Gah. Just gah. Again.
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bloodygranuaileDammit, teenagerdom's EVIL. Completely evil. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. For several reasons.
First of all, I'm mentally and physically feeling not well and I generally hate being stuck in a condition where I can't leave the house for more than four hours because if I don't keep taking ibuprofen I won't be able to walk and no one will be able to stand me. And then anything else that happens ticks me off even more. And this is why M-preg is a popular fanfiction genre--"because there is no genre of M-PMT or M-bloody awful period pain", according to Random Dent and Lady Alyssa, who then went and wrote M-PMT. I am not worthy to tie their shoes. So anyway, I am probably overreacting at the moment. *sigh* And I'm at my dad's and he doesn't keep much chocolate around, dammit.
Anyway. Eddy sent me a paragraph or so written in Elven (which isn't the same as Elvish, dammit!) to translate, saying that Matt had sent it to her and told her to get someone else to translate it, and I could only translate the first half of it without and reference materials because my Grelvish is a little rusty and I hadn't spent that much time studying it even before I'd discovered Ardalambion and decided Grelvish was evil and should be crucified and shot and suffer multiple other gory deaths that my hormonally influenced brain is busy coming up with at the moment. But still, Grelvish has a very easy-to-use phrasebook and dictionary, and the grammatical structure is uber-simple, so I could translate a bit of it off the top of my head and relate it back to Eddy over AIM. I mean, it was *really* simple. I've written a PPC spinoff for a story named "Amin Mela Lle", and when I write I edit to death, which means in total I probably typed thirty bloody pages on it. Grelvish's only verb conjugations are tenses; "amin meluva lle" was a piece of cake.
And I still have no freaking clue why they ended up with "amin" for I, me, my, myself, etc. I mean, I probably know where they got it--combining "Im" which means I plus "nin" which means "me"--but I don't know why they couldn't have just picked "Im" or "nin" and stuck with that. Is there any other language where the first person pronoun is more than one syllable? Why would someone *do* that? It's so unwieldy! Grelvish is unwieldy, dammit. I mean, it sounds quite good and flowy for a language written up barely based on anything for the purposes of roleplaying, but it just seems clunky to me. Gah. I'm not a linguist, but still. One syllable would suffice; just pick one. I, me, my, je, moi, yo, mon, ma, me, mi, mis, im, nin, nín, ich...
Oh, and it doesn't really matter that I could only translate the first half; it was more than enough information on how teenagerdomness refuses to leave people's heads alone. It's not enough that it screws with your looks and your health and your ability to face people like a decent human being (both because of screwing with selfimage and the occasional bout of lethal PMS for us girls) and your ability to think straight and to not overreact to EVERYTHING, it also makes people think they've fallen in love. And then they obsess. And there's no way for me to talk them out of it, so I feel bloody useless, and can only be there for everyone and give them someone to rant at and a shoulder to cry on and all that other stuff which I really don't mind doing, but I can't fix ANYTHING. And you'd never know it, when we're all hanging out together. Unless you're really observant. 'Cos we're usually all very affectionate--admittedly, some more than others-- but whatever's really screwed up is usually screwed up person-to-person and then told to other people, and no one wants to talk about it when everyone's around, and whatever actually manages to happen is usually rather small and then is talked about and turned into a big deal/revealed to be a big deal later, one-on-one--or between three people, at best.
I hate, hate, hate, hate seeing my friends miserable. Especially when I can't do anything. Hugs to all of you, and if there's anything I can do to fix anything, tell me.
What worries me is the fact that the last time things got really uber bad, they had to get REALLY uber bad before they got better. And what makes me feel guilty is that the last time they did get REALLY uber bad, I gained a really good friend out of it, which I wouldn't have been able to do if things weren't so damned painful, because as long as things were not terribly painful I could avoid doing anything.
There seems to be a lot of vagueness in this post, but it'll probably be very clear to several people what I mean by what I've said.
And now, I believe I'm supposed to go clean. *sigh* Which means I'll be thinking the whole time, as I don't have a CD player in my room here at my dad's yet. Damn, damn, damn.
