Let me take you to a place you may have been countless times in your life--I know I have. Your telling someone--your best friend, significant other, parent, teacher or whatever--a story. It's a great story, rife with vivid imagery and catchy dialogue and suspense and all the hallmarks of a great story. And then, you get to the best part, the juiciest detail, the apex of this recount that is going to knock your listener right on his or her butt, and you are trying to describe this one moment...and you can't think of the word to give that moment its due justice. You are literally stumped for a word and you end up going with some lame synonym that pops into your head (probably from Bunje's damn SAT Vocab list) but you know that your story falls flat because that was SO not the word you wanted. Ever happen to you? Why, do you think?
Well, I have a theory. It's in its nascent stages, but a theory nonetheless. I have procured said theory by perusing ( a word that does not mean what many of you think it means, incidentally) The Global Language Monitor. This site is dedicated to tracking trends in language, specifically the English language, and it is chock full of all kinds of fascinating facts about word etymologies, global trends, colloquialisms etc. It's really cool, especially if you're a geek like me (and many of you are--don't even try to front).
Anyway, it was while I was on this site today that my theory began to crystallize about why we, at the worst possible moments, are suddenly at a loss for words.
There are, according to the GLM, "995,112 words in the English Language, plus or minus a handful." The last count was done on September 22, 2007--a fine day indeed, I might add, autumnal equinox, Druid solstice and Bunje's b-day--and as of this moment, the clocks are ticking with a countdown to the 1,000,000th word. A pretty impressive number by any standard, especially when you consider that the French Language has fewer than 100,000 words total. The average human has approximately 14,000 words in his or her repetoire. Shakespeare had 24,000--1,700 of which he made up--floating around his brilliant brain. Man, I love that guy.
So, all this to say..what? Well, even with all of those words zooming through the ether, the bottom line is there is sometimes no word to describe, define, pinpoint or whatever, the "undefinable." That's why we can't finish the story in the scenario I mentioned earlier. Undefineable words usually fall into one of three categories: feelings, abstract concepts and phenomena.
When I say feelings, I mean like, that sensation that washes over you the first warm day after a long, cold winter when you are driving in a car with all the windows down and radio tuned into your favorite song. Or, the feeling you get when you just get your crush's phone number and you're staring at your cell phone, sweating, pacing, wondering if you should start to dial.
Occasionally, mixed in with feelings are some abstract concepts, like the idea of strength, character, courage etc.
And I know we have all experiences some weird phenomena-type occurences that we write off as "coincidence" which is a catch-all word that doesn't really encapsulate the notion that, for example, when someone you know gets pregnant suddenly all you see are pregnant women or maternity stores or baby paraphenalia. Or, when you buy a new car you begin to notice that there are 4 of that same car within a mile of your house.
All of these things and so many more, despite the much-vaunted number the GLM is broadcasting about the English Language, simply do not have a word that really captures the essence of their true meaning.
That is, until this blog.
Your task this week, Langers, is to put a word to those notions, concepts, feelings and/or phenomena. So, first I want you to think of one of those moments--the feelings, concepts or phenomena that you personally have experienced. Then, I would like you to talk about the "synonym" that would closely describe it, even though you know in your heart that synonym doesn't do it justice. Then, in a whimsical fit of language acquistion, I want you to MAKE UP a word that would better describe what you're talking about. Hell, if Mary Poppins can do it, why can't we?
(75pts/450 words)
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Yes! This always happens to me and I never have the right word to express my true meaning. I think this happens because there are no words that can describe my life. And other times it just happens because I can’t think of a good word or it is right on the tip of my tongue.
Since it is the time of year that crew races start, that is what I will talk about. For some reason the weather never coincides with crew. It is always either too hot or too cold or windy and rainy. Now enough with the weather lets go onto my story. Crew races give me so much of a rush that even thinking of them I get chills. The days are so fun spending it with my crew “family” and doing whatever for the whole day from 5 a.m. to almost 7 p.m. But then there are those 10 minutes before the race and the 0.5 seconds of the start of the race. I am so filled with excitement. Butterflies in my stomach like they are in a warm sunny field in spring. My arms and legs ready to slam down and push the boat forward and achieve first. Stroke by stroke we approach the finish line. Kyle and I slowly row the four boat named the Joe Haney a.k.a the Sykes to the starting line. Referees yelling the rules. Thousands of people around us watching. Other schools glaring at us trying to intimidate us. Cars rushing toward Philly and trains traveling through Philly. Geese and ducks floating down the river and finally we reach the starting line. We hear the words “All boats sit ready! Ready all! Row!” All four of us Oakcrest boys slam our legs down as the coxswain yells “¾ , ½, ¾, Full, Power 20, 1, 2, 3 and so on” The boat flying down the river and now all my nervous energy is gone and now has moved to aggressiveness and later exhaustion. And just trying to describe this start of the race cannot be described in full; you have to be there to really feel what I am talking about. And this is where my word will come into play.
The synonym to describe this is EXTREME! Extreme filled with that nervous energy and aggression and exhaustion and all the other feelings I feel at the starting line. I choose extreme to describe this event because it is really extreme. Everything is just so heart pounding and exciting that you are guaranteed to be overflowed with feelings. The definition of extreme is highest in intensity or degree and some synonyms of it are great, tremendous, and intense. A crew races matches all these words. My word to top this story off would be WONTWAYAH. It just sounds so cool and it describes the sounds I hear at the start and just sounds extreme. And over all I like it and yes since Mary Poppins can make up words, I can too.
Well since I spent my weekend primarily watching cute chick flicks one indescribable feeling came straight to mind when I read this blog. I love the feeling of the first warm day after a long cold winter with all the windows down, I love the peace and serenity of skiing down a mountain that I have all to myself surrounded by snow covered trees, I love the feeling of hot sand in between my toes with the noise of waves crashing off in the distance. All of these though I feel like I have written about in some way or another in blogs so for this blog, I thought it would be the most beneficial to use a feeling that I can not put into words at all. This feeling is a form of love or even just a crush. And I know most of my classmates are probably feeling ill right now but hang in there with me.
If you have not experienced this feeling yourself, we have all certainly seen on television a young girl getting ready for a big date and the commotion that goes on in conjunction with this. A Full House episode pops into mind with DJ getting ready for the prom and Becky and others helping her get ready and look her absolute best. With this comes those “butterfly feelings”. This is the feeling that I am going to attempt to describe. This feeling is even hard to describe what it stands for. Usually its seen as a nervous thing, like before going out with someone for the first couple of times and wanting to make sure you look perfect for them. Maybe it’s a combination of feeling nervous that you won’t sound like an idiot and being self conscious of yourself. But see this feeling I have just described as being nervous would then go away after getting comfortable with a person. Yet this does not describe the actual feeling I’m talking about. It’s that giddy feeling that makes you smile and feel special inside. If I had to give a synonym for this I would probably say “anxious”. Yet, when I think of anxious I think of a negative connotation and this feeling is by no way negative. It’s an annoying feeling that you can’t help but love. It gets your heart beating faster, your palms sweaty, your breathing speeding up, your adrenaline pumping, and most of all a surge of pure happiness. After many months of being with my boyfriend, I still get this feeling every time I am getting ready to see him. I thought maybe after a while it would wear off, but it hasn’t. I think one of the most accurate descriptions would be feeling like you have butterflies in your stomach because your stomach just never seems to sit right. I guess this feeling comes not only from a little crush and the beginnings of a new relationship, but even from one that you are completely comfortable with one another and could care less how you look around each other. Maybe it’s the anticipation of the fun we will have or the pure joy I feel when seeing him. Whatever the case, it’s a great, indescribable feeling. Now onto the hard part, naming it. Well.. It has to do with love, being giddy, anxious… I guess if I could make up a word for this it would have to be gidious. This comes obviously from a combination of giddy and anxious. These two words are the best fit to describe this feeling, so what better word than to encompass both of the predominant aspects of this feeling to make the word to describe it. However, now that it does have a word I think it is better and feels more special when it didn’t have a word and was indefinable. Maybe that’s the point of us having these times of not knowing the right word or knowing that there is no right word. Maybe these are the times that are truly spectacular and we should bask in it’s indescribable-ness. =]
To comment on Danny's blog, I really like his made up word. I can imagine that the crew races are like that because it seems like the build up to the races would definitely be extreme.
So, first I scrolled down to see how long the blog was. I got scared. Then I read it. I got even more scared. This is seriously hard. Making up a word is going to be rather difficult, but I think that we can handle it. So anyway, I know the exact feeling that you’re talking about Bunje. It really is something that is indescribable. This feeling is one where I’m having trouble remembering specific times I felt like that, but I’m sure that it has.
Anyway, I think that the most vivid memory I have of this would have to be being on stage. Ever since I was, I think 4, I have been dancing on stage. Since before I was even in school, I’ve been going to dance class. As I have gotten older, I have been going more and more adding another class every couple of years. Right now, I have 5 different classes and also work at my studio so I am basically there from like 4-9 on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. All of this time accumulates to one weekend of the year. The recital. Each year, we have a dress rehearsal the Thursday before the show and it always goes pretty smoothly. Everyone is calm, cool, and collected and we just do what we’re supposed it. It’s all fine. Then comes the night of the show. The anticipation that comes right before the opening number is one of the craziest, most nauseating, anxious, but amazing feelings ever. I know that I know each dance by heart and there isn’t a chance that I’ll screw it up, but the impact of the rays of light shining right in your eyes and blacking out the audience into nothing makes it all the more heart-pounding. The idea that all eyes are right on you, the center of attention, is the most restless, hand-shaking, palm-sweating feelings there is. But it seems that then, once I start and all I can think about is the next dance I have to change into in 3 minutes, it seems that the feeling dissipates and the only thing left is to try and dance like no one is watching and finish the culmination of a year’s worth of hard work. The feeling ends for that one song, but ten minutes later, when the next one is starting, it begins all over again.
The words that I can most describe this feeling with are probably overwhelming and sensational. Both of these together, such as overwhelmingly sensational, somewhat skim the surface of the epitome of the realm of indescribable feelings. This juxtaposition provides a sense of a feeling that is all-encompassing and surpasses everything in combination with a feeling that is just amazing and the peak of happiness. Although attempting to explain that certain feeling is most difficult and this description is no where close to being synonymous, it is possible that “overwhelmingly sensational” the best phrase my vocabulary can come up with.
Now, I have been thinking about this new word for a while – at least a couple of hours. I couldn’t come up with anything for a while, so I decided to google it. The first and most common hit was urban dictionary. A few words that I came across were ‘molddicious,’ ‘heth,’ and ‘scrboplized.’ All of these words are, of course, ridiculous, and pretty ugly too. I just thought that I should add them in thought to show that people who aren’t assigned a blog for AP Lang actually take time to come up with these words and post them online.
Okay, every time I type a word I try and think of myself using it to talk about something and it all sounds so wrong and blah. I think that the best I can come up with is: amazicent. This is a conjunction of amazing and magnificent. It just sounds like a cute word and I thought putting something with ‘pink’ in there might be taking it a bit too far. I like this word a lot and think it could possibly describe this feeling. Even though it doesn’t fully satisfy me, I’m sure I can’t do any better, so I’m okay with it. To me, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious will still be the best word. And I just wand to note that somehow, when I spelled that word wrong, Microsoft Word corrected me on it.
As for Brittany’s blog, I think that she is probably totally right about that giddy feeling when you like someone. I haven’t gotten to the level of liking that she has, most likely, but I’m sure it’s the equivalent of being on stage…probably more. When she said, “A Full House episode pops into mind with DJ getting ready for the prom and Becky and others helping her get ready and look her absolute best. With this comes those “butterfly feelings”,” I knew exactly what she was talking about. I completely agree that this feeling is associated with that and I love how she attempts to explain it, since that’s all we can do…attempt it. I don’t think any of us can get the perfect description of the indescribable feeling – obviously.
It’s the worst feeling when I’m trying to explain something so amazing and I can’t find the words. I end up making a weird noise and shaking my arms, which I guess doesn’t really do the best job and a synonym would most likely be better. There are so many words to pick from, and on a second’s notice, I can only think of a handful. I think that’s why it’s even harder for me to think of the right word…because it might be one of the dozens and dozens of words that I can’t grasp from my memory at the exact moment that I need it.
Like Brittany, I think I’ll talk about the butterflies you get in your stomach when your crush texts you or before a big date or even before you’re about to get your license…I’ve had nervous butterflies for the past week because of my birthday. It’s the best feeling but at the same time it’s the worst. It can make me feel sick to my stomach but at the same time happier than ever.
Just like how Britt says she gets butterflies when she sees her boyfriend, after a year and ten months, I still do too. I don’t even know why. Sometimes I even sit upstairs in my room and stare out the window to see exactly when Dave’s turning into my complex and I get those anxious, excited, pain-in-the-butt butterflies. I guess sometimes they get annoying. They start to bug me because my stomach gets all in knots. It’s confusing too because I can’t pinpoint the exact cause of them. At the same time, they’re exciting and refreshing because they remind me how truly happy I am.
