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     Sorry, long time, no see. Or read... :/

     Anyways, short and concice ish:

Day 1:

     I forgot what happened, other than the recurring woodpecker in history :D

Day 2:

     Left for camp out with an early dismissal from school (yes! left school and no! no friends! ;-;)

Day 3:

     Assuming this is Saturday, I woke up SIX. THIRTY. thinking, "What person in their sane mind wakes up at 6:30‽" Apparently, my whole boy scout troop is nutsy-cookoo.

     Jonathan (our troop leader) and some of the other adults (which Jonathan isn't) started to make noises like that of the beginning of a fox hunt in England: Bud-up-a-bud-up-a-bup-pa-da-BAAAAAAA! I threw my Swiss Army Knife at his general direction, but I was in the tent, so nothing happened. It was really seven-thirty when I got up out of the tent, where I retrieved my knife and examined it after breakfast. I found that the Swiss must drink a good amount, for there are THREE (yes THREE!) attachments related to CHAMPAIGN (shh, it's spelled right), BEER, COKE, OR OTHER TYPES OF DRINKS! WTF‽

     Anyways, we had a nice, looooong hike that lasted from 9:00 to 1:30. During the hike, I fell into a weird daze walking by the ocean. I found myself turning a smooth, dull rock around and around in my hand. I looked at the ocean's wash flow over the beach and sometimes around my boots.

     The most beautiful rock is a dull one I thought. Dang, I must have gone crazy there, for the last time I looked at my watch was before my daze (9:30), and by the time I tripped and fell into the ocean (yum), it was 10:30. TEN. THIRTY. ONE-ZERO-COLON-THREE-ZERO. ONEZEROCOLONTHREEZEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHOMIGOSHTHEDREADLORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRDS(DUNNOWHERETHATCAMEFROMSOMEONETELLMEEE)AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

     Anyways, I hope your computer has a capital seizure there. By the time we got back, