Continued from "Interests:"
Yet, even though I constantly go back, my old writing bring a sort of sickness to me. It is not an interest, or even a habit, as I've previously said, but an unfortunate addiction.
All I can hope to do now is to stop the sickness by simply writing better *shudder*. Ah! What a grief it is to write well!
Instead of going on about my life (which I'm sure you all are dying to know about. Who isn't interested in the average life of an average American girl?) I'll provide you with the CORRECT way to pronounce words with surrounding controversies.
"Often" With a T.
"Wolf" Like the animal, not the sound.
"Caramel" Car as in care. A as in uh. Mel as in regular.
"Data" Scientists are too busy collecting it to care about pronunciation.
"Pecan" Pe as in urinate. Can as in a metal container.
Well, I have a habit that is most certainly not an interest of mine. I frequently go back and reread items I've written long ago, back when I spelled commas so incorrectly spell check took one look at the word, puffed out its last breath, and died. Back when instead of saying oranges I said "circular, round fruits of citrus with little holes distributed along its medium sized core."