it's not the fart that kills, it's the smäll

During my years as an English speaker I have often thought about how cool it would be to have a fancy British accent, or speak just as casually ghetto as in some American movies,  not to mention the day when me and a friend imitated an Irish accent, making teachers and friends miserable and frustrated. Their anger might have had something to do with the fact that we sounded somewhat like a couple of robots who could roll their r:s and laughed between every word an I seriously doubt that if we had not told them that it was an Irish accent we were imitating they would have got it. Still, it was hilarious and I have dreamed a little of a real Irish accent ever since.

Still my goal for my English speaking is not so much getting a nice accent as loosing the one I have right now. The one wish that I truly have for my pronunciation is to be able to speak without giving away that my mother tongue is Swedish. The melody of speaking that comes with the Swedish, that I don't mind. It is when I pronounce English words as if they were written in Swedish and when my Skanian r:s flow in with my English that I really despise. Loosing that accent where my goal is at, and whatever other dialect I might have when I get there, I can deal with then.

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     I have always found it highly annoying when the Swedish language is violated and used incorrectly in texting as well as on the internet. I am never late to tell someone to stop raping the Swedish language and i despise the outrageous number of made up unnecessary abbreviations that are so common nowadays.

     However, when it comes to the English language it is a completely different story. I think it is traced back to when i first learned English in third grade, and i was playing the online role playing game rune scape. I am not saying i didn't learn English in school, but it was not the biggest influence on me at the time. So it happened that I grew quite fond of the many abbreviations and the cryptic slang of the world wide web, since it was all I knew back then.

     I find it sad that for some it becomes hard to separate the English used on the net from the "correct" English that is recommended to use when trying to make a serious impression, and that is very unfortunate. That is probably one of the biggest downsides of the careless use of English on the internet, if that is truly all you know, then it will be what you use not only online, but also in "real" life, and that's where it gets problematic, because if you write an email to your boss saying "gtg afk 4 some weeks ok thx c ya" you will probably not brb so soon.

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     When I grow up I want to be a white tiger caretaker in Australia. I have, ever since I was five. White tigers are my favorite animal and Australia is amazingly fascinating. Full of wonderful wildlife, I want to live near the ocean and wonder the streets of Sydney with my beloved tigers.

     In the future, I would also like to become a famous TV-chef. Like Jamie Oliver, Gordon Ramsey and mat-Tina. I want to have my own show were I cook amazing food and say everything I do out loud to people who actually listens. I would make my favorite food, grandmas fried potatoes and I would serve everything with homemade uncooked lingonberry jam.

     As I get older, I am going to work at a radio station as well. It’s just something I have always wanted to do, just hang around and talk about nothing all day long. I think I would do a good job, there is few people I know who can just blabber on the way I do. It truly is one of my most hated and worshiped talents. 

     One day, I want to play in a band. I am going to play the coolest instrument known to man, the contra bass in one of the coolest bands in the history of cool bands.

     Of course, when I become an adult, i want to be like my dad. I am going to study at LTH to become an engineer and as time goes by, I will remain in my office, hard working side by side with the coffee machine. At the breaks, I will amaze my colleagues with half true stories of my life and I will forever surprise them when I bring porridge to fry for lunch.

     Eventually, I am going to move out of this little village I have spent my entire life in and I am going to live in an apartment in Lund with lots of cats and books. I will have a collection of tea cups to die for and I will be the ideal favorite aunt.

     Finally, I am going to win a Nobel Prize. 

     That's the plan.