This is so hard! I can always make up fake words on the spot but now that I need to, it’s hard. I keep thinking of real words that I just think are funny but that I didn’t actually make up. I think if there was supposed to be a word to describe the indescribable, then it wouldn’t be indescribable…if that made any sense. Not everything is handed to you, and I think it applies with words too. But since it’s our assignment and all to make up a word, I’ll pickkkkk…wowzakadoozy. And since no explanation is required as to how I came up with that, I’ll leave it at that.
Right off the bat, I just have to say that this is the weirdest blog ever. In what class can you make up a word without the teacher looking at you as if you had lobsters crawling out of your ears? This is just cool, and I don’t care if I sound like a geek. I really don’t.
So after reading that extremely long blog question, I’ve come up with a situation that gave me THAT feeling. That feeling that takes over your entire body, from the top of your noggin, down your spinal cord, branching out to your arms, and rushing down your legs to the tips of your toes. Yeah, that feeling. Last summer at Gillian’s Waterpark and Adventure Golf was where this feeling came upon me. All summer I was a lifeguard, and no not like Joanna on the beach. I could only dream of doing that. I seriously don’t know how anyone has the endurance to pass that extremely physical test, but anyway I was a lifeguard at the water park. Before the summer started I went through the training and was now certified in CPR and first aid and had also gone through all of the techniques required to save a drowning victim. So the first day came around, about mid June and I was probably the most nervous I’ve been ever! Even more nervous than when I’m about to sing on stage. I really don’t know why I was so nervous. I was trained and I knew what to do, but I never really thought I would save someone life. I mean, the pools are like four feet deep. So anyway, my Grammy dropped me off and I pushed open the gate to get in the back way, you know the door labeled employees only. Oh and by the way, I was completely decked out in my uniform: red shorts, red bathing suit, white lifeguard shirt with the red cross on it, my visor, and my whistle. I felt so cool, you don’t even know. I walked up the steps into Little Buc’s Bay where a million five years olds were running about as if they were real pirates on the play pirate ship anchored in the middle of the 6-inch water. I then proceeded to the guard hut where I would be informed which body of water I was going to be guarding. One of the managers set me off with my guard tube to the bottom of the tallest sides, The Serpentines. I stepped up on the platform and switched spots with the guard currently at the spot, checking the water properly and everything. I was so nervous, but felt so important at the same time. I was there for about twenty minutes, scanning my water and helping any one who couldn’t seem to get out of the pool quick enough before the current of the slide took them underneath of it. Then something happened that I was completely not prepared for. I guess what they say is right: You won’t know how to react unless it’s happened to you before. Well this definitely never happened to me before. A big, round Asian man came fumbling down the slide, crooked and an expression on his face that said “HELP ME!” He landed in the pool with a huge splash, pretty much blinding me. I reacted so fast I barely know what happened. All I know is I remember giving my whistle a long blast, the signal for a rescue, and jumped it. The man was failing his arms and legs about as if he couldn’t touch the bottom. The pool was four feet. I grabbed hold of one of his wailing limbs and yelled “SIR, STAND UP!” It took him a second to do as I commanded and then finally he was to his feet. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I know that that feeling I experienced was adrenaline, but it was that half of a second that I was out of the water, calmly watching my water to the moment I was drenched trying to put this man on his feet that seems a blur. I guess I would have to classify this action as fast reflexes. I just jumped in that pool without thinking twice and that emotion and feeling completely took over my body. This was definitely more than just an adrenaline rush, by far!
If I had to name it, making up my own word, I would have to say JUST DO IT, by Nike. Nah, sike, but it makes sense. WHORRRSHHHHPFFT. That looks disgusting and I can’t believe I’m sitting here trying to say the sound it makes when a person shoots down the slide and comes up spitting water out of their mouth, gasping to keep their head up. That’s as close as I can get to it. That’s probably the weirdest thing I have ever done and yet the most fun. Keep these blogs coming Bunje.
Oh and after reading Danny's blog, that reminded me of my save. That adrenaline getting your blood pumping and that anxious feeling comes around alot apparently. No matter what the situation or circumstances, the feeling is quite common and that's not just with Danny. The butterflies Christine and Brittany get play into this factor, too. Whatever you want to call it, it's that same sensation and emotion that takes over.
OMG, Bunje I think you have really done it! I read this blog and I just couldn’t believe what you were asking us to do but here I go..
That word; that word; that word. It seems like I’m always in this predicament. When its at the tip of my tongue and I’m jumping up and down hoping that it will fall out of me or that the person that I am telling the story to will just have the magic powers to just take it out of my thoughts. But instead I end up using the wrong word and just completely messing up my story and after I am done telling the story I still ponder on that one word. Don’t we all just hate it.
But like most of the girls that will reply to this blogg.I think we get this a lot when we see, hear or read something from that one boy or girl(whatever your preference may be) that just makes you feel……ugh see I cant even get a word but I will settle for queasy on the instead. The one boy that texts you and you just instantly fill with a glow that comes from the inside. After hours have passed by you constantly read their texts again so you can be filled with the same sensation just another time. The one boy that walks by you in the hallway and you happily skip to your way to the next class. Just that one person that makes you feel good instead. The one person that you can see a million times but every time you see them it is just like you saw them for the first time.
What do you call this. There’s not one word in the English dictionary that fit this description. Love is just to strong of a word because I’m sure most girls go through this very often and you know you don’t love them because you over it in a week; depending. Its not just a crush because its just more that. And lust is just another word that just doesn’t fit it. I would say like but that’s just a synonym for the word I’m looking for.
Ugh this is so hard. Its almost near impossible. I just cant find a word. OVESTIKE will be the word that I make up even though it looks terrible and it just doesn’t go with the meaning of what it means to me. It was the only thing I could come up with by putting the last parts of LOVE,LUST AND LIKE together so this will just have to do.
Okay, well first, I have to say that this is amazing because I come from a long line of word-maker-uppers. Now many of you may already have heard about my ghost experience, but for those who haven't, you are going to have the delight of being able to hear it. On one dreadful morning, I was getting ready to come to the Hell Hole, also known as school (which as you can tell, I don't like), when this horrific experience took place. I had just finished blow drying my hair so I placed it FLAT on the floor to cool down. I made extra sure it was flat so it wouldn't turn on accidentally. Well, I was straightening my already pin-straight hair when I heard this non-human noise. It sounded just like the girl from The Grudge! So I slowly turned around to see what was behind me and my blow dryer mysteriously turned on! I screamed and of course nobody came to my rescue :(. Anyway, I was sincerely terrified for my life. I truly thought that out of all the years I was saying my house was haunted, I was right, and I would experience this right then, by myself, in the dead silence of morning. It was impossible for it to turn on on its own because it was flat and the sound was made by "something" was slowly pushing up the button. The is the only way that noise could have occurred. Believe me, I tried to recreate it. So after this experience, I had the butterflies-in-my-stomach, heart racing, sweaty palms feeling. What do you would call this? I call it MOESEEPHA. I define it as the feeling of extreme terror when you think you are about to die because of crazy hair dryers. This word was inspired by my cat (the one that my father loves more than me) because he is crazy just like my blow dryer and when I was trying to come up with a word, he decided to hop into my lap. So the word MOESEEPHA is now added to the almost one million words of the english language.
It really sucks that I have to be the oddball that didn't have the same feeling as Bec or Danny, but in a way it was. I was anxious and my adrenaline was rushing! Never have I been so scared yet..just had a word block..DAMN! Bunje, that situation just happened to me that you were talking about! UGH! Well, I guess I'm done. Bye!
Making-up words is an awesome way to pass time. With my life-long psychological disdain towards being considered a copy-cat or poseur of any sort, I refused to simply use words everyone else passed around aimlessly. Mom and I had a secret code we would state every evening before bed, and still do- "Okey doke doke doke." Creating nicknames is somewhat of a hobby for me; I have friends that now go by Suebert, Crystal Meth, Red Flame, Larry, Count Chubula, Mr. Sweetcheeks, Jameel, Chick Magnet, Hulk of Volleyball, Meeler, Emilio, Cheesie the Cake, Shnookie, Cookie, Tootsie, F-Dog, Thundershorts, Bluey, Tubbs, Squash... the list goes on. This blatant refusal to recognize people by their birth names has nothing to do with the blog, however, so allow me to ensue the task of providing examples where words escaped me.
Horses express their emotions through their ears. Ears pricked forward means happy/attentive. Ears pinned back means angry. Ears pointing out to either side means content/sleepy. For a while, a friend and I didn't know what one ear forward and one ear backward meant. So, we made up an emotion: Shmad. Shmad was also an acronym; it stood for its definition, a mixture of emotions: Sad, Happy, Mad, Angry, Dumb. Shmad. I have come since to learn that one ear back means the horse's attention is focused on something behind him, i.e. his rider. This doesn't exactly answer the blog question, but I thought it was a funny anecdote to share with you all.
Horse-back riding is fun. Or at least, it's fun until you fall. But it's not the actual fall that's the scary part. No, having hit the ground 17 times to date, I've become accustomed to the sudden whack, when all of a sudden you look up and your horse is peering down at you (or, in some cases, running madly around the ring), as you lay flat on the ground, wondering if you're paralyzed and life as you know it has come to an end. No, that's not what's scary. What's scary is the moment of incomprehensible terror that happens just before you fall; the moment you realize something awful is about to happen. When you're trotting along the far side of the big ring, and the wind rustles the leaves gently, and everything's going smoothly until a squirrel darts behind your horse and you feel this bunching, terrible, spring-loaded feeling inside your horse. You can feel it in the pit of your stomach. You know something's about to happen, and you're just like, "Oh shit," but before the profanity can escape your lips the horse is bucking, bolting, or rearing, and you're wondering to yourself, "WHY?!" Then, hopefully, when you have some experience under your belt, you can shake off the paralyzing fear long enough to circle the horse, or gently see-saw the reins to regain his attention. If not, you get to eat dirt. So, what to call that moment of indescribable, paralyzing fear? How about "fruck"? Sort of like cleaned up profanity. Maybe the next time I experience that blood-curdling moment of sheer agony, I'll think "Fruck."
Cantering a horse is quite an experience. It is terrifying and exciting at the same time. Though you are obviously straddling a horse during the process, you feel as though you're flying through the air. The wind whips through your hair and cools you down as you sweat. Your stomach turns somersaults inside of you. The whipping air stings your eyes and face, but in an odd way, it feels good. You feel like you and your horse are inseparable, and that you can move like that forever. Then you look down to check; to make sure the horse is really beneath you (which may not be such a wise choice, as you will be throwing yourself off balance). I always want to refer to it as ecstasy, but unfortunately, people will now always relate that to the drug. After some pondering, I'd like to refer to the feeling as Whimstatic. (I know, real original- whimsical + ecstatic)
Making up words is really neat. I can definitely see myself screaming "FRUCK!" the next time a horse is about to buck. Maybe in times of speechlessness, we should all step forward, and create tidbits of our own vernacular, and perhaps come to form a more personal American language.
Every year when the beginning of April rolls around, I go through the most emotional rollercoaster of my life. It's terrible, really. Every little thing gets to me. I get upset way too easily and I take criticism to heart. It's all a part of this little thing called softball season. I think it's because I care way too much about the sport, whether I admit it or not. But Every year, April through July, I pull down my safety bar and ride the emotional rollercoaster, hoping that somewhere along the way I don't end up getting thrown off the ride. Why am I telling you this? Because I want to apologize in advance for probably relating all of my blogs to softball until the end of the year.
I'm going to agree with all of my classmates so far, I know that feeling, and like Megan said, not being able to encapsule an entire moment, 2 seconds - 2 minutes - or 2 hours long, happens to me quite often. I'm a pretty wordy person, too. I talk way too much. But I can never find the words when I need to. Even when I practice exactly what I want to say over and over and over, I always seem to lose track when I'm put on the spot. Sigh. Anyway, back to my moment.
This scenerio is so typical, but so perfect for me and this blog -
Okay, it's like being in the finals of the state playoff game. You're the underdogs - no one thought you could make it this far. It's the bottom of the ninth and their pitcher has been on her A game every previous inning. She's even racked up double digit strike outs. You're in the "on-deck" circle, and you see the batter at the plate hit a line drive over the second basemen's head. The runner on first base advances to third and the batter stretches out her single into a double. The score is 2-1. You look down the bench at the helpless faces, all searching for someone to pull them out of this - they're looking for a hero. Someone to smack those runs around. You take what feels like the longest walk of your life up to the plate. The pitcher eyes you up and you can tell that she's falling apart. You're going to kill the ball. You're going to hit it to the outfield, so far out of reach that they're not even going to think about trying to catch it. At least, that's what you keep telling yourself. You look at your parents, wide eyed in the stands, screaming and cheering like they have been for the past 10 years. They're the only other people who know you can do it just as well as you do. You're not letting your number one fans down. The pitcher steps onto the mound, it's happening in slow motion and you don't know why. After a couple balls in the dirt and a few foul balls down the third base line, you know you're on it and all of the sudden the count is 3-2. You stand in the batters box, rocking back and forth, getting your timing together and you know you're on it. Your final pitch awaits. There are two outs and it's up to you at this very at bat to pull through for your team. The pitcher accepts her sign from the catcher and she starts her wind up. Her arm comes around and snaps right at her hip. You see it coming right on the inside corner. Your softball senses are triggered and you know you need to start your swing a little earlier in order to drive it over the third basemen's head. You take your step, cock your hands back, then throw them at the ball. Perfect contact. The ball gets sent soaring over the left fielders head. It's going back, back, back and it's gone. Just like that. The runners come around and score while you're trying to keep your composure taking your victory jog around the bases. By the time you reach homeplate, your entire team is standing around awaiting your arrival. They jump on top of you and lift you into the air. The adrenaline rush - the pride - the obstacles you have overcome. Success.
