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Vocabulary Lesson


In keeping with my personal mission statement to "assist individuals in their quest for perfection and eternal life" I have decided to post an educational blog today. I'm going to present ten wonderfully descriptive and useful adjectives which you can actually use in conversation and writing! Any one of these illuminative words could really spice up your life. Give it a try!

1. affable - easy & pleasant to speak to; approachable.

2. chimerical - given to unrealistic fanatasies

3. dicombobulated - thrown into a state of confusion

4. facetious - playfully jocular, bantering, tongue-in-cheek

5. fictive - of, relating to, or able to engage in imaginative invention

6. garrulous - given to excessive and often trivial or rambling talk ; wordy

7. latitudinarian - holding or expressing broad or tolerant views

8. lugubrious - mournful, dismal, or gloomy to an exaggerated degree

9. prurient - inordinately interested in matters of sex

10. quixotic - caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals; idealistic without regard to practicality.

OK, I hope you took notes, because there will be a quiz later! And some bonus points if you can figure out what all the words have in common... Post your guesses in the comments section!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I would suppose that all these words can be used to describe you. Of course most of them could be used to describe the antithesis of me.

~Mr. MG
Unknown said…
Oooh, oooh, I know! Pick me! Pick me! Pleeeeaaassse??!! I know, I know, Iknow, iknowiknowiknow! I know the answer so much it makes me want to pee! In my pants!!!

Wait a minute. . .let me guess. This is one of those times where you're not calling on me because you gave me the answer already. Damn. I guess I'll just sit this one out.
Anonymous said…
I like most of those words. I know one that descibes ben... (snarky look)
I think one of my favorite words is spatula. Its soo cool. And snarky. Thats a good word too. Sayj
eleka nahmen said…
MG, darling, I certainly wouldn't suppose that #9 describes the antithesis of you ;)

GRE words, perhaps? Except that it is my understanding that friend Matt gets to skip out on that bestial exam and hop his way right into a Master's program. Such luck some people have. Le sigh.

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