~Claudia
First of all, I'm mentally and physically feeling not well and I generally hate being stuck in a condition where I can't leave the house for more than four hours because if I don't keep taking ibuprofen I won't be able to walk and no one will be able to stand me. And then anything else that happens ticks me off even more. And this is why M-preg is a popular fanfiction genre--"because there is no genre of M-PMT or M-bloody awful period pain", according to Random Dent and Lady Alyssa, who then went and wrote M-PMT. I am not worthy to tie their shoes. So anyway, I am probably overreacting at the moment. *sigh* And I'm at my dad's and he doesn't keep much chocolate around, dammit.
Anyway. Eddy sent me a paragraph or so written in Elven (which isn't the same as Elvish, dammit!) to translate, saying that Matt had sent it to her and told her to get someone else to translate it, and I could only translate the first half of it without and reference materials because my Grelvish is a little rusty and I hadn't spent that much time studying it even before I'd discovered Ardalambion and decided Grelvish was evil and should be crucified and shot and suffer multiple other gory deaths that my hormonally influenced brain is busy coming up with at the moment. But still, Grelvish has a very easy-to-use phrasebook and dictionary, and the grammatical structure is uber-simple, so I could translate a bit of it off the top of my head and relate it back to Eddy over AIM. I mean, it was *really* simple. I've written a PPC spinoff for a story named "Amin Mela Lle", and when I write I edit to death, which means in total I probably typed thirty bloody pages on it. Grelvish's only verb conjugations are tenses; "amin meluva lle" was a piece of cake.
And I still have no freaking clue why they ended up with "amin" for I, me, my, myself, etc. I mean, I probably know where they got it--combining "Im" which means I plus "nin" which means "me"--but I don't know why they couldn't have just picked "Im" or "nin" and stuck with that. Is there any other language where the first person pronoun is more than one syllable? Why would someone *do* that? It's so unwieldy! Grelvish is unwieldy, dammit. I mean, it sounds quite good and flowy for a language written up barely based on anything for the purposes of roleplaying, but it just seems clunky to me. Gah. I'm not a linguist, but still. One syllable would suffice; just pick one. I, me, my, je, moi, yo, mon, ma, me, mi, mis, im, nin, nín, ich...
Oh, and it doesn't really matter that I could only translate the first half; it was more than enough information on how teenagerdomness refuses to leave people's heads alone. It's not enough that it screws with your looks and your health and your ability to face people like a decent human being (both because of screwing with selfimage and the occasional bout of lethal PMS for us girls) and your ability to think straight and to not overreact to EVERYTHING, it also makes people think they've fallen in love. And then they obsess. And there's no way for me to talk them out of it, so I feel bloody useless, and can only be there for everyone and give them someone to rant at and a shoulder to cry on and all that other stuff which I really don't mind doing, but I can't fix ANYTHING. And you'd never know it, when we're all hanging out together. Unless you're really observant. 'Cos we're usually all very affectionate--admittedly, some more than others-- but whatever's really screwed up is usually screwed up person-to-person and then told to other people, and no one wants to talk about it when everyone's around, and whatever actually manages to happen is usually rather small and then is talked about and turned into a big deal/revealed to be a big deal later, one-on-one--or between three people, at best.
I hate, hate, hate, hate seeing my friends miserable. Especially when I can't do anything. Hugs to all of you, and if there's anything I can do to fix anything, tell me.
What worries me is the fact that the last time things got really uber bad, they had to get REALLY uber bad before they got better. And what makes me feel guilty is that the last time they did get REALLY uber bad, I gained a really good friend out of it, which I wouldn't have been able to do if things weren't so damned painful, because as long as things were not terribly painful I could avoid doing anything.
There seems to be a lot of vagueness in this post, but it'll probably be very clear to several people what I mean by what I've said.
And now, I believe I'm supposed to go clean. *sigh* Which means I'll be thinking the whole time, as I don't have a CD player in my room here at my dad's yet. Damn, damn, damn.
~Claudia
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Grmbl
Date: 2003-05-18 03:53 am (UTC)And I agree; it is terrible to see a friend sad. But they won't hear your advice either. I tried, and now it's all my fault. Don't really get how they make that link. *sigh* I'll fix it later.
In the meantime I'll go and find me chocolate. You're not the only victim of PMS.
Argh...
Date: 2003-05-21 05:30 am (UTC)>_< Teenagedom is that forming period where the caterpillar becomes the butterfly.
Caterpillars are so lucky. They get to hibernate through all their teenage years.
~Thalia