To me, that truly is the best feeling in the world. Just writing about it gives me chills. I know what Danny means about his crew races - sports are just so exhilarating. Everything you've worked at for months comes down to those final moments. Really caring about a sport and being able to have that competitive edge is such a priviledge and I feel so lucky everyday that I step onto the field.
The word I'd make up for this moment is WOWZAKEWL. I know that when my friends see this they are going to laugh at the 'KEWL' part, because I'm always saying "cool" like that. And moments like that are pretty cool. But as for the beginning, sometimes the best three letter word to capture a moment where you are stuck in disbelief is simply, "wow."
Warning: I wrote my OP about this particular event and when I actually read my OP to the class everyone will experience a little déjà vu. Actually, by a little I mean a lot; and by a lot I mean maybe I will write a new OP.
My undefinable experience has to do with that Wednesday before spring break, the day I got all four of my wisdom teeth out. (Don't worry Bunje; getting my wisdom teeth will not result in a loss of wisdom for AP exams.) Anywho, I went under general anesthesia for the procedure. Must I point out that I think general anesthetics are possibly the coolest and scariest things I have ever experienced in my life. It's sort of like sleeping, but you don't remember anything. The major difference is that when you are sleeping, you don't wake up with 4 less teeth or your appendix completely taken out. Now, everyone knows my phobia of death. Anesthesia symbolizes death, in my opinion, and for that reason it is scary.
I was getting prepped for the IV. It was actually quite hilarious. I was joking preparing everyone in my biology class for an IV (a micropipette in this case) a week earlier. They take their index fingers and tap the inside part of your elbow. (What do they even call that body part anyway?!) Before I knew it, I was out. I think I was dreaming about hanging out with Caitlin in the library at school, stressing over school and college things like usual. (Yes, just because I am asleep doesn't mean I am not stressing out subconsciously.) However, this is where my undefinable experience comes in. I feel like I am gasping for breath, almost as if I am drowning in reverse. I was sweating and in pain. Everything was blurry and I hear a lot of commotion in the room. I am being restrained from moving any which way, and I feel nurses holding my arms down. Suddenly, I am back out again. I do not remember anything from that moment until I woke up in my bed, at home. How I got there? No idea. My mother said I pretty much walked on my own but in a drunken fashion, slurred speech and everything.
I assume I woke up in the middle of the procedure. The pain was overwhelming and I felt like I was being reborn. In fact, that is what I apparently told my mother in the car ride home while I was half sedated. So this event, which will now be referred to as my "rebirth", is something that I cannot describe and cannot even pick single word to encompass the feeling of my rebirth.
Drowning is death as caused by suffocation when a liquid causes interruption of the body's absorption of oxygen from the air leading to asphyxia. (Thanks Wiki! ♥) I really did feel like I was "reverse-drowning", a backwards suffocation accompanied with the horrible sensation of gasping for air. For anyone who has seen The Island * with my man Ewan McGregor (back off Caitlin), the visual I can associate with the feeling of "reverse-drowning" is one of the opening sequences. Ewan reverse-drowns in his bedroom and ends up lying comfortably in his bead. It was almost like a bad dream.
My experience is similar to Rebecca's in the sense that they both have to do with drowning. Sort of; actually, not at all. Rebecca is trying to describe the sound of someone who is possibly drowning and I am trying to describe my rebirth with the help of anesthetics. That was a horrible reference to a previous blog post. I don't have much to pick from. I will try again later if something worth referencing shows up.
* I found the clip on YouTube, if anyone would like to watch it. Whoever posted it removed the original music, which makes me mad because the opening score is incredible. No spoilers.
Click here to watch it!
The part I am talking about starts about 1:37 into the video and last until the end.
It's 8:30AM on a Saturday and you open your eyes to see blinding, white, beautiful light. You shut them quickly because your eyes are just recovering from a full night's slumber in complete darkness. As they adjust you can see that this is the bright, almost blinding sun shining into your room- it welcomes you into a new day, a new dawn, and the first warm day of the year. Your mood picks up just looking out of the window...even though you are in the controlled temperature enviornment of your house, it LOOKS warm outside, and you know that your instinct is right. The sky is a bright blue and the trees and everything outside in general looks energized. You jump out of bed and search through the cave that is your closet...turtleneck, no, sweatshirt, no, long sleeve shirt, no, coat, hell no, and finally you reach a box with a label that was affectionately attached last September..."Summer Clothes." You tear through the box to find bright, bold colors...pinks, light blues, yellows. There is a giant pile of lightweight t-shirts and beside it, a mountain of folded pairs of shorts. You pick out the shirt and pair of shorts that is on the top of the pile and get dressed as quickly as you can, as if somehow the warm weather and shining sun is going to go away while you're getting changed. You search through your closet to find a pair of shoes...sneakers, no, boots, no, uggs, hell no, barefeet? YES. You run outside and feel the sun on your shoulders and you want to be embraced by its warmth, and by the moment in general. The moment reminds you that summer is coming and a slideshow of memories from last year rushes to your head. I think a synonym for this feeling is feeling alive. This is a description of my favorite day of the whole entire year. My made up word for the feelings thast describe this day is ENERGIZICA. Pretty much, just because I feel like I have the energy to do anything when this feeling sweeps me up.
This was by far the deepest blog I've ever written, which is funny because it's the blog where we make up words. hahahah i am a joke. but i'm ok with it :)
like they got a burst of energy
I’ve been putting a lot of thought into this blog; I wanted to write about a time I was at a loss for words when it came to describing how much I cared about Jason. Unfortunately I’m enraged right now and would like to create a word for how I feel. I’d like to first set the premise for which I am writing from. I want to clear up right now that I am not enraged with Jason; nonetheless he doesn’t help the situation. I do have a lot of rage as most of you already know and I’m tired of having to bottle it up because people are judging me based on my actions and not my intentions. Have you ever been so frustrated from being misunderstood? Or tired of having to explain yourself when you feel it’s obvious where your intentions lie? Well I am dealing with this frustration now! But the fact is it’s more than frustration because not only am I frustrated to the point of no return, but I am helpless. Being misunderstood is the worst feeling in the world. So as you all can see this feeling is way beyond frustration but UGZOOLAMAH. I feel like ugzoolamah is a great word to capture the essence of my true feelings. It has all the characteristics of a great word to describe my horrible feeling. Well now that I have cooled off I want go in a whole other direction.
Focusing on what Megan said “Like Brittany, I think I’ll talk about the butterflies you get in your stomach when your crush texts you or before a big date or even before you’re about to get your license.” Ah those butterflies and I’m talking about the good ones opposed to the one’s I get before a big track meet. Even through out the ugzoolamah in my life I also have been blessed to be surrounded by people who apparently make me glow to quote two of my closest friends. It really helps to have those butterflies I think they directly connect with the glow I mentioned. But honestly that feeling Megan described doesn’t have a word and who better to give it a word then us. So I was thinking we’d call the feeling ATLESMOIS. One because it sounds French and two because when I say it out loud I want to glow and who doesn’t want a word that makes you tingle?! Megan said she likes the feeling because it reminds her that she’s truly happy. I think my word when recited accomplishes the same thing so it’s a win win.
Ok so of course I’m the one to create two words but it’s only right. This blog was inspiring and allowed me to express my creativity as well as blow off some steam. Thanks Bunje!
I agree with Joanna when she talks about summer. I am always so alive or in Joanna's words ENERGIZICA. Summer is amazing and it is sad we have to go back to school on September 2 next year! And Joanna I like your word it makes me think of energy... which I wish I always had like you.
It was the top of the ninth and the Phillies were one strike away from being NL East champions and entering the playoffs. I paced around my room thinking to myself, “how the hell did they do it?” They were as far back as ten games from the New York Mets and came back to win the division. I watched astonished and saw Brett Myers throw the ball. Strike three! Myers threw his glove in the air out of happiness and excitement. I sat there, already late to soccer, watching them celebrate and pop open the champagne bottles. I sat there in disbelief but at the same time was so excited. Whenever I try to retell the moment, I always shake my head and say, “It was just…..” Without knowing what word to say, these are the only words I ever say. I never know what word to fill in and am always left stuttering and in silence.
If I had to make up one word to fill in that blank it would have to be “finappiness.” It’s a combination of “finally” and “happiness.” As I sat there I was happy like no other time and at the same time I was thinking “FINALLY!” They finally made the playoffs and everyone was happy. Looking at the clock and realizing it was getting later and later and I was going to be late to practice, I didn’t care and kept watching the celebration. All I could do was sit there with a huge smile on my face and just think about how finally they made the playoffs and it’d be my first time to see them. There are other words that I could add onto “finappiness” but I didn’t think I should. “Finally” and “happiness” are the two main words that describe how I felt at that moment. Even at that, this word doesn’t completely describe how I felt. As Ms. Bunje said it just doesn’t do justice. You would truly have to be there to be able to understand how it felt. I would’ve been even better if I were in the stadium that day. People yelling their heads off and rally towels being waved around would’ve made the experience even better.
I found it hard to come up with a word to describe that situation. I came to the conclusion that the only way a person could understand the feeling were if he or she were watching it as it happened. The feeling can not be put into words. At the moment when the last strike was pitched and the fans jumped up and down, it created its own word. It’s a word that I don’t know but I can feel. Megan said it perfectly when she said she ends up making weird noises and shaking her arms. I do the same exact thing when I try describing the moment. At that time I just want to relive the moment that I end up doing something embarrassing and weird.
I think this is probably the hardest blog for me to do all year. I think the whole point of indescribable emotions is the fact that they are indescribable, and thus can’t be put into words. Ok, so although I can’t name a feeling I have a phenomenon.
This seems to happen to me like every other week, but it actually just happened like an hour ago. Tomorrow I’m supposed to go to a band practice at my church, but since I won’t get home until 9, I can’t go. I kept reminding myself to e-mail the guy in charge, but I kept forgetting and probably would have never done it. Of course, I totally forgot to tell anyone at school that I wouldn’t be there. When I went to check my e-mail today, however, I had an e-mail from the guy announcing the practice was canceled. So, in short, my phenomenon is some weird little coincidence that although totally unexpected is exactly what you needed. I still can’t believe that the practice is canceled. Of course, there are times when a little thing like that totally messes everything up and you suddenly are stuck trying to get through a bundle of sticky situations. I think those fit it too, except they are the ones that are exactly what you didn’t need. Either kind, good or bad, just make you stop and wonder how or why such a thing would happen. Wonderment is a good word for that, I think. (I thought that wasn’t a word, but Word says differently. Whatever, that’s not my actual word) The good ones just surprise you and at least for a few seconds push out any bad feelings from your mind. I love them because even if everything is a mess, now there’s hope that they might work out or the perfect solution will just show up. The bad ones make a pit in your stomach and an impending, if small, sense of doom sinks in. It’s hard to think about anything else or come up with a solution. It’s like your perfect solution got beat down and riddled with gaping holes.
Anyway, a “coincidental surprise” is about the best I can think of as a synonym for such a situation. It’s a different kind of coincidence from learning that a kid you’ve known for a while is actually your French teacher’s next door neighbor, and still quite different from the situation Bunje described, or in my (and Hannah’s) case, involves Brittney’s stalker. My word for the coincidental surprise I described before is bumblegosh. It kind of reminds me of how it’s hard to think of anything to say when a bumblegosh happens, except for “whoa” or “are you serious?”. I guess it’s sort of a combination of the “oh my gosh” feeling and the buzzing feeling you have that temporarily stops you in your tracks. In a way, I think it would be like Courtney exclaiming fruck, even though the emotion is pretty different. (Word just tried to change “fruck” to “frock.” Last time I checked, Courtney may wear brightly colored muck boots to her farm but nothing that resembles an English dress. Well, actually, I’ve never seen Courtney wear a dress, let alone a frock on a horse farm.) The shock and sometimes unbelievability of the situations are kind of similar. (Now Word says I made up unbelievability too. Since this blog is about adding words to the dictionary, I will keep it :D)
Through life-changing events to snoring lectures in class, it’s really easy to stumble on a word that would describe the scenario in the best possible way. I really like Danny’s crew story, it sounds like it’s full of thrilling emotions and the word Danny chose really does fit his story. ^^ I don’t think my story as passionate as his but I’ll give it a try.
