Do you like your native language?
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I do. Swedish can sound very nice indeed if you just use it properly. It can be horribly dull and uncreative in the wrong hands, and it's not always the easiest language to learn, but it's totally worth it. Plus, it's a great language for being angry.
Gatlopp!! D:<
*Gasp!*Dags90 said:
Gatlopp!! D:<
English, I'm fine with it. Then again, I mis-pronounce words constantly. Combined with me introducing new words to my friends, I'm slowly spreading horribly mispronounced words among my peers.
As for a language I've liked learning so far: German. The grammar actually makes SENSE to me, I just have trouble remembering the vocab...
As for a language I've liked learning so far: German. The grammar actually makes SENSE to me, I just have trouble remembering the vocab...
only person in my family that speaks Gaelic is my granddad, it used to be... a looooong time ago, still around....ish.... and the last bit is because i was taught Korean first, my mother, but i grew up in Doolin (small place near Limerick) and i spell it this way because no one would understand it... also Dia Duit!
English is fun, but it does not have a terribly interesting sound to it. Scandinavian languages are hilarious to listen to though. 
The English language provides me with enough swear words to express my discontent in most any given situation, so I think it's alright. I think we're long overdue for a new swear word though. Any suggestions?
What's not to like, practically everyone understands it so it is basically easy mode.
English btw, of course you probably inferred that.
English btw, of course you probably inferred that.
While English is undoubtedly a grammatical clusterfuck, it's also very flexible. It's easy to write eloquently in it because there are so many ways to say things that you'll almost never have to repeat words.
Also, while it may not be as "angry" as, say, German, English is great for insults. You can just mix and match anything. You unflinching cuntwagon.
Also, while it may not be as "angry" as, say, German, English is great for insults. You can just mix and match anything. You unflinching cuntwagon.
I love English. I love how insane it is.
My right foot is bare, and so is my left - I have nothing on my feet! That's not a very good way to start the day. So I put a boot on my left foot, and then another on my right foot, and now that I'm wearing my two work beet on my feet it's time to go out and get the chore's done. I get up and walk out my back door and I see a mother moose and a baby moose, which make's me run back inside; you don't want to mess with moose. I'd rather have a flock of goose in my back yard; they can't kill you in a heartbeat. Not even a half dozen goose can kill you in a heartbeat, though they will make your ear's bleed with their honking.
So then I wait for an hour to see if our back yard was clear of the moose, and thankfully it was. Walking out to the back of the yard I received a call on my cellphone, which was odd because I beleived it was on silent yet it rang out loud. After I answered it, I looked at the screen to see why my phone was on. It too me a minute to notice the minute difference between the two icons on the screen, but then I made the required change and turned off the ringer.
To quote my favourite t-shirt: "English doesn't borrow from other languages. It follows them down dark alleys, hits them in the head then goes through their pockets for loose grammar."
My right foot is bare, and so is my left - I have nothing on my feet! That's not a very good way to start the day. So I put a boot on my left foot, and then another on my right foot, and now that I'm wearing my two work beet on my feet it's time to go out and get the chore's done. I get up and walk out my back door and I see a mother moose and a baby moose, which make's me run back inside; you don't want to mess with moose. I'd rather have a flock of goose in my back yard; they can't kill you in a heartbeat. Not even a half dozen goose can kill you in a heartbeat, though they will make your ear's bleed with their honking.
So then I wait for an hour to see if our back yard was clear of the moose, and thankfully it was. Walking out to the back of the yard I received a call on my cellphone, which was odd because I beleived it was on silent yet it rang out loud. After I answered it, I looked at the screen to see why my phone was on. It too me a minute to notice the minute difference between the two icons on the screen, but then I made the required change and turned off the ringer.
To quote my favourite t-shirt: "English doesn't borrow from other languages. It follows them down dark alleys, hits them in the head then goes through their pockets for loose grammar."
