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"A major research institution has just announced the discovery of the densest element yet known to science. The new element has been named "Bushcronium."
Bushcronium has one neutron, 12 assistant neutrons, 75 deputy neutrons
and 224 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 311.
These particles are held together by dark forces called morons, which
are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called
peons. The symbol for bushcronium is "w." Bushcronium's mass actually
increases over time as morons randomly interact with various elements
in the atmosphere and become assistant deputy neutrons in a bushcronium
molecule, forming isodopes. This characteristic of moron-promotion
leads some scientists to believe that bushcronium is formed when morons
reach a certain quantity in concentration. This hypothetical quantity
is referred to as "critical morass." When catalyzed with gold or
platinum, bushcronium activates foxnewsium, an element that radiates
orders of magnitude and more energy, albeit as incoherent noise.
Foxnewsium has 1/2 as many peons but twice as many morons."

Please note that I didn't make this up. I just think the world should see the truth.

I got this in an e-mail from my awesome aunty.

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So, I'm in Denver. Our school was out Thursday and Friday, so Thursday morning my family got into a car and went to the airport. We flew from Charlotte to Dallas, and then to Denver. Dallas and Denver airports are HUGE. They even have their own bullet train system. Not the real deal, but it was like Epcot all over again.

We're staying with a friend from my mom's work. He and his wife are...I'd have to say, in their sixties or more. He lives well, too. I asked for the internet on the pretext of checking my mail, which I did, which is empty. His keyboard is going to give me a stroke. Really.

This morning we got up subor early, layered, and went to some ski resort. I really do have bad memory. I learned to ski, even though I still go kind of slow, and the intructor was as annoying as a monkey named Sean.

Please note that my brother's name is Sean.

I got a myspace from two girls. Yay for Stevie. Actually, it was one myspace, but the girls are sisters. Oh, boy. Sean had homework for the weekend, and he hasn't done it yet. We won't get home until Sunday at midnight, so he's pretty much screwed if he waits any longer. He is definitely my brother.

I can't decide which is worse. Dating, or not. Things have come up, namely the fact that my cell phone is silent all day, but there isn't anyone I'd really want to talk to anyway. Well, maybe there is, but I'm a bit wary. Maybe I need to update my private journals.

There's work to be done. Wish me luck on the slopes tomorrow!

EDIT: That anal-dwelling ass monkey just wiped a bogey on my arm. The immature brat is freaking 13. *dies.*

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This rather sucks. I set time apart for a good quality post, and the server is down. The server is half fixed, and now I can't remember most of it. Oh well, here comes a mediocre post...

WARNING: This section might make you queasy.

I finally missed a day of school. On Wednsday night I went to bed with a sour stomach. At about 3 A.M. my intestines' squirming became to painful to sleep through, so I woke up and went to the bathroom. Minimum results. I tried to go to sleep, but I was forced back to the porcelain throne again. This process went on until about 4, when I actually moved to grunting. (I was fully awake then.) Suddenly, my stomach roared (it didn't growl). Imagine a bucket pouring out. Now imagine that the bucket is your colon, and it's pouring out...something unmentionable. Pouring. I was so suprised that when I finally closed my mouth I needed a drink of water for my dry mouth. Then again, that might have been the huge loss of fluids. I slept decently after that.

The next day I feel a bit queasy, but it's ok. That is, until I eat the school's meal of the day. Spicy Taco Salad. Greasy beef, thick spicy cheese, and some tortilla chips. After that, the slight discomfort turned into more familiar gut wrenching-ness. I told a teacher or two to beware, because there had been "rather extensive bowel movements" earlier that day. I got yelled at.

During my last period I asked to use the bathroom. The teacher understood. While in the bathroom I learned that it was mostly a false alarm. I would push at what I thought was waste, to find it was only a gas bubble. I actually hurt myself by farting too hard. Right in the middle of my business, the fire alarm went off. That's just freaking ackward.

More to come.

EDIT: to finish the story...
After school, I moped about for a while, and my mom finally gave me some Alka-Seltzer and Gatorade. I never knew that the effervescent goodness could make me barf so fast. Or so smoothly. There was hardly any turbulence, and I felt much better afterward. I think I can genuinely say I enjoyed vomiting. Hopefully that won't become a habit.

So, I was severely dehydrated, and pretty tired. Mom used my one technicolor yawn as an excuse to get my out of school. So I did out of school stuff. Namely, avoiding chores and make-up work. I sucessfully beat two temples on Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess and...ate a bowl of icecream. Wasn't very hungry.

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