I ‘ve been living in a strange yet complicating story where I encounter evil cousins, intense volcanic emotions and become a superhero along with my two partners in justice. Life seems to create more evil every time I defeat them. There are so many moments where I would want to burst out into rage and punch the cement walls in Oakcrest and release my anger but what is that going to do? I’ll get in trouble and more trouble arises. Do you ever get that feeling where you want to burst out into hysterical tears or scream, but you can’t? Well countless times I would feel like this and I can’t really explain it but it just happens. I remember this one incident where I was walking down the hallway to lunch and this girl was on the other side but going the opposite way, she walked faster and pushed me with her shoulders, “Opps! Sorry!” she says and walks off laughing with her friends. Okay so it’s not a big deal but I just smiled casually and walked off like nothing happened, but inside I was miffed and I wanted to just push her back and say opps. It’s not really the right thing to do, but what can you do if you get angry at small things? Silly little things can turn ugly. Two days ago I heard some girls (not from Oakcrest) got into some big argument and and they were going to fight at 5:30pm on Monday. I didn’t hear much after wards that day but the next day I heard it was over some guy. Imagine that they were best buddies until this happened, a guy. What is the word I want to make up? Maybe, SHOMAGIFEE is the word I want to express. It’s a word that can relieve my angers and thoughts when something evil in my head pops up. It’s a word I can also laugh at because it doesn’t sound professional. Laughing is the best cure for anything…unless you’re laughing-intolerant, than that must suck for you. I’m joking. But seriously what can you do to cure anger besides laughter? Hahaha, you’re smiling naturally at the same time showing your inner beauty and it creates a golly environment to live in. SHOMAGIFEE is the word I want to express!
I guess the one thing I probably describe the least to people, is my own personal feelings. God I hate those things. Spock and Data didn’t know how lucky they had it. Frankly if I were ever to answer the standard “How are you?” truly honestly, most likely I would take several hours just to get a somewhat viable response and in that period I would have to draw several diagrams and illustrations and have to go into extremely obscure terminology. Really I probably best describe myself when I just completely let my mind wander with a pen in my hand, and then check to see what I’ve written. Even then though the answer is never really clear.
I’ve never really liked the phrase “emotional roller coaster,” I mean first of all it makes something totally awesome sound totally gay, but honestly its just way too linear for my mind. I mean I don’t go up, then down, then left, then right. Typically my emotions will move at the same time moving simultaneously moving sideways and slantways and longways and backways and frontways and squareways and any other way you can think of. I’m not so much an emotional roller coaster as an emotional Wonkavator. At any given point I can be in any number of emotional points at the same moment. So of course, when people ask something to the effect of “How are you?” I have to oversimplify.
Typically at this point the chocolate and vanilla frozen yogurt machine of my mind swirls together the flavors of my thoughts into the word “Apathetic,” a word that can hardly placate my appetite for a rich chocolate dipped cone of understanding. Don’t get me wrong, I really think apathetic is a good word. But it really doesn’t get past the chocolate shell of my soul to the peanut butter filling. The phrase does hold a scoop of truth though. Typically my mind is such a ridiculous mix of toppings and flavorings that it can get to be such a mix of different ideas and situations that I have to cover everything with the sprinkles of not caring to assure that I can keep the sweet hot fudge of my sanity. In that way, Apathy really does fit my mood somewhat. I Really don’t care a lot of the time, but its just because I force myself not to. Apathy and my mood are sort of like Dip N’ Dots and ice cream, they’re similar in a lot of ways, but at the core they’re so extremely different.
Frankly there has to be a better word. Now what to call it? I have a couple of ideas. My first idea was Rogeritafticetimetabioluminescimikodioramahurculamallamallamaduck, but I decided against it. I can come up with better. I also considered making it something totally confusing by having it be spelt completely different from how it’s pronounced. (Eg. It’s spelled Raymond Luxury Yacht, but its pronounced Throat Wobbler Mangrove.) But then of course my mind went back to the Wonkavator. Therefore, I have decided that my new word is WONKAVICIOUS, which means that at the moment your emotions are going
sideways and slantways and longways and backways and frontways and squareways and any other way you can think of all at the same time. It means that you’ve pressed all the buttons but one, and it’s about time you press the last button. Even if that means you’ll get sliced to ribbons by the glass roof. The suspense is killing me.
These words are all really fun to yell. Just try it. Especially WHORRRSHHHHPFFT. I’m not going to yell “Fruck” right now, because my parents are nearby and they’ll probably not notice the R thrown in. Also, Energizica ends up being pretty fun to say. Energizica! It sounds like a comic book character. Oh and by the way, we should definitely have a vocab list based on these words.
Before I really start to comment on this blog, let me just say one thing. When I was a little kid, I loved to read. I still do. I read whenever I possibly can. I learned to read when I was four years old, and I have never stopped. And with my love of reading comes a love of finding new words for things I didn't know there was a word for. So I guess I was about five when I started making up words. Every day I would find one thing I didn't know a word for and make up my own word. By the time I was eight, I had made up so many words I couldn't remember 95% of them. I had advanced to doing exactly what we’re doing for this blog- defining and abstract concept and making up a word for that concept. Though I don’t remember most of the words I made up years ago, I remember a select few, such as “flodey” and “unfrewding.” But there’s one of the words that I made up that I will probably never forget. The word is parsifundicant. I made it up when I was seven. The definition is kind of long, but it describes my favorite feeling in the whole wide world.
So, I’m having a really bad day. I skin my knee in gym class playing volleyball, I fail my pre-calc test, I get a 50 on a vocab quiz, and Mr. Seaman decides to be a total jerk at track again and thinks it’s totally and completely hilarious to alternate between calling me “Miley” and “Hannah Montana” the whole practice. On top of it all, I have a chapter of history due tomorrow that I didn’t start, physics supplemental problems, and an essay for english that I also didn’t start. Not the best day to be the queen of procrastination. I finally get home, drag all my bags up to my room, turn on the radio, and lay down on my bed. All of a sudden, I start to smile and my mood completely turns around. My favorite song of all time is playing on the radio. I can’t help but get off my bed, start singing, and dance around my room. Now, for the rest of the night, my mood is great. That’s the best feeling in the world- when my favorite song comes on the radio when I’m in a really bad mood and turns my whole mood around. That’s the definition of parsifundicant. (Just a side note- my days don’t usually suck that bad. And that didn’t actually happen to me recently, at least not all in the same day. But the part about Mr. Seaman? That’s a daily occurrence.)
Backtracking to the first question, that really does happen to me a lot. I’m often at a loss for words in situations there are probably words for, but they don’t come to me in time. I think the reason for the loss for words phenomenon is that there are so many synonyms in the English language but so many situations in real life that require more than one word to explain.
Commenting on Mikey’s blog, what happened to you is my biggest fear in life. I can’t even imagine what that felt like. If there’s a waking-up-in-the-middle-of-surgery-phobia, then i definitely have it. I’m deathly afraid of that, and getting surgery and the surgeon leaving like a pair of surgical scissors or a retractor inside of me. I watch way too much Discovery Health. And I have to comment on Laina’s blog. Let me just say that I see Brittany’s creeper everywhere now too.
You know that feeling you get when you just hit the game-winning run in (Darrell Johnson – Hero of today’s game)? That feeling when you’re running down the sideline and you dive into the end-zone and you feel the ball in your finger-tips? That feeling when you get your report-card, and there’s a “100” in the FINAL column? That feeling when you’re falling back, you happen to swing your leg, and the ball finds its way into the back of the net?
It is a feeling of ecstasy. It is a feeling of accomplishment. Neither of these words encapsulates the full feeling, though in my opinion, because it is a mix of both words. It is more than just being ecstatic. There is a sense of accomplishment that no one can take away because you went above and beyond what you wanted to do, and you did, dare I say it, perfect. If you score the winning goal, hit in the game-winning run, get 100 on the final, then there is nothing that you could have done better. True, one can always improve, but you did everything and a little bit more than what your team, parents, and yourself, needed. The feeling I’m talking about includes both the happiness of excelling, and the feeling of achievement. Ecstasy is just the feeling of happiness and energy flowing through one’s body. Accomplishment only includes the sense of achievement, but neglects the more emotional emotions. (…?)
So today, I have decided that the word I am going to make up is ecaplishy. I’m picking this as my new word like I do everything else in life, I have a reason for it, and I constructed it with logic. The EC comes from the word ecstasy, which is a big part of the meaning of the word. The A is just a filler to help keep the word semi-flowing. The PLISH comes from the word accomplishment, or having a sense of achievement. The Y at the end of the word is added on because I after thinking about a lot of emotions, they seem to have Y at the end. Happy, ecstasy, pity, enmity, jealousy, and so on and so forth.
This word is very tied to the feeling of happiness, with the touch accomplishment that is more than happiness, but satisfaction as well. So I guess you could say it is being happily satisfied, except to the nth degree. I now officially coin the word ecaplishy, trademark Michael Galli.
Laina is right. What’s new? But indescribable is exactly that: indescribable. And I would like to add that indescribable is not bad. Some things aren’t meant to be tossed around by our words but enjoyed in our minds. And my phenomena, which Laina has admitted to frequent attacks from, is luckily describable.
Many a day and many a night I have a massive pile of elephant dung (I mean homework) that I need to do…do. (haha doodoo) And occasionally these piles require a lot of thought. And that thought escalates into something amazing, or practical, or mesmerizing, or just worth your notice and memory. It’s like your internal computer suddenly erased everything in your RAM and gave 100% of your resources to this thought. But suddenly that computer crashes because it’s a freaking PC. Whatever causes the “crash,” whether it’s a parent demanding your presence, a friend asking for some time, or even a dog whimpering for the door, your mind loses its hermetic grasp. The idea takes flight like Whoville in the wind.
Or maybe you remembered something from years, and I mean years, ago that you just can’t wait to tell someone. But you have to wait. And you try and try to remember, repeating it, writing it down, so you don’t forget. Then finally you can tell the said person, and you sit there midsentence, “Remember when, in third grade…” Your mouth is still slightly opened but the words kind of aren’t there anymore.
Or even if you just forget what you’re going to say. I hate it. You hate it. Your mom most likely hates it. I can’t even think of a word to call it because I had to type up this anterior part. A synonym could most likely be “temporary amnesia” or “ADD” at times or quite possibly “brain fart.” So let’s brew up some new word before I forget what I was going to type. Ah + rawr + fart + what + forget + amnesia + hypochondria (for the fun of it) approximately equals… ahrawrfartwhatforgetamnesiahypochondria. Which when reduced will be ARAWRHARWHAFORGAMNESIA. And such a persont hat would experience a brain fart of this ilk would be called an arawrharwhaforgamnesiac. And no, you can’t shorten that. So just like Mary Poppins, my word can neither be spelled nor easily remembered. But for as long as man lives and forgets what he was going to say, there will be arawrharwhaforgamnesiacs.
Well, what a “coincidence” that this week’s blog is about making up a word when my friend Jenn and I literally just made up a word tonight and another one last week. Before I go into a moment in my life where I have experienced any unique feelings, concepts, or phenomena, I’m going to quickly summarize how our word came to be.
Okay, so we were talking about a very juicy, interesting, yet personal topic, and of course we wanted to know all of each other’s details BUT there was no exact term to sum it all up with out breaking out the literal, “too-detailed adjectives. Sooooo, in order to explain what we were trying so hard to share with each other, we made up a word. By using little inside jokes we were able to come up with the perfect word, “teeje.” I’m not going to explain what it means in this blog but if you care enough to know I’ll definitely tell you.
Anyway, as a lot of you may know, when I tell a story, I put every little detail into it and I make one simple 2 minute story into this long, drawn-out spoken novel. And it’s not my fault. I am very aware that after one minute of hearing me speak everyone tunes out and ignores me but for some reason I still continue to talk in-depth. Of all people, I think my mom has become the least patient with this way of speaking now. But, I have come to the conclusion (2 minute before I started writing this blog) that maybe the reason I talk so long is because there aren’t words to explain my situations or feelings in their complete entirety without describing them in 1,000 words.
There is one particular time sticking out in my mind when I was unfortunately at a loss for words and I was fighting with my dumb mental dictionary in my head to come up with the best choice of words. As usual, I was talking to my mom about how psycho I was about being scared when I was home alone and I COULD NOT, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t come up with the perfect word to describe the ridiculous, funny, but horribly dreadful fear that had come over me. Saying I was scared was an understatement. Synonyms that describe this feeling of fear the closest would I guess have to be “terrified” (with some adjectives thrown in to enhance it), or the term, “scared-shitless”, but I don’t think my mom would appreciate that too much.
So, since I get this feeling on a weekly basis, coming up for a word for it would be the only solution for sharing it to everyone who actually cares about my psycho self.
My word will be……………………
FROAWARDROTIME.
And since this word is in fact mine and I can use it in anyway I so desire, it can act as a verb, noun and adjective! =]
For instance, I can say, “mom, I was so froawardrotimed last night that I couldn’t sleep.”
Or, “Oh, that froawardrotiming sound in my closet was so sudden, I lost my breath.”
And I can even say, “Ugh, the worst froawardrotime of my life would have to be when that guy came into my house.”
It’s the perfect word and I advise anyone who is as psycho-ly scared as me to start using it. by 2025, it should be in the Webster’s dictionary I’m sure.
okay, i just read Mike Galli's blog and i have to say your word is really good. i may have to use that from time to time. my word doesn't exactly flow right off the tongue but yours even has a nice little ring to it. adding the Y at the end was a great plus =] and that sums up a feeling i think everyone feels at least once in their lifetime so there's no reason why that shouln't become a word.
