I think I’m not really cut out for a certain kind of lingo. I posted something on Facebook about it. Some kids were saying things like,’ Did you see those hoes in the schoolyard?’ and ‘Mighty fine hoes, outside’. Turned out that ‘hoes’ was another word for girls or ‘female species’ as our biology teacher would say. I wonder if those girls were called that way because they’re good at gardening. They didn’t look like gardeners to me, but I could well be mistaken.
There’s more lingo I just don’t seem to understand and sometimes it feels like these kids here are from another planet. ‘Kids are from Mars, Parents are from Venus’ and I guess I’m from Pluto. They write each other notes and most of the times there aren’t even words on the notes, just weird letter combinations and numbers (and guys usually draw specific body parts on them as well). What is this? Is it some kind of secret code that you only learn when you part of a certain clan? What happened to our beautiful language? Have I forgotten to download the latest version? Is it English 2.1 or have we already moved on to English Vista? I hope someday I’ll get the hang of it.
I’ll be going over to Mr Bent later for a couple of reasons. First of all, he might know more about this lingo thing. He’s got so many books; there must be at least one book on his bookshelves with information on it. Secondly, I want to talk to him about our new neighbour (Eunice? Unice?). She hasn’t even moved into the house yet and already she’s been snooping around, ringing our doorbell just to see if we were in, because the car wasn’t there and she was wondering whether everything was okay. Sweet, but kind of annoying. I wonder what Mr Bent thinks about her.
Also, I need Mr Bent’s advice on men stuff. There are just some things I need advice on and not the kind of advice Dad would give me. Last time he tried to have ‘the talk’ with me he failed horribly and it was an awkward situation for the both of us. And I shared it with the world … sorry Dad. One day – when I’m famous – you’ll thank me for it, and I’ll thank you, promised. Pinky swear! Mr Bent just knows a lot of things and he’s really open-minded and very easy to talk to, even for people like me. Everybody should have a Mr Bent in his life.
Last but not least, I have been nominated by Nat for the Liebster Award! I have no idea what it is, but I am so happy to be nominated for something. I’ve never been nominated for anything, well, at least not up till now. Sometimes it’s a good thing not to be nominated for something. I have, as far as I know, never been nominated for ugliest boy in class. Which is good. And other times I wish I had been nominated for some things like being the most eloquent boy in class. That last nomination should really be in place if you take into account what I said earlier about my classmates’ lingo.
Here’s just a couple of things I saw today: W8 4 it; C u l8er; bff 4-ever; I ❤ u. Pray, what does it all mean? Why have they done this to such a beautiful language!? It’s like changing Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man by a stick figure! Even worse, maybe. Anyways, I’m going to stop about it. I’m off to see Mr Bent. A big thanks to Nat, I wish I could do something in return. Hopefully one day, for now you’ll have to settle for my eternal friendship. See me tomorrow.