It Irritates Me Beyond Belief!...

It irritates me beyond belief! Its so pathetic how much it gets to me, but I always feel like getting a red pen out and going over all the bad grammar.
Poor spelling I can take, because spelling is hard. Lack of capital letters and full punctuation is OK too, when I get really into writing a story i always forget about it.
The worst is text speak, or whatever those crazy kids are calling it (God, I'm 18 going on 80....)
I'm sorry but the effort it takes to write 'that' isn't that much more than 'dat' Oh it really gets me!
Stop trying to sound cool! Good grammar is nice! I like a man with good grammar. I could never go out with someone who emailed or text me saying alr8 u wna go 4 a drnk @ da pub?
No I do not. However, a drink at the pub would be lovely, thank you.
Tesse Tesse
18-21, F
36 Responses Feb 22, 2008

Blame it on lazy kids and text messaging. And on thumbing rather than finger typing. Before you know it texting generation will not be able to write English. When computer first came around people stop using paper and pencil.

Nice to meet you too! I agree completely =]

T-O-T-A-L-L-Y. What gets me the most is all these uneducated fools that think they're smart by putting a damn apostrophe in front of ANYTHING that ends in an S!!!!<br />
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They know NOTHING about possessive, or contractions. They just figure since they see it that way, everything with an S must have a damn apostrophe, and that's the problem because then everyone else does it too.<br />
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It makes me want to just pull my hair out! Why is it so irritating??? They're so damn stupid and they don't even bother figuring anything out; just like a bunch of little lemmings, doing what they see everywhere.<br />
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Oh yeah and how do you red pen billboards and taxicabs? Help me it's rampant!!!<br />
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Nice to meet you, thatsnotme.

Another poem I found that is a little like EP ...<br />
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Denouncing by proxy our commonest fault as our worst;<br />
That, waiting in his room for a friend,<br />
We start so soon to turn over his letters,<br />
That with such assurance we repeat as our own<br />
Another's story, that, dear me, how often<br />
We kiss in order to tell,<br />
Defines precisely what we mean by love:<br />
To share a secret.<br />
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The joke, which we seldom see, is on us;<br />
For only true hearts know how little it matters<br />
What the secret is they keep:<br />
An old, an new, a blue, a borrowed something,<br />
Anything will do for children<br />
Made in God's image and therefore<br />
Not like the others, have nothing to hide,<br />
Not, thank God, like our Father either<br />
From whom no secrets are hid.<br />
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From WH Auden- 'Secrets'

'Words' - W H Auden. This could be about EP!!!<br />
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A sentence uttered makes a world appear<br />
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Where all things happen as it says they do;<br />
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We doubt the speaker, not the tongue we hear:<br />
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Words have no word for words that are not true.<br />
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Syntactically, though, it must be clear;<br />
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One cannot change the subject half-way through,<br />
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Nor alter tenses to appease the ear:<br />
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Arcadian tales are hard-luck stories too.<br />
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But should we want to gossip all the time,<br />
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Were not fact not fiction for us at its best,<br />
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Or find a charm in syllables that rhyme,<br />
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Were not our fate by verbal chance expressed,<br />
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As rustics in a ring-dance pantomime<br />
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The Knight at some lone cross-roads of his quest?

Grrrrr!!!!<br />
what does l33tsp34k even mean?!

'I look Into My Glass' - Thomas Hardy.<br />
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I look into my glass,<br />
And view my wasting skin,<br />
And say, 'Would God it came to pass<br />
My heart had shrunk as thin!'<br />
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For then, I, undistrest<br />
By hearts grown cold to me,<br />
Could lonely wait my endless rest<br />
With equanimity.<br />
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But time, to make me grieve,<br />
Part steals, lets part abide;<br />
And shakes this fragile fr<x>ame at eve<br />
With throbbings of noontide.

'Neutral Tones' - Thomas Hardy.<br />
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We stood by a pond that winter day,<br />
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,<br />
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;<br />
-They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.<br />
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Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove<br />
Over tedious riddles of years ago;<br />
And some words played between us to and fro<br />
On which lost the more by our love.<br />
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The smile on your mouth was the deadliest thing<br />
Alive enough to have strength to die;<br />
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby<br />
Like an ominous bird a-wing ...<br />
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Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,<br />
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me<br />
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,<br />
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 3, sc 2.<br />
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O weary night, O long and tedious night<br />
Abate thy hours; shine comforts from the east<br />
That I may back to Athens by daylight<br />
From these that my poor company detest:<br />
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,<br />
Steal me awhile from mine own company.

sorry joliver!

Sonnet CXVI. <br />
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“Let me not to the marriage of true minds” <br />
LET me not to the marriage of true minds<br />
Admit impediments. Love is not love<br />
Which alters when it alteration finds,<br />
Or bends with the remover to remove:<br />
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,<br />
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;<br />
It is the star to every wandering bark,<br />
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.<br />
Love ’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks<br />
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;<br />
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,<br />
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.<br />
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  If this be error, and upon me prov’d,<br />
  I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

I adore the language in this, although I prefer the sentiment of the above<br />
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.<br />
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes<br />
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone (60)<br />
On the fore-finger of an alderman,<br />
Drawn with a team of little atomies<br />
Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;<br />
Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,<br />
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, (65)<br />
The traces of the smallest spider's web,<br />
The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,<br />
Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,<br />
Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,<br />
Not so big as a round little worm (70)<br />
*****'d from the lazy finger of a maid;<br />
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut<br />
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,<br />
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.<br />
And in this state she gallops night by night...

