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Compendiarious Epithet of This Belles-Lettres
August 30, 2003, 8:16 p.m. My last day as a teenager. And how did I spend it? Working and cleaning my room : P Perhaps it’s a sign that I’m really not meant to be a teenager any more . . . oh but what will I blame my infantile behaviour on, if not my age? Did you know the word teen used to mean “misery; grief” and can be used as a verb, meaning “to excite; to provoke; to vex; to afflict; to injure”? Sounds pretty spot on to me : ) Anyway, I haven’t much to say. Tomorrow, presents, and writing thank you letters to grandparents. And maybe some uni work. Wheee. I am such a boring grown-up. (P.S. My Box Guy keeps narking at me for using big words [I told him he should "avail" himself of the ladder next time, instead of just putting stock any old place]. Do I use excessively long or obscure words? He says I do it to make myself feel big. Well, I'm not going to be able to do it any other way, am I? ; )
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