grEy, grAy, or graVy?

I’m starting this post with a quick PSA. If you didn’t know already, I am about to blow all y’alls minds! The spelling of both grey and gray are correct. The one spelt with an ‘e’ is more commonly used in England, or countries who speak British English (get it? E for England). And if you can put two and two together, I’m sure you’ve guessed that the one with that uses an ‘a’ is usually seen in America (way to go us, being petty and changing letters just because we can). Anyways, this confused me for years, and I can honestly say that I can’t tell you which one I used up till the point that I discovered it, and even now I think I have the problem of switching the spelling every time I write it. But here is something that I’ve heard and actually is frustrating. I had someone ask me once which way was correct. As I told them both, they gave me a puzzled look. You see, their teacher had told them that spelling it with an ‘e’ was incorrect and gave them a bad mark on their assignment because of the error. I was frustrated. Why on earth would you mark someone down for their own personal way of spelling. I mean that argument doesn’t work in all cases, but seriously! Spelling it with an ‘e’ is correct! In fact it is the original way of spelling it, just like colour and armour. America was just so fed up with the British that they decided to take everything they could out of it. So they changed words, mixed up letters, deleted some, and drive on the opposite side of the road. (To be fair though, we can blame Webster for all this. He decided to write books to sort out the mess of people not knowing the proper spelling for words, because there really wasn’t any. And to top it off, he wanted to help America take away Britain’s language control. To do this he decided to have words be spelled as they sound, and lop off any unnecessary letters. So yeah if this confuses you, blame him.)

Now after that rant on words, I’m sure you’re wondering, or even if you’re not (Mwahaha), why on earth this title would include the word “gravy”. I was talking about spelling before, why now talk about gravy. Well, I’m not actually in the mind to be discussing gravy itself, although if you want me too, uh leave a comment maybe I’ll rant and rave about gravy, never know unless you try right? Actually I want to talk more on its spelling and how my brain moves too fast for my eyes. On Sunday, my mom texted me and asked, “If you get the chance can you grab the gray pot with pink flowers in it please.” I had time before I was heading out the door to attend Church, so I started looking around. But I couldn’t find it, so I go to my dad and ask him if he has seen a “gravy” pot with pink flowers in it. (At this point in time, I had read the text too quickly and had added in the extra letter) He said no, so I continue my search asking for where it is, eventually inquiring of my brother if he has seen a “gravy pot with pink flowers”. He says yes and brings me to a “gray pot” of the description. He heard gray when I spoke, actually making him correct and me sadly lost. I quickly text my mom, “Where is it? and did you mean GRAY?” She replies with, didn’t I say gray? I glace up the line of messages and read. It says gray. Plain and simple gray. I apparently have been in error and just can’t read. Which is a problem being an English major. But, this isn’t the first time a problem like this has occurred!

See there is a trick with our brains. I’m sure most people have seen it, and or tested it out. The theory is, if you take a word, and you mix up the letters, just so long as the first and last letter are the same as normal, your brain can read it fine. I’ve done a test like this before, and it works. Pretty easily I might add. But here is the problem. There are a lot, and I mean a LOT of words out there that begin and end with the same letters. And sometimes, my brain works too fast for my eyes. I’m constantly doing double takes because I’ll glance as a sign or read a sentence and think “that doesn’t make sense”, or “why on earth is that written on a sign!?” Most of the time it makes me laugh at my mistake, but it happens so often that I’ve begun to confuse myself. (I mean I guess not really, but still it’s weird). I sometimes feel like I’m dyslexic, because I mix up numbers too. But as I write these words, everything looks and reads fine. So I’m just making the assumption that my brain just skips middle words most of the time. Which is why the messy word theory works. Because, middle letters don’t matter, and your brain just reads the first and last ones. Which is frustrating when you’re trying to be efficient and end up just making a fool of yourself because you just process the world faster than your eyes can take it in.

Image result for paragraph with first and last letters correctThis is an example of a paragraph I was talking about. And if this is true, well then my brain is the cause for this rigmarole.

But in the end, I guess it’s a good thing. Because it makes me slow down and reread things, so that I know for sure I’m getting what I should out of either a piece of literature, or I guess now text messages. Doesn’t mean I enjoy making myself look and sound like a fool.


Stay On the Road!

Ok so I am pretty terrible about keeping this updated. But I have an excuse I swear, a real one that will make the whole world sympathize with me. At least, I think it will a little bit.