I have indeed had one of those times where I just can’t find the word I’m looking for when telling a story or even writing one for that matter, but it wasn’t ever because there wasn’t a word. There was always the perfect word in the confines of the English vocabulary, I just couldn’t think of it for one reason or another. I would have an explanation for this phenomenon if I had only bought this book How Your Mind Works, I was going to, it truly intrigued me, but I unfortunately didn’t. Oh well.
Moving on, you deemed the phenomenon of noticing pregnant women after your best friend becomes pregnant as a “coincidence,” when in reality it is far from a coincidence. Vision is a truly amazing thing; your brain sees the full scene of what you’re seeing upside-down, it than reads all that data and decides what’s important for you to really see and what will just remain in the background of your sight unseen. It decides on what is important by determining any treats, things that are out of the ordinary and things your subconscious mind feels important. So on any normal day a pregnant woman will go unseen in the background; because after all she is no threat, but after your best friend becomes pregnant your mind is now aware of pregnant women. So the next time you see a pregnant woman instead of not noticing her, your brain will see that pregnant woman because subconsciously you are much more aware of them and have a connection to them. This idea applies not only to noticing pregnant women but also the car you mentioned, or even Brittany’s creeper.
Alright, I’m going to do the rest of this blog in reverse order, because it just makes more sense to me that way. My “made-up” word is neobenevita, which literally means “new good life.” Neo- is a prefix meaning new, bene- is a prefix meaning good or well, and vita is the Latin word for life. So as the translation alludes neobenevita is that feeling you get upon starting over, the feeling that comes with the turn around of your whole life. It is a feeling of joy, happiness, excitement, nervousness, eagerness, belonging and relief all meshed together into one super feeling. As far as synonyms go I’m at a loss. This word is so specific that I don’t think that there are truly any synonyms; like I said before it’s a collaboration of many emotions so no one of them could be said to be a synonym.
To comment on Hannah’s blog, I have to agree with Mr. Seamen; it is hilarious to call you “Hannah Montana” or “Miley” all day. The reaction you give is worth the occasional death threat or the threat of being stabbed with a javelin. Actually the threat of being stabbed with a javelin adds to the humorousness of the situation.
I am probably the worst story teller in the world. I could have the best story with the best climax and the best conclusion, but it still doesn’t matter. I stumble over words and the sequence of events and in the middle of the story I remember something that happened in the beginning and I start my story all over again. Kelsey Cheek actually makes fun of me for it. Basically, I am constantly stumped for words.
Anyway, the most recent story I had to tell, where I was stumped for words of how I felt was probably involving Ryan, the ex. Earlier this week Ryan texted me for some reason and he started talking to me and asked if we could start saying hi to each other in school. I told him I didn’t think it’d be a good idea because I didn’t want to lead Ryan on and worse hurt James. Then of course it all started - the claws started coming out. Ryan said that after James is with me he goes and talks to other people. Who cares? He then went off saying that the reason why James isn’t with me after homeroom is because he’s flirting up other girls and being a pimp. Of course Ryan was trying to make me hate James and wish I was back with him because afterwards Ryan told me that he never did that to me and it hurts him seeing James do that to me. Then, Ryan had the nerve to tell me he cares about me and doesn’t want to see me get hurt and he’s just looking out for me. This feeling of rage where I just wanted to punch him right in his jaw came over me, but then it was kinda humorous because here’s Ryan trying to get me all worked up over nothing. I didn’t care about James being with other girls because unlike Ryan I actually trust my boyfriend. However, I also got sad because I let Ryan get in my head. In the end, I was ludicrously vehement.
The whole situation was ludicrous which means causing laughter because of absurdity. Ryan thought I would get worked up, but he obviously doesn’t know that I trust James. I don’t know how many times I told Ryan he could talk to girls and I wouldn’t care because I trust him. So, he basically slapped himself in the face and it was funny, or should I say ludicrous. However, I was vehement – strongly emotional; intense or passionate (I was the intense, of course) – throughout the whole conversation. In the beginning I was emotional with intense anger towards him for telling me that, and then I was emotional because Ryan got in my head and I let him. It’s all good now, though so no worries. But, if I had to make up my own word I wouldn’t have a clue…
vehement – hement + ludicrous + ment = Veludicrousment – an action that causes strong emotion, good or bad, but later produces laughter because of absurdity.
I read Laina’s blog and I liked her phenomenon. It seemed like people chose mostly feelings, but Laina didn’t because their indescribable on purpose, which I think is really cool. Also, her phenomenon is so coincidental. I’ve been in that situation before and so far I’ve loved it. I don’t think I’ve had a bad coincidence yet, well probably but I can’t remember. When she was describing the phenomenon it reminded me of the song Ironic by Alanis Morissette. You get these random coincidences or ironic situations and some are good and some are bad. It’s the game of life.
When it comes to defining and describing feelings, I always focus more on how they affect my body than how I could describe them with obscure adjectives. Last Saturday I was sitting outside of my job on break feeling tired and thinking to myself, “Just three more hours in this place.” I walked into Five Below to find a very cute boy waiting for me. We talked and laughed because that’s what I do best and when it was time for us to part he gave me what I would like to call our first “real” kiss (with the works). The kiss itself was bliss but as this boy left the unnamed feeling washed over me. I paced around the store in a daze picking up toys scattered on the floor, ringing up customers, and stupidly smiling to myself as my stomach became an empty hole and my heart fluttered. A cheerful air surrounded me as I cleaned and I was overly helpful those at work. Everything seemed right and wrong at the same time and I all I could think was, “Wow. Why do I feel this way? I like it, but I don’t know what it is.” My manager had known about what happened and he said I was a sucker. I just smiled to myself because I knew he was right.
Finding words for the emotions that were rushing through me is one of the hardest tasks I have ever had to undergo, but I suppose the synonym I would choose for this is charmed. That word seems as though it’s almost too simple to describe the state of mind and body that I was left in and in a way it sounds too cheerful because half of me was uncomfortable about the feelings that were growing inside. I’m very afraid of letting myself get too attached to people simply because it hurts when they let you down in some shape or form. I felt like an idiot because I could see myself beginning to implant someone I barely knew into my mind and tiny voice was telling me I was setting myself up for a heart break. If you can’t already tell, I’m usually a skeptic when it comes to “teenage love” and even now I feel a bit ridiculous writing about some cutesy little love story.
Sticking to the assignment, the word I will make up for this indescribable feeling is FELKY. Although it makes me want to laugh, I suppose it sounds right saying this boy made me feel FELKY. My “word” reminds me of when I was child for some reason, but it fits well considering this writing piece makes me sound like a little girl with a crush
Well first off, this tends to happen to me a lot. I don’t know why it just does. I can never seem to find the word I want to use to describe what I am feeling and half the time I know the one word that might describe it but then I just can’t think of it. I think this happens because we have so many words to choose from in the English language that it us hard to pick just one without thinking of another. Like Megan and Danny said before me, those butterflies you get in your stomach are indescribable. I have gotten butterflies over anything from swimming to giving seminar pieces. Sometimes it is nerves that seem to do this to you and others its just excitement. I love the feeling that I get after a hard practice or after a long race it is just like I did it. And I love the feeling when I get up on the podium and accept an award for a race that I know I swam really well. Like this weekend. So some of you have probably heard me talk about how I haven’t been able to drop time in swimming since like freshman year and how it was kinda getting to me. Well I dropped time this weekend and I can’t even describe how happy I felt. For one It was the last day of the entire meet and I had kinda been swimming like crap. I knew I would though because I went down with the “I’d rather have fun” mentality than “I would like to swim well” mentality. So there I was behind the block for backstroke thinking to myself. I was like ok. You can do this. And I was giving myself this whole little pep talk in my head behind the block. While I was swimming the race I felt so good and I had a feeling I would come close to my best time but I was not expecting that I would drop a second and a half. When I looked up at the clock I almost cried. I was so happy. No not happy because there really was no feeling to describe how amazing I felt especially since I got two hours of sleep the night previously haha. So I am going to have to make up a word. Hmmm. Fieranastical. Sounds good to me. Nationals this year was filled with so many indescribable feelings I wish I had time to write about all of them but I think an occasional paper might do the trick. Like the fact that everyone I have talked to wants to go back and not swim just go back and have some more fun. I think they need to start putting a disclaimer out to the parents stating “warning. Your kids may have a ridiculously amazing time and they may never want to come back. Don’t be alarmed if they seem depressed when they get home. Don’t worry they will get over it.”
I know exactly what you mean, Bunje, when you say you don’t know the word you want to use. It happens to me all the time. It shouldn’t be hard for me to make up a word since I do it all the time. When I tell stories to my friends I sometimes either make up a word or say it wrong and try to pretend that it fits in the sentence until they stop me and tell me that actually isn’t a word. I make up words to help me remember our SAT vocab words, like the well-known Hangabanger (Harbinger.)
Megan talked about in her blog the butterflies she gets before she sees Dave and Danny talked about the mixed feelings he gets right before a crew race. I know the exact feelings they get. I get them all the time. Every time before a big game in soccer or before the gunshot is pulled for track or before the official says, “Take your mark,” to a swimmer, I get those exact feelings. I would think after 12 years of playing soccer I wouldn’t get nervous any more. But those feelings just never seem to go away. These feelings though are definitely indescribable. I am sure almost everyone gets them though and everyone knows the exact feelings I am talking about. These are the feelings that make me love the sports I play. Although, I feel like I am about to throw up right before a race or feel the sudden urge to go run off the pool deck and hide in the locker room, I feel proud of myself when I accomplish the task I set out for.
I always like to think that after several years of playing in soccer games and running in track meets and swimming in swim meets I would get use to this feeling, but no. It never seems to go away.
Last track meet, at Buena relays this feeling cycled through my body almost all day. I waited around the pole vault area for a while getting my steps ready and practicing for my jumps. But this was not my main concern I was worried about the 800 I was going to run later that day. You can ask almost any track person, the 800 is one of the most tiring races to run. I love this race though, but the problem was I was nervous about my competition. There are these twins from Millville who are amazing and I don’t like to lose but they are better than me. So I get pole vault out of my way and jump 7 feet easily and walked away from that for a while so I could prepare myself for the race. My relay team got our cards and ready for the race. As we were waiting in line I realized I wasn’t going to have to race these twins. I felt somewhat relieved but I was still nervous because the girl I was going to face was still really good. I got up to the line and couldn’t do anything but jump around. Jumping around is the only thing that can somewhat calm my nerves before a race. The official got us ready and the feeling I was describing early sent chills down the back of my neck. As soon as the gun was shot, I lost that feeling and was in my own world. I put our relay team in first and we continued on to get second. But the feeling didn’t completely stop. I still had to finish pole vaulting and still had another race. I managed to jump my best in pole vault and then got ready for my next relay, but this time I had to face one of the twins from Millville. The sad part is last year I beat one of the twins in a dual meet but they improved a lot and now are amazing. The butterflies immediately came right back into my stomach. Things really go time nervous when they started lining us up for the race and we weren’t in lines. My nerves at this point were going crazy. The official got us ready was just about to shoot his gun, when all of a sudden nothing happened. The gun didn’t go off. At this point, I was so nervous I was about to pee myself and he had to go and add more nerves through my body. We got back on the line and ready to run. My heart was bounding a mile per minute. Finally, the gun was shot and all the nervous left my body. I ended up still finishing behind the twin, but we finished the race in first.
The nerves and anxiety I described in my example above is an indescribable feeling that a real word in the English dictionary can’t describe. So the word I am going to make up for it is TERRANXINERVABLE. This word is the combination of several other words. Terra is short for terrified. Anxi is short for anxious. Nerv is short for nervous. And able is short for several words like indescribable and unbelievable and incredible (even though in credible ends in ible.) I feel that all these words help describe this crazy feeling I get before any of my sporting events.
I usually have a loss for words when something really good happens, bad happens, or if something surprising pops up. For example, this past weekend I had a soccer tournament and we were up against these crazy beastly girls who had to have been on steroids (there voices were too deep to be their god given voice). All throughout the game the score was tied and it seemed like no one would ever be able to capitalize on opportunities. Then, as the game was in the last final minutes, my team had a sudden burst of energy and our passes were crisp and our movement was astonishing. I was making a run to the left corner and I saw my other teammate making a run into the center of the field. I received the ball in the corner and I got the cross off and my teammate was there to finish. As soon as the ball hit the back of the net, the whistle blew. In those few seconds after scoring and winning a hard fought game, no words are great enough to use. Usually screaming and jumping and giving hugs are the most common, which my whole team did.
So, I’ve come up with a word that can grasp the immense feeling: magnusfeliprise. Magnus- meaning large or big, feli-coming from my name which means happy, and prise- coming from the word surprise for those moments where this feeling just surprises a person.
It’s not a “pretty” word, but it means what I want it too mean, I guess. If you wanted to shorten it, you could say mafelis. That doesn’t sound too bad now, right?
