ick, it sorta looks like i'm deliberately making an allusion to the word cunt; i'm not. not much today. it's cold as a witch's tit (i never really got that saying) and i'm happy as hell to be in the snugly comfort of my room.
i took this "What American Accent Do You Have?" quiz. i was found to have a country accent (surprise, surprise). when i was eight or so, i was videotaped (no kiddie porn-o) at Marshall Field's for this child safety initiative thingy. i suppose hella kids were being snatched at the time. the reasoning was that you could show the police a videotape of your kidnapped child so they could really get a "feel" for the little runt's personality. anyway. so i find this tape when i'm a second year undergraduate and my accent was HELLA THICK! dude! the word doll took me six seconds to say (die-yawhlllllllllll and shit). i was quite surprised that i was never aware of my accent, though people rarely are, and i wondered where it had gone. both my mom and dad still have southern leanings to their speech (as many, if not most, black folks on the south side do), but the bulk of their accent is gone. i suppose mine changed as a result of being around siddity bitches in grammar school. however, i recently viewed a videotape that i made of myself teaching 5th period (required for my program) and i still have an accent, just not as thick. it's funny.
|What American accent do you have? |
Your Result: The South
|The Inland North|
|What American accent do you have?|
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on a slightly related note, my mom is adorable. she is so full of christmas cheer and spirit, and these feelings aren't discriminating; she loves any day that allows her to decorate the yard with large, frightful creatures that are supposed to be inviting and friendly. a few weeks ago, when i was home for thanksgiving, i helped her decorate the christmas tree. the tree ended up being gorgeous (as usual), and she actually wanted to decorate another just so i could have one for my house. she actually expected me to transport a six-foot decorated christmas tree from the manor all the way to north side...sheer craziness. i, of course, declined because i'm the quintessential scrooge figure in her bob cratchit world. by now, i'm sure she has the requisite singing wreath on the door, the jazz santa on the christmas faux fireplace, and the dozens of bows, bells and fluff on all the doors, archways and walls of the rest of the house. my mom's so cute.
isn't it precious?
the christmas kitchen table