werds n stuf

26.april.05: the words garbage, cell phone, atm machine and “waiting in line” are queuing up the exit door of my vocabulary. in the other end pops their lovely neighbours rubbish, mobile, cash point, and, well, queue. i know i look and sound silly, they know i’m american and they know i’m “trying too hard,” but honestly, i can’t NOT say these things. it’s a struggle to make my tongue flat and horizontal to sound like i do at home. perhaps my speech will henceforth be choppy and my mouth will permanently stretch more vertical, or rather VER-ee-coull.

the time is half nine. the time is 20 til. myolmayt meht me mum abowghta fourtniyt agow.