I just read Mike Galli’s and I really like his word. It’s kind of what my word is, but with the Galli twist. I can see that in the future that our new words will be used on a daily basis and soon they will show up on SAT’s and maybe even the AP Lang test. We all know they look for new words from the AP LANGers.
At 2:35 in early November 2007, the final school bell rang at Oakcrest High School. Most of the kids began filing out of school, but I meandered towards the athletic locker rooms to get changed for the upcoming soccer state playoff game. As I changed into my uniform while blasting some motivational music through my headphones, I anticipated the upcoming game against Toms River. I was nervous, but in a good way, about the game. I had those butterfly feelings that Brittany described and I couldn't wait for the game to start. Once the kickoff finally occurred and the game commenced, that feeling went away and it was "all business" (as Mr. Costello says) from that point forward.
So, for my blog, i would like to create a word that could adequately describe that butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling that I tend to get before a big soccer game. The word that adequately dexcribes the feeling you get before you call up your crush. The word that describes the waning moments before your favorite band comes onto the stage at a concert. To me, this word encompasses all of these feelings.
I guess anticipation would be the word that most closely resembles what I am thinking, but according to the definitions, anticipation is expectation or hope. However, while much of the nervousness abounds because of my hope that we win, I don't think that anticipation really pinpoints what I feel.
The next part -- making up a word -- is the most difficult part because no matter what word I think of, it sounds ridiculous since it hasn't really been infused into everyday conversation. But the best word that I came up with is "liquibowelment" because that's what it feels like during that moment. It feels like your heart is in your throat and your stomach is about to excrete from your hindquarters - or at least that's how it feels for me. (Don't judge me!) So, for me, it only makes sense that that exact feeling is captured into words that are not arbitrarily put together but actually have some sort of notion behind their yoking. the only negative thing about this word is that it is not very appealing, much like pulchritude and comeliness. So, Merriam-Webster, if you're listening, liquibowelment is now a word to be added to the newest edition of the dictionary so that we may achieve that elusive 1,000,000th word for the English language.
ok. I'm pretty sure I have had many of those feeling where i can't describe how i feel at that particular moment. I'm trying to think back to the most nerve-racking event I have participated in. What comes to mind is Speed skating. When i was younger, somewhere between the ages of 7-12, I used to speed skate for the Young's Skate team and eventually I transfered to a team called LC Speed. Anyway, i would like to say i was pretty decent. I did make it to Nationals once. Actually that's what I'm going to talk about; Nationals.
It was the summer before 5th grade i believe. I qualified for nationals when i went to regionals where i placed 3rd. So, around August of that year i went to Nationals in Pensacola, Florida. It was so nice there. Anyway, right of f the bat it was different. Instead of skating in a rink, it took place in a stadium! it was crazy! there were so many people and teams. I felt a little awkward since i had really old skates and everyone else had really nice ones. but that's besides the point. Right before i had to race, I saw my whole season flash before me. All of my races and all of the practices came down to this race. I was so nervous and excited and adrenaline was flowing through me the whole time i was standing at the starting line. I couldn't stand still. There was this kid from California next to me and started talking to me. He said something about something but i don't remember. All i knew was that i was going to beat him. But the craziest feeling of all was from the time the starter said "Set" until the sound of the gun. Those 1.5 seconds are indescribable. I have no clue what feeling that is. But if i had to choose a synonym for what feeling i felt, It would probably be INTENSITY. Everything about speed skating is intense. One false move and you could be disqualified or passed or even fall. But Since I can make up a word, I would call that feeling from the time between "set" and the gun as:
----------SUPADRENALENSITY----------
It's a combination of the word "Super" which means a great amount or strong or something like that, "Adrenaline" which is...well everyone should know what it is, and the word "intensity" which everyone should know the meaning to as well. Well that's it.
Every single word describes one single feeling or scenario so why doesn’t every feeling or scenario have a “matched pair” (hehe Stats) word? I have never been good with words or telling stories or really anything much having to do with English. For me, not knowing a word to describe what my mind is repeating over and over again has always been something I disregard as an inevitable (haha I can’t think of a word to describe it… how perfect for this blog) inconvenience-for lack of a better word. I never even knew that anyone else really had that problem.. other than my best friend who talks so much and so fast she forgets what she is trying to say and makes up her own personal filler words to complete her thoughts at 2 a.m. (Leslie). So now I’m going to follow the steps of my BFF and come up with a word to describe a feeling I never could.
The most difficult thing to describe for me is the feeling I get when I first see a loved one or someone I have not seen in a long time, that last sweet “I just don’t want to go” kiss before I leave Tony, when I go above and beyond my personal goal, going to the beach even when it is too cold to even think about going in the water (haha Jeannie), hearing my favorite song blast through the radio, getting the cutest puppy in all of the universe, having my “number one” crush flash me his cutie pa-tootie smile, or walking into the house only to smell my favorite meal being prepared just for me. All of those things, though seemingly different and diminutive, give me the same feeling. This feeling can be best described as extreme happy or total bliss. Just having to type those as synonyms to describe the unknown word that belongs to these feelings kills me.
Using the wrong, less accurate, words makes these feelings feel so much less exhilarating than they actually are. The feeling is hard to describe but is a mixture of happiness, liveliness, excitement, the feeling pink gives me, and ardor. Based on all of these synonyms the word should be paplitermeninky. (Pronounced Pa-ple-ter-min-ink-ee.) The word begins and ends with the letters in the word pink (minus the added y). The “ap_i” comes from hAPpIness. The sound “lee” comes from the word liveliness. The “men” comes from the word excitement. And the “er” comes from the “or” in ardor. The “y” added at the end of the word is there because writing “y”s always somehow manages to brighten my mood. It always makes me feel paplitermeninky, especially on a sunny and paplitermeninky day.
I agree with Joe's reasoning on the "coincidence" of seeing pregnant people. It is all a matter of you not noticing everyday things everday just because they are not as important to you. Once you have a personal connection with that idea or thing it will be a lot more likely to jump out at you.
=)
First off, Michael Henry, Ewan McGregor is MY MAN! So you hop off, jerk.
Now, because I feel like being different, controversial, and/or simply a jerk, I am going to forsake the trend that has been built in this blog. While everyone is off describing the phenomena/feeling of love, winning, starting over, ecstasy, blah, and blah, I have decided to turn the mood off to a slightly more somber one. A particular occurrence that I have caught myself in several times lately is how to describe to someone an event, person, or thing that I have conflicting feelings for. A perfect example was last Wednesday’s trip to D.C. to visit the Holocaust Museum. After arriving home after the trip, I was asked how it was. As my mouth opened to form the word “good”, I could not find the breath in my lungs in order to vocalize it. Something in my subconscious stopped me from saying such false word. How could anyone possibly even think to describe a feeling towards a trip honoring seven million systematically murdered unjustly in order to facilitate the fanatical ethos of the German Nazis as good? The trip was upsetting for me because it personalized an atrocity that happened over sixty years ago. I saw the vast pile of shoes that the Germans collected (stole) from the Jews before they killed them. I was also enraged to find out that no one did anything to stop Hitler until it was too late. Not only that, similar massacres are occurring everyday and no one is doing a thing to stop it. However, no matter how angry or sad visiting the museum had made me, I enjoyed the trip. Interesting, isn’t it? So this phenomenon of opposing feelings will be the basis of my new word: MULTICONTRAPATHOS. Multi- meaning many, Contra- from the Latin meaning against, and Pathos- referring to the emotional appeal.
I also would like to say that I agree with Joe’s simple explanation of the pregnant women scenario. It is probably something I would learn in a psychology class that I am not taking next year. I believe once your mind is trained to see a particular thing, it will become more attune to picking out that sort of thing that you normally would ignore through your nerve’s simple filtering procedures. A few years back, I would not have noticed any sort of a difference between a BMW and a Ford, but now, I could pick out a cute lil Beemer anywhere. Especially if it is a pretty Z4. Wee!
I am yet again ending this blog in a cliché fashion by using a quote, but it fits, not only with the blog question, but also with my scenario description.
“We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.”
-Abigail Adams (1744 - 1818), letter to John Adams, 1774
Well there was one time where I had a mixture of emotions that formed something that I had never felt before. Being in band for about 3 years so far I have done everything there is to do besides for pit band. Pit band is the band that sits in the dark in the back of the stage for the drama productions. This is something that I’ve wanted to do ever since I found out what it was as a freshman. This year I tried my hardest to get in by telling Mr. T that I was interested in doing is but he didn’t need me. Before I finish this story though I have to tell you about how I have a friend named Steve who is amazing at saxophone and is only a sophomore so he always keeps me on my toes when It comes to band, and also you should know that I am the only person in the band with a certain type of saxophone called a soprano saxophone which is my pride and joy and I never leave in at school. So anyway back to my story. Then my friend Steven who had been in pit band the year before and who was going to do it again this year asked me if he could use my B- flat or Soprano saxophone for the show. This made me very jealous and also angry but not so much angry because this guy is a very good friend of mine. What finally pushed me over the edge is that another kid that I know, who is a freshman, also got into pit band. This made me terribly angry, but I would like to say now that as I look back I’m glad he got in. The feeling that I got though was a combination of despair, anger, and jealousy that all made me feel anxious. I thing that I would wrap this feeling up as sangrilosity.
I chose this word to describe this story because it combines all of those emotions in the exact way I felt. If there was a real word to describe how I felt I wouldn’t use this as an example for this blog.
Just to comment on Mikey’s Blog. I can understand where your coming from with a relationship to drowning because once when I was scuba diving with my dad I forgot to open my tank all the way so once I got to the bottom, about 90 ft., air wasn’t getting to my regulator but then because my dad was there he saved my life by just being there. I also want to say that it’s kind of ironic that Mikey used The Island to demonstrate that after he was talking about rebirth but I won’t say exactly why so I don’t spoil it.
Wow, this blog is really hard, but I know that “at a loss for words moment.” I feel like it’s even harder for me because I’m not usually at a loss for words. I usually have something to say about anything, I might not always vocalize it, however it’s there; marinating in my brain in between random thoughts of summer, food, Darnell, and some other sporadic thoughts of school. (Those often make me cringe so I try not to think of them too often)
I would say that if I was ever at a loss for words it would definitely have to be the first time that I walked into Commerce Bank. You would think in a professional environment like a bank people would act professional and I guess classy. I expected people to be very serious and astute. When I first walked into Commerce the first words I heard through the door weren’t “Hi” or “Welcome” I’m actually not sure of I’m aloud to say on here what I heard, but I will say it was a random tangent of words that would really only be appropriate to say when in vain! I was completely taken back by the level of vulgarity being displayed by people highered to specialize in customer service and provide that “WOW MOMENT FOR EACH CUSTOMER”- I quote. Was speechless because it was something so far from what I expected. The only synonym that I can really think of is vulgarity to describe the things I heard. I was even more astounded to learn the different facts about my co-workers. Drugies? High school dropouts? Working at commerce bank WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!? GHNAAAAHHHH!!!!!- That’s my word =)
GHNAAAAHHHH, pronounce G-N-A-W, is a good word to say when you’re at a loss for words. Whether it’s a good moment or a bad GHNAAAAHHH attends to any sort of emotion. I would love to have used “Fruck” which I think is such an awesome word! But I feel like that would only express aggression. Hannah could use it to describe her crappy day and Megan could use it to describe the feeling she gets for her crush! It’s very versatile!
Another time that I was at a loss for words would be the first couple nights Darnell and I really started talking. It was a feeling I’d never had before. Every day I would talk to Janet and tell her about “this boy, who’s just amazing” I so could see myself saying Ghnaaaahhh at that moment. I think I really like indescribable feelings. It keeps things lively. The unknown is always something people end up talking about whether they want to or not. I really really love words, Yay <3
As ridiculous and preposterous as it may seem it is quite difficult for me to think of a situation where I could not summon a word to describe what I was trying to explain. However, I would have to say the circumstance that it would most likely apply would be in a sports event, sticking close to Nicks Supadrenalensity story. The most rewarding feeling in the world is when you do something extraordinary, especially under an immense amount of pressure, and then realize that what you have just done is great. There is really no one word, at least not yet to illustrate the sensation that overcomes your entire body and makes you comprehend that you have succeeded and quite possibly defied all odds. So I can say that there have been a few times that I was in dire need of this word to describe how I felt, and not to say I did something totally amazing but the occasion was special to me and satisfied my body with the feelings I mentioned above.
One of these incidents would be at the beach blast soccer tournament in Wildwood. So it was a tie game and our penalty kick line-up was formed, and I was not in it so I just hoped that someone would nail the shot and get the situation over with. However, needless to say none of my teammates had bypassed the goalie and Nick did an amazing job on our team to prevent any shots from being made. So with no one left they went to the two players who were not originally supposed to shoot, which was Mike Settle and I. Settle told me to go and I went without hesitating and really can’t remember anything else after that and faded back in when everyone started running at me and jumped on me. I had gotten us into the Finals and I felt pretty awesome, even if I didn’t win the tourney for us it was still an awesome feeling. In the end however we lost the final game in another penalty kick shootout and I didn’t get another chance to shoot. Oh well, it was good enough to me that I won us the previous game so I can’t complain too much. But I was overcome with a plethora of emotions, feelings and thoughts that can only derive from an event such as this.