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! (555)<br />
Is it not monstrous that this pla<x>yer here,<br />
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,<br />
Could force his soul so to his own conceit<br />
That from her working all his visage wann'd,<br />
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, (560)<br />
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting<br />
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!<br />
For Hecuba!<br />
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,<br />
That he should weep for her? What would he do, (565)<br />
Had he the motive and the cue for passion<br />
That I have? He would drown the stage with tears<br />
And cleave the general ear with horrid speech,<br />
Make mad the guilty and appal the free,<br />
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed (570)<br />
The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I,<br />
A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak,<br />
Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause,<br />
And can say nothing; no, not for a king,<br />
Upon whose property and most dear life (575)<br />
A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward?<br />
Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?<br />
Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face?<br />
Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat,<br />
As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? (580)<br />
Ha!<br />
'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be<br />
But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall<br />
To make oppression bitter, or ere this<br />
I should have fatted all the region kites (585)<br />
With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain!<br />
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!<br />
O, vengeance!<br />
Why, what an *** am I! This is most brave,<br />
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, (590)<br />
Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,<br />
Must, like a *****, unpack my heart with words,<br />
And fall a-cursing, like a very drab,<br />
A scullion!<br />
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My favourite passage from Hamlet, one of my favourite plays =]

ahhh Shakespeare =]

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?<br />
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by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)<br />
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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? <br />
Thou art more lovely and more temperate. <br />
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, <br />
And summer's lease hath all too short a date. <br />
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, <br />
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; <br />
And every fair from fair sometime declines, <br />
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; <br />
But thy eternal summer shall not fade <br />
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; <br />
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, <br />
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: <br />
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, <br />
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Brilliant!<br />
Or Bloody Brilliant, as some might say...

'The Waste Land'. T S Eliot, 1st verse. <br />
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APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding<br />
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing<br />
 Memory and desire, stirring<br />
 Dull roots with spring rain.<br />
 Winter kept us warm, covering<br />
 Earth in forgetful snow, feeding<br />
 A little life with dried tubers.<br />
 Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee<br />
 With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,<br />
 And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,<br />
 And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.<br />
 Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.<br />
 And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,<br />
 My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,<br />
 And I was frightened. He said, Marie,<br />
 Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.<br />
 In the mountains, there you feel free.<br />
 I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

'Heredity' - Thomas Hardy.<br />
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I am the family face;<br />
Flesh perishes, l live on,<br />
Projecting trait and trace<br />
Through time to times anon,<br />
And leaping from place to place<br />
Over oblivion.<br />
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The years-heired feature that can<br />
In curve and voice and eye<br />
Despise the human span<br />
Of durance - that is I;<br />
The eternal thing in man,<br />
That heeds no call to die.

Indeed, its a nice part of being British =]<br />
I use 'thus' and 'therefore' and 'hence'. I don't think I could get away with that in America. Over here that's normal though, at least amongst my friends.<br />
I was talking to someone on here who could tell I was from England just by how I speak... I found that quite unusual. <br />
And I appreciate your use of recognise rather than recognize =]

'A Broken Appointment' - Thomas Hardy.<br />
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You did not come<br />
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.<br />
Yet less for less of your dear presence there<br />
Than that I thus found lacking in your make<br />
That high compassion which can overbear<br />
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake<br />
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, <br />
You did not come.<br />
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You love not me,<br />
And love alone can lend you loyalty;<br />
-I know and knew it. But, unto the store<br />
Of human deeds divine in all but name,<br />
Was it not worth a little hour or more<br />
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came<br />
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be<br />
You love not me?

Hmm... I quite like Eliot's use of language... He is beautifully concise, summing up immense feelings in such short, but beautiful sentences. He uses English beautifully without being verbose. <br />
Wordsworth has a great grasp of language as well. <br />
But ultimately, it's got to be Shakespeare. It's always Shakespeare . 'Ah so I see Queen Mab has been with you, she is the fairies midwife and comes in a shape no bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman, drawn by a team of little atomies athwart mens noses as they lie asleep' and it just gets more descriptive and amazing.... =]

Its such a beautiful lingo innit, sorry, I mean language, is it not. <br />
Its capable of growing, yet not getting too compromised. It is a shame when people don't take the trouble.<br />
Thomas Hardy's poems are some of the best use I can think of.

I must agree with all of you.<br />
English is a brilliant language, so expressive and just nice. Why ruin it? It rarely even saves time.<br />
Peterpan, bad grammar from people who dont know what they're doing is fine. Its when you know how to spell and you chose not to. Urgh.<br />
Shakespeare is turning in his grave. I also must admit I get slightly aggravated by 'American English'. Realise, not realize, favourite, not favorite. And now my spell check is getting angry at me because I use 's' instead of 'z'. I much prefer the Queens English. Blame the Public (as in, paying, not American public) school!<br />
Then again, I just love English.

I have to admit that I can't read most textspeak. It's one of those languages I have no interest in learning.

PeterPan you write betterenglish then most of the English I know.

its jks wmn.

I no wut u'r talkn bot, it maceses me crzy whn ppl dn't write write.

hehe I knew there was a benefit to coming from South East London.<br />
Innit blads.

It is in an East End style! <br />
'The ladies and gentlemen are proceeding to the public house to partake of liquid refreshment, which they will imbibe to excess.'

you guys have lost me....

yeh man coz its rite propa innit guv nowaaamean innit you's all inna hood innit

omgz i cnt tk it nemre. txt spk drvs me crazi innit.

yeh me gonna b rill kool koz wanna b rilly rekkd wiv da m8s inna da hood

wt u doin 2nite? me n th bois r goin 2 da bar wiv sum m8s

dat iz gr* go gurlz c u l*r inna pub

wat u sayn gurl. tiz Public Bar, not pub.<br />
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