other home" lately (I hate trying to explain my life at interviews) and have found some very interesting stuff. I get a kick out of reading things that I wrote when I was younger... oh, say when I was only 21. (how young I was then!)
No, but seriously, I've read some down right sassy homework projects (all done by my mother.... just kidding, mom ;)), some laughing-so-hard-I'm-crying ideas that I've read in my diary when I was 12, some really strange and weird memento's that I've kept for 14 years for some unremembered reason. But the best of all this was something I found between my sister and me.
You see, we tend to be a bit on the dramatic side and both of us adore talking to each other in accents- mostly British. This time- through e-mail or some kind of chat- we upped it to Old English Brit. I don't know who wrote what, but both were quite epic.
I leave you to enjoy this memory of mine.....
Sister 1: "Dost thou require an object with which to beguile thyself? Or happens it thus that thou hast many objects which might provide the needful entertainment, but thou peradventure hast chosen to forsake such menial pastimes to pursue the loftier enterprises at hand?"......
Sister 1 (a bit later): "What sayest thy defense, thou painted bean pole, thou infinitesimal flea of a creature? Dost thou not respond to my witty joust, or art thou afrighted by such affrontry? Speak, I say unto thee, for I am not convinced as yet, that thou has proved thyself worthy of such affluent attention."
Sister 2: "Thou are the painted bean pole, thou flea of dogs. Perchance I have pastimes but wish not to do them. As saying in my defense, peradventure these menial things may be such as to bore me even more. Thus I may require more tutoring in the event that loftier studies may elude my thus 'deprived and forsaken mind'... But no matter. I am determined to extend my pursuit to other such extensive boredom. How answerest thou, oh thou droppings of bird, to my 'joust' as thou hast so poorly and inadequately stated? Art thou laying upon the floor in uproarious joviality?"
Sister 1: "Thy rivalry is indeed very gratifying and I am adequately pleased with thy rebute. How speakest thou with such taste? Thy tutorage must have been of some effort. I do not speak of the labor of which I am sure thou hast learned from me. I speak only of thy great wealth of verbatim with which thy rebuttal hast taken me aback. My labors have not fallen unprevailed against, but I have assuredly taught thee all that thou knowest... at the very least."
Sister 2: "Thou art speechless, oh beguiling one? Glad I am that thou hast understood my meaning to the fullest. I am lounging upon the floor in great mirth. Thy labors were poor but well thought. Mayhaps we both have taken effort in the wealth of language we both seem to posses. You are indeed well accomplished in the quotation of such words as to perchance slightly baffle this one of great knowledge, upon my honor. As to the labor which I hast learnt from thee it was a menial amount and not of much consequence. Thou has only taught me the use of such technologies as to review such minute things as the spelling of words to aid the smoothness of reading that this one of generous nature writes to such ants as you, who would embarrass oneself in the nature of skating without proper equipment... and as is most likely the case, no accomplice with whom to sufficiently and properly do it. If only one of loving and adequate beauty were there to help in this superior pursuit."
I think this was when one of us was at college and the other was at home.... maybe. But at the very least, I hope you are "lounging upon the floor in great mirth."
In uproarious joviality,
Ti-Ti
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