Diets & Dying
The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.

The French eat a lot of fat and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.

The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.

The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and also suffer fewer heart attacks than the British or Americans.

CONCLUSION:
Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

My muscles have completly diminished into worthless globs of flesh. Ergh!! I need to start working out again; I am so un-fit! Back in the good old times, I used to be able to do push ups by putting my weight on all ten fingers. Now, I can't simply do that because my fingers can't support me. Last summer was burning with fire, I worked out like nutso. I hope that I can drag that determination out of the closet.

Oh, -and Angela bought me this novel for building her computer. "Tales of The Otorio," book one. It's so fun to read...

Adventurous souls travel upon a narrow rail waiting to gamble their fate. They clench their beaten fists and hold their battered swords towards the darkened moon, roaring their final war cry. They charge towards the ancient castle above Earth, which glistens with an eerie florescence from within. Disregarding whether they make ends meet upon fortune or death, all which truly matters is that the enemy is crushed. All who stand in their way shall have they bones snapped into pieces and their flesh torn to tatters. Our evil mortal enemy and arch nemesis shall be slain. ...Math 12, prepare your self a funeral and don't expect me to attend. Heart and soul, I will kill you even if I die in the process. I am always the one to hold a grudge

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Never walk near tall buildings in a neighboorhood that you simply don't trust. Regardless if you seem a little tense in the situation, or you're holding a fist anticipating to smash whoever approaches you with aggression. Yesterday night on the way home near 'Main and ScienceWorld,' I was walking home and stopped to watch some car get pulled over by an armored police car. Splash! I get a fucking bucket of water dumped on me from above. In fury I gaze upwards while boldly yelling out "Who the FUCK!" Whoever threw that obviously hid, for I didn't see the bastard. Oh, my, my... That just pissed me off so bad. How do I know it was water? It didn't smell and that was the only bright side about it. Atleast I didn't get too wet, just a bit since I have elite missile dodging skills.