Almost right after I started this blog I had finals. And boy were they a doozy. It was fine until the last few days when I was taking tests, still going to a class (Curse you ED 304!!! more on that later), and trying to pack up and move out of my apartment so I could go home for the spring/summer. About 70% of my tests and projects were done by Wednesday, so I was feeling pretty confidant and good about the pace I was keeping things. Then, because I’m a college student, and we are known for our procrastination, I decided to hold off on doing a project and studying for my final History exam until the next day (thinking this would give me extra time to pack). Anyways, jump to Thursday, I am getting up at 4:30 in the freaking morning so that I can study and make it to the testing center before there is a line, take a 3 hour test, go home, try and pack some more, feel overwhelmed, and eventually my partner comes over to work on our final project. That was despicable to work on because it felt like it had nothing to do with anything we learned over the semester. This is the accursed class that made me go in for 1.5 hours on Friday when I was supposed to be going on Spring Break. Demons and devils were what were being cursed and thrown out that day. I made it through, but was still stressing about packing and moving out. So I got some assistance from my friend, allowing me to feel calm and sure that I would be ready to leave in the morning. And as a reward for all the hard work we had accomplished that semester we had pizza and watched movies (Thank you Caylyn :D).

After finals my sister and I drove to Las Vegas to meet our family there to see some shows and enjoy the sun. It was sunny and fantastic, I got to get the slightest bit of color on my arms, but that’s about the only help I got to stop looking like a porcelain doll. (I am as white as white can be, even though my mom is 1/2 Mexican…) It was a great week with my family, I got to see the Michael Jackson “One” show that was loud and exciting and had some amazing music, I was swept off my feet by “Thor” and got to hold the Hammer for a photo, and watched the Tournament of Kings dinner and show, which I always love to see (It helped too that we were in the front row and had the perfect angle to see everything so woohoo)! I did however lose my favorite pair of sunglasses, and that may seem a silly thing to be sad over but hey! Those sunglasses were purchased for only $6 and lasted 4 years and fit perfectly so I will miss them all I want! But all good things must come to an end, right? Well this fun week did and I traveled back to school with my dad and sister, to a) drop her off and b) pick up my things and go on a three day road trip with my dad back home.

And here we come to the loveliest of stories. I mean really it’s not that bad and I actually had a good time, even if now that I’m home I don’t want to drive my car for the next, forever… The trip was just me and my dad being the silly dorks we are, and singing along with songs by an array of folks, Imagine Dragons, Ed Sheeran, Snow Patrol, and many more! Ha, I sound like I’m advertising some fun extravaganza but no this is just the however long car trip I took with my Pops. He drove, I drove, I tried to be strong and not just leave it quiet and boring so I did my best to not just sleep while my dad was driving. Which I think I did pretty well and only dozed off once for only like 20 minutes. We had some tire trouble and had to get the two front ones replaced for sheer fear that they might blow out on us later and honestly that would be worse. Lots of fast food, and hotel stays. I got to spend Easter with my grandparents and aunt Amy and some cousins which actually was a nice break on Sunday. So all in all I think the trip went well and was an all around success.

Except, I mean there was this one thing. Oh what was it? *snaps fingers* That’s right! The whole time we were driving there were tons of dead animals on the road!!! No I’m not saying it like its a good thing, I am confused, mystified, and a little bit horrified. Every few miles you’d see a dead rabbit, squirrel, deer, or there even was a skunk once. It smelled terrible. But the question I’m getting to is this: why on earth do you see more animal carcasses when on a road trip. then you ever see just going about a normal daily freeway drive? When I lived at home full time, I would take the freeway to work everyday and would only see roadkill every few weeks or so. Sometimes even going for months at a time without seeing any poor dead thing. But as soon as you go on a trip in a car, there seem to be ten times as many all along the roads. Now I don’t know if it’s just that since one is covering many more miles at a time, the likelihood of seeing it increases or if it’s because I was taking more of the back highways but c’mon people! Can’t you look where you’re going? How hard is it actually to just stay on the road?? I’m asking because theses creatures are all on the side of the road and I’m pretty sure you didn’t get out on a 80mph highway to move the bunny you just hit from the center to the side. So you can’t you people drive straight? Or am I just crazy and assuming that the world is full of bad drivers. Or maybe I just don’t know protocol because I’ve never hit an animal before (knock on wood), but I’m just amazed at the fact that so many of these incidents happen. I don’t know guys. I’m just a bit confused.

Anyways, that’s a bit on why this hasn’t been too updated and such. I’m going to attempt and stay more on top of it from now on, just for my own sake. If there is any news to report. But who knows, maybe 5 months at home will bring some crazy stories along with it.