On another level, not quite as tremendous, is the amazing feeling I get when I have a marvelous round of golf. When you hit every ball perfect and never top it or miss the green or get more than 2 putts on every hole the game is seriously one of the most enjoyable events ever. As you might of guessed, this does not happen very often to me but when it does I feel the way I did in the soccer situation, even if I am not doing anything extremely athletic or physically demanding I still get the same effect. So my word would have to encapsulate the way I feel when any type of incidences such as the one’s I described or even greater occur. So the ludicrous word I am going to create in this blog is going to be Hapinoverfeelingo’success. It is the horrible bonding of six words, which are happy, intense, overpowering, feeling, of, and success. This word would be defined as the indescribable personal feeling of one’s being and the feeling of an extraordinary outclassing of all other sensations experienced by a man/ woman. The synonym for this word, and equally potent that is also made by me is, Sentensoréussite. Sen coming from sensus, which means feeling in latin. Tenso, comes from intense, meaning intense in italian; and finally réussite is French for accomplishment. Of course I had to make my word difficult, but I like diversity!
I’m probably not in the best mental state to write a blog like this. Unfortunately, I like to suck at life and procrastinate until I have to other option. So, the softball team just lost for the first time this season. (AH IT JUST HIT ME! THE FEELING I WANT TO DESCRIBE!) Well, we played Hammonton at home. The final score was 6-5. It was an intense game. We were down most of it while Hammonton was ripping the ball. I think they had like... 4 triples. Going into the bottom of the 6th we were down 4. We scored enough to tie it up 5-5 that inning. The whole team was pumped and excited with the chance for victory back within reach. Hammonton went up to bat and scored one which meant we had to score at least one run that inning or we lost. They made a couple good plays and the inning ended with runners on 1st and second. It was a tough loss.
We went out to slap hands and then Raph calls us over to the side to do our final game cheer thing, or whatever that’s called. She says to us, after just having experienced a tiring defeat, “Lets remember how this feels and never let it happen again.” I was just like “...that was really inspirational, coach.” Are you kidding me with that? What kind of coach says that after their team just tried so hard and played in the freezing rain and mud? She couldn’t think of ONE thing to say that was a little better than, “lets remember how this feels?” That’s pretty weak if you ask me.
Let me first describe the feeling I’m speaking about befor I come up with my word. It’s that feeling you get where someone does something or says something and it’s so ridiculous that youjust want to smack them upside their head. So, out of line or uncalled for they leave you with your jaw dropped and a million different things running through your head. However, so many thoughts are going through your head that you can’t make out a single one of them to say, so generally what comes out is something weak like, “you suck.” If this could be spoken and logical my word would be JKASDHGKJS. Anyone who has ever talked to be online when I’m frustrated and at a loss for words knows that’s how I express it.
Unfortunately, I have to come up with something better than that. Let me make a list of all the things I associate with these moments: stupidity, racing thoughts, jaw dropping, screeching halt of thought process, urge to act violently, animal instincts (you know, the feeling of just wanting to pounce on someone), and probably a million other things I can’t think of at the moment. STURAC-JAHAVIAN. Pronounced “strew-rock-jah-hah-vee-ann”. Now, I feel like this word wouldn’t really be used in organized speech. I feel like it should simply be used as a response to the people who do stupid crap that makes us react this way.
For example:
“Let’s remember how this feels and never let it happen again.” -Raph
“STURAC-JAHAVIAN!!!” –Me
“......” – Raph and other observers.
Sounds good to me. I think it would be a helpful relief of frustration.
There is only one answer to this scenario. A mathematical survey was taken at UC Berkley, and the results were stunning. Over 40% of the surveyors who did not know a word to use in their said story used a word that understated their main point. However 75% of the students surveyed said that they had so many things running through their mind, they could not possibly pick one word, hence the understatement.
57% of the students did not understand the word used when listening to a story when said subject A was at a "loss for words" and felt the meaning of the story was either diluted (80%) annoying (17%) nonsense (2%) or overemphasized (1%).
What do all these numbers mean? Well, after some hard number crunching and mathematical formulating while simultaneously genetically engineering a theory to theorize the original theory, and concluding with scientifically evidence that henceforth supports, but does not verify that the answer is 23.
With that entire in mind, most of the times when I tend to think of a word, I rely on my emotions and the pure ridiculousness of the situation at hand. I try to pick a word out of my mind that both it absurd, crazy and as ridiculous as it makes sense to the blank in the sentence. Old English suggests adding the suffix, -ish, to capture the phenomena effect, while the ancient tongue of the Chekhov-Roman Barbarians prefers ending words with an abstract, -ize, combined with a modern-archaic form on middle sounds like the "schwa" or "huuughhhhhck" for effect.
Personally, I like to leave my customer guessing for the right word, like I were leaving the bait for a fish to take. As they shoot out words that either make no sense or just don’t cut it, I cut them off, and throw in a combination of those words, like premusehilatropilist.
40% of the time UC Berkeley said the "fictitious" word goes unnoticed, 34% of the time it makes sense, and 26% of the time it is totally and utterly funny, resulting in an outburst of laughter in which the artist intended on from the very beginning.
So by my calculations, 100% of the time it is effective. Concerning Jakes blog, I think it’s hard to apply one word to a specific situation, rather than we use our feelings, as in emotions like the butterflies to encapsulate what is going on in our heads. And by doing this I feel like we if not careful, lose track of what our real message is. Are we trying to convey our message in a manner that is both unexpected and humorous or intellectual and accurate? When all this happens, the meaning is gone, at least for me, because no matter what I say, or what word I use, I know nothing can recreate the situation that was so ironically hilarious.
Then what can we do? I guess to possibly effectively pass the point of the story is to listen to the man who made this his job.
“Brevity is the soul of wit."
I took a careful step up to the start line. It was cold and I was doubtful. I looked down and compared everyone’s running shoes to try to eliminate the odd feeling of adrenaline pulsating throughout my body. We exchanged nervous smiles and then focused our attention on the official. His hand went up and a wave of hopes and fears meshed together in the mere seconds before the gun was fired. We were off.
This feeling I’m talking about is most closely related to Rachel Carlson’s terranxinervable experiences and I can’t agree more. But besides the apprehensive feelings that track races arouse, there is also a more positive sensation that can overcome you when you run a race.
After the sound of the gun, my legs unconsciously kicked into high gear. I struggled to pass the girls that were in front of me. As we continued the four-lap race around the track, I hoped that the girl behind me would not speed up during the last 200 meters. My fear was confirmed when she edged a few feet in front of me. Allison shouted something about getting in front of her again. I was not going to let her beat me. I don’t even know what happened next except my legs suddenly went a lot faster and the girl became nothing but a solved problem.
Later on, I was contemplating what makes me go so much faster than my usual pace on race days. I was nervous and didn’t think I was prepared enough before it started, but once I began running it was like my legs had a mind of their own. This phenomenon of the body is simply amazing. I guess the nerves, anxiety, ambition, and people around you are the ultimate ingredients for pushing you your hardest. It’s this combination of feelings and events that make running distance incomprehensible to those who watch us. (Honestly, some of them would agree that we a certifiably crazy.) And it’s these feelings that our teammates have never been able to express appropriately through words (until I make my stellar word to describe this all), but have only been able to acknowledge by means of facial expressions and the fact that they continue to go through with the whole nerve-racking process all over again at the next meet.
Through a careful analysis of my running experience, I have finally come up with my own word to describe this seemingly indescribable feeling—zveus (ss-voos). This word isn’t a combination of any of the words that alone are unfit to describe this feeling, but is instead a word that sounds like the feeling itself. It reminds me of going fast and being nervous at the same time. And as crazy as it may seem, it’s this very feeling of zveus that brings me back to that starting line time and time again.
Well.. though when you're telling a story these moments when you are at a loss for words can be annoying, when you're with someone, cough..girlfriend..cough, and you are at a loss for words is it a great feeling. I often find myself just looking at meghan, without anything to say. I try to say something but just rambling crap comes out. Somehow I think she knows what I am thinking at that point though.
Ok. So everyone knows meghan and I have been best friends for a while, but we decided if we got together we could be happy. Now this is the difficult part, I know I love her; I'd do anything for her, but... I am not in love with her, at least not yet. Obviously we like eachother alot, since we go out and all, but it's more than just a "like", for me anyway. Everyone's been in this position, and if you think you haven't then you will eventually and you'll know what I'm talking about. At a certain point, you realize that your feelings become much stronger than a "like", but there isn't really a word for that, at least not one I am acquainted with.
Feelings of affection are probably the hardest to describe. Anger and sadness can be usually pretty easily described: pissed, frustrated, sad, depressed, morose, etc.. Feelings of affection though can never be directly pinpointed. Maybe I'm only saying this because of my soft side, but they are extremely difficult to describe, usually only described as, well, indescribable.
Now, I know this is the part where I am supposed to make up my own word, but I'd rather leave it alone. Sorry Bunje, <3. I was trying to come up with a word or addition of words for this feeling, but it almost debases it. So, even if it were only one, this feeling of"love" is better off left undefined because it is part of what makes the feeling so fantastic.
On a different note, I like Nick's word. Supadrenalensity is a great word for the feeling of intensity and rush of adrenaline you feel at that moment, but for me that feeling comes right before a play is about to start or as i approach the enemy to deliver a bone-shattering hit.
This is really interesting. I just had a phenomenon happen this Saturday. This was absolutely the best occasion of my life. My grandmother’s birthday was this weekend and I invited 18 of my closest friends. These 18 friends I’ve known to trust with anything. None of these friends have ever let me down. I could count on them for anything. This is the first time in a long time we have all been together because of people’s work schedules and what not. So we go to our grandmother’s birthday party at the taj. We are all formally dressed and look amazing. We all have a good time eating, dancing, and fooling around. No matter what happened this night would not be ruined. We seized the day. Carpe Diem. We lived for that moment in time. We loved every moment of that time. And then it hit me at that moment sitting down for dinner. Everything seemed so perfect; for some reason my senses felt funny, my emotions grew happier and happier. There it was. I felt infinite. I could not be struck down. I could not lose. I was high on life. Have you ever got that feeling? The feeling of things being perfect at a point in time.
Yes I have had this happen to me where I could not think of a word to use in a situation. Usually this occurs when I am either debating or trying to describe something. I hate this feeling because it makes me feel stupid as if everyone else in the room is smarter than me because they know what the word that should come next and want to blurt it out, but your standing there and have no idea what to say. These situations plague everyone though which is why we have dictionaries because there are simply too many words that we know and have learned for us to remember for split second use like during a debate or speech. However, this also happens during times when you’re only speaking to friends. This feeling is the worst because it makes you look dumb and if you’re telling a story then there is a good chance that no one knows what will come next so it would be like a guessing war between your friends before you could even finish your story. The word to be used in these situations I think should be “Iwanttosaywhatyourthinking”. The reason for this is that when I am speaking and I do not remember what to say I can look at the faces in the crowd and see that they want to say the word for me because they know what will fit. So to fit that I would say “Iwanttosaywhatyourthinking” so that by some luck maybe someone will yell it out for me so that I do not stand there with a dumb look on my face during a speech like our great President Bush. Brittany S’ blog reminds me of golfing because the littlest thing can ruin a round such as a bad bounce or lipped out putt so “butterfly feelings” are not only felt at the beginning of the match or tournament, but all through out. No shot is ever perfect, it is like a total mind game because after you hit the ball and go to where it landed, there is always a chance you put yourself in a bad position and now you have to figure a way to get yourself out of it.
I'm not sure why, but this is definitely the most difficult blog we have been asked to do yet. Honestly, I don't know where to begin, which is why I just read Du's, Becca's, Joanna's, Christine's, and Erin's trying to find a glimmer of hope in my blank and confused mind. I'm not sure if I fully understand what this question is asking, or if I am going to be able to asnwer it correctly, but i'm going to give it my best.
Lately my life has been filled with outrageous adventures that I never thought I would be asked to face. From school to boys to friends to family, life has really thrown a lot at me in the past couple of months. Lucky for me, I have the privledge to say that they have all ended up good and exciting journeys. There are these times in my life where I want to express myself and say how I feel, but I can't find a word to suit my feelings. It has to be the worst feeling in the world, i'm pretty sure it is. How could I describe the feeling of lust that I am overwhelmed with everytime I get even a text from my new boy? How can I describe the 'girls nights' with my best friends that are completely ridiculous and uncalled for yet leave us with millions of memories and laughs? How can I describe the hilarious family get-togethers, the friends that put a smile on my face every single day in school, and my new kitten, Bambina, who I just got today? Basically, I feel as if no word can define the happiness that life has brought me so far. My new word, though, (which sounds pretty ridiculous) is "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE". I say it everyday, not once, not twice, but probably 600 times. Anytime something good happens to me or I get excited, I squeel and say "eeeeeeee", and I enjoy every single one of my annoying picthed screeches more than anyone would ever know. If there's no word good enough to describe the happy moments I have on a daily basis, "eeeeeeee" will always be the one. "eeeeeeee" is a word that defines an over abundance of joy, optimism, happiness, and glow. It is the word of all words, the one that will fit into the sotry that i'm telling if nothing else seems to be strong enough. This might sound weird, but it's true. Everyone that knows me knows that I say "eeeeeee" like it's my job. I feel like I can express my feelings when I do this, and the people that matter know just what I am trying to say. :)
When I first saw this blog I couldn’t help but think of these two little books we have lying somewhere around my house they’re full of words that aren’t in the dictionary but probably ought to be and describe all sorts of amusing phenomena ranging from the tendency of people to stick their elbows out a car window to those last few pieces of cereal that are never picked up by the spoon. I have always believed in the inadequacy of language as a means to convey thoughts and emotions. And wholly support the adding of new words to the lexicon to increase the feasibility of language as a means of conveying the workings of the human mind and soul. Unfortunately, if everyone were to go adding words willy-nilly whenever they felt like it the English language would grow and evolve until everyone was operating on entirely different sets of vocabulary. Anyways, I guess its time for me to describe what has proven indescribable. Like Jon I’ve never really been able to talk about myself, I don’t know why or how but sharing even the most mundane details of my life is hard, sure I can speak eloquently about the reasons that Napoleon was an idiot throughout the entire Waterloo campaign and completely deserved the drubbing he was given by Wellington, but ask me how I feel, or how I’ve been and nothing more than a, “fine” will escape my lips. When questioned by my mother or my teachers why I continue with my refusal to do work I am struck dumb and am completely unable to even begin to describe why I do what I do. This inability to articulate my thoughts doesn’t only occur then even on these simple, well not really blogs, I find myself at a loss for words and agonize over the perfect phrasing of my response and it probably still comes up sounding like garbage and not really saying any thing at all. This inability to find the ability within ourselves to speak on certain topics is what I shall seek to capture the essence of in my contribution to the English language. A combination of the words, reticence, avoidance of saying too much or speaking to freely, and prompt, which as a verb means to cause or instigate, I give prompticence which besides being the ugliest word I have ever heard describes when certain topics or certain situations just cause you to clam up, reducing a normally loquacious individual into a picture of taciturnity.
Everyone has friends. There are best friends that you can tell anything too, there are the friends who you talk to regularly, there are the friends that you talk to occasionally, and there there’s the friends that are pretty much just acquaintances and you really only know of each other’s existence. It is those acquaintances that are the main people of my phenomenon. You never talk to them, and a lot of times you barely even acknowledge them, yet some how you still know of each other.
The past few days, I have been in a REALLY good mood. I hit an all time low the other day about my breakup, but after the all time low, it seemed like I spiked. I was extremely hyper and it seemed like nothing could bring me down. I guess everyone has these days every once in a while, but it is a very rare occurrence when everyone, or the majority of the people at school, has one of those days. But that is the only explanation for the phenomenon that I witness every so often.
About once a month, maybe even less, there seems to always be a day that EVERYONE says hi. The people I know exist, but I never talk to all of a sudden say “Hey Em!” in the hallway. Why, for the past few weeks, have you not said hi? What is so different about today, that all of a sudden we are close enough to say hi? So I guess I could come up with a name for this kind of day, but it isn’t the day that amazes me the most. It’s how I feel after everyone says hi, even if I barely know them.
When teachers talk about where the students went to middle school they always ask, “Are you from Mullica or Mays Landing?” Well I’m from neither. I’m from Port Republic, the town that is always forgotten. But being from Port prevents me from making many friends that are from Mullica or Mays Landing, since my parents never wanted to drive me all the way out there, and now, I can’t afford to use all that gas. So the majority of the time, I feel forgotten. I feel like an intruder at Oakcrest. But these days remind me that I’m not. Somehow, I touched those people’s lives enough for them to remember who I am. I feel important, I feel popular, I feel special. But all those words are the synonyms that don’t fully grasp how I truly feel. So let’s do some math (sorry Bunje).
Important+Popular+Special= SPOPANT
Those days from now on are going to be known as Emily’s Spopant Day.
So I’m about to add Felicia’s word, mafelis, to my personal dictionary. The majority of the time that I am left with out a word is exactly when Felicia is too; when something really good happens, when something really bad happens, or when I am caught off guard.
This is really interesting. I just had a phenomenon happen this Saturday. This was absolutely the best occasion of my life. My grandmother’s birthday was this weekend and I invited 18 of my closest friends. These 18 friends I’ve known to trust with anything. None of these friends have ever let me down. I could count on them for anything. This is the first time in a long time we have all been together because of people’s work schedules and what not. So we go to our grandmother’s birthday party at the taj. We are all formally dressed and look amazing. We all have a good time eating, dancing, and fooling around. No matter what happened this night would not be ruined. We seized the day. Carpe Diem. We lived for that moment in time. We loved every moment of that time. And then it hit me at that moment sitting down for dinner. Everything seemed so perfect; for some reason my senses felt funny, my emotions grew happier and happier. There it was. I felt infinite. I could not be struck down. I could not lose. I was high on life. Have you ever got that feeling? The feeling of things being perfect at a point in time.
Nothing ruined that night. We went home, all 18 of them and my family. We had a good time a home, laughing, falling, hugging. The funny thing about that night was that we couldn’t get enough of each other. At the end of the night (4 am) we spent an hour saying goodnight to each other. We just didn’t want to leave each other. Once again the feeling of infinity ruled me. I could not be any happier. Eventually we fell asleep. But in the morning, it was the best. We all were awake and laughing once again. We recapped from the night before and joked around with each other. We were all happy. We were all together. Once again the feeling of being infinite. Nothing stopped any of us from a having the best time of our lives. My mom was looking at pictures the next morning, “See how happy you kids are? These are the moments that you’ll always remember. These are the times of you lives.” After that I teared up, cause she was right. I was happy, not sad. I felt infinite once again.
The word infinite is possibly the best word for this moment. So for situations like this I would say infinitism. When your body functions increase emotionally and physically. My body went through infinitism. No word can explain this moments but being infinite and your body going through infinitism. This is one of the most significant times of my life.
Really calling out Mary Poppins Ms. Bunje. This would have come in handy last year. I have experienced a couple of these moments of indefinable ecstasy. One of the first days of spring last year, my ex-girlfriend, my best friend and I went to New York City. The weather was great, the day was great. For the first time in my life I visited Washington Square Park and the Village in its entirety. Let me tell you...it was alive. People everywhere; it was everything I have read about. I was like a little kid with a hundred bucks in Toy's R Us. Also how about sporting events, all the time things happen in games that you can't even begin to define its greatness, and what it meant to witness it. Chase Utley, second basemen of the Phillies, played his first game after going on the disabled list. It was against the Mets, and it was the third game of the series, the one for the Phillies sweep. My friend and I got tickets and drove up. Utley hit the go-ahead two run homer and the place was nuts. Your body doesn't know how to act in a situation so great, so you shake your hands like you got Parkinson’s and look like a fool. Some say "a picture is worth a thousand words," well I think a picture can be worth over 995,112 words. A word that helps describe these experiences would be something like freamazing or fregmicifant. Freaking amazing or freaking magnicifant. Take that Mary Poppins.
Instantly when I read this blog this situation has popped into my head. Have you ever been on the phone with your significant other and had an endless conversation filled with laughter and the days experience and all the other random stuff you fit into conversation and then it comes to the point where its time to hang up. I’m not meaning a hang up where your interrupted by your mother nagging you to do some sort of task for her and you can call back. But, the hang up when you’re done for the night and its time to slide into those sheets and float of to dream land. Now this feeling only comes from people that you have a strong attraction for. It’s not a feeling you get when you hang up from your best friend or your parents or your best friends significant other. At least I hope not. But when you hang up it feels like your instantly filled with joy (ugh a sucky word) and your sanguine you like you could fall to the floor. At that very moment you feel as though you could do go outside and run and jump like a young child. I also get this feeling when I say good bye to this person in person and they give you that kiss good bye as you walk away you feel like your on cloud nine (weak metaphor) but you don’t want to show it but its an overwhelming feeling. Whenever I try to put it into words about exactly how I feel it seems impossible. Getting rid of the feeling is just as hard. Usually I satisfy this rush if it happens before I go to bed by sending a few text messages to pacify my excitement (definitely not the right word), falling asleep is impossible. If it was the person-to-person encounter all day your thinking about the next time you’ll be together. As colbie coliat describes it your “bubbly” the only word that I can think of besides that is happy or euphoric and happy is probably the worst descriptive word you could use. A clean house can make you happy. Then I thought of overjoyed and blissful a little closer but not quite. Overjoyed I think that’s away from this feeling but if there was a word that means all those things but a little more it would be perfect. So I thought of eububappyoyliss. Ridiculous I know but that’s the best I could do after sitting here for twenty minutes. Its ironic that I wrote about this because when I’m done with most of my thoughts is when I go read everyone else’s to avoid stealing ideas and that’s when I came across Christine’s which pointed me to Brittany and really she was trying to describe the same feeling that I was. And she made remember that there is also an anxious feeling. Almighty one please bless someone in this world who feels as Brittany and I do to create a word to encapsulate this feeling in a word.
shout out to all the amazing boyfriends and girlfreinds who give this feeling<333333
Sorry its late. I hit view and then never hit publish, though i did it last night, i was right after Zander.
The biggest time that i am at a loss for words is when i am with Christopher. The feelings i have inside are indescriable. I never know how to express the way i feel for him. He unlike me always comes up with words or poems or sayings or some way to tell me he loves me. This to me becomes frustrating and it kills me not to have a word. I wish there was one word that could tell him that i love him. Another frustration is that love is such an over used word. A word that is commonly used to just describe our good feelings toward something. The word that i came up with is, AMORDELAVIDA! This word can describe these feelings i have and be on more than the basic level of love. This word is something that i used the other day and my boyfriend looked at me like i was crazy though i felt good.
I love Emily M's word. It is defiantly another word that i could use. This was defiantly a good blog and gave me a chance to put new, different words into my vocabulary.
ok, so I'm a jerk. April 9th was my terrible birthday and I was crying all day; totally forgetting the fact that my blog was due. Then yesterday, working all day was a bore, once again forgetting my blog was due. So here I am in computer class, mad because I feel like the loser in all of room 204. I'm the only a** hole who can't remember that my freakin blog was due. So, now that I have put myself down, I feel even worse, but I still need to do what I need to do: my bloggie-blog...
Ok, so I'm sitting here thinking of a good feeling. Today, I'm experiencing this feeling like crazy. It's more than anxious, more than excited, and I more than just "miss" AJ. It's a feeling with anxiety, excitement, and happiness tied together. I'll call it googaba. I googaba Aj. I guess a synonym close to it would have to be yearning, but it's not just like I'm a stupid desperate girl who hasn't seen her boyfriend in almost 3 weeks. It's like I can't wait to see him and when I finally do, later, I will go nuts! Not like a psycho though. I miss his hugs and kisses. I googaba him a lot! That sounds pretty good. Googaba. Haha.
I like Kylie's word. But you should know that I had to quickly get over that feeling. Since Aj is in STUPID college, that means we talk so much less. That really sucks especially because I wasn't ready for him to leave me in the first place. So, rarely do we have time to spend hours on the phone, unfortunately. But, there is a but, I will be o, so happy again in May, when he comes home until September and I will have that feeling again. Until then, I guess I'll just have to suffer from googaba. LOL Is that possible? I'm not really sure, but what I do know is that it isn't always the best feeling, although it does make the heart grow fonder. Now, when AJ comes home to see me, I always get this googaba feeling. Before college, he'd always be over, like a regular thing, but now I get my googaba feeling. I love my AJ!
ok, so I'm a jerk. April 9th was my terrible birthday and I was crying all day; totally forgetting the fact that my blog was due. Then yesterday, working all day was a bore, once again forgetting my blog was due. So here I am in computer class, mad because I feel like the loser in all of room 204. I'm the only a** hole who can't remember that my freakin blog was due. So, now that I have put myself down, I feel even worse, but I still need to do what I need to do: my bloggie-blog...
Ok, so I'm sitting here thinking of a good feeling. Today, I'm experiencing this feeling like crazy. It's more than anxious, more than excited, and I more than just "miss" AJ. It's a feeling with anxiety, excitement, and happiness tied together. I'll call it googaba. I googaba Aj. I guess a synonym close to it would have to be yearning, but it's not just like I'm a stupid desperate girl who hasn't seen her boyfriend in almost 3 weeks. It's like I can't wait to see him and when I finally do, later, I will go nuts! Not like a psycho though. I miss his hugs and kisses. I googaba him a lot! That sounds pretty good. Googaba. Haha.
I like Kylie's word. But you should know that I had to quickly get over that feeling. Since Aj is in STUPID college, that means we talk so much less. That really sucks especially because I wasn't ready for him to leave me in the first place. So, rarely do we have time to spend hours on the phone, unfortunately. But, there is a but, I will be o, so happy again in May, when he comes home until September and I will have that feeling again. Until then, I guess I'll just have to suffer from googaba. LOL Is that possible? I'm not really sure, but what I do know is that it isn't always the best feeling, although it does make the heart grow fonder. Now, when AJ comes home to see me, I always get this googaba feeling. Before college, he'd always be over, like a regular thing, but now I get my googaba feeling. I love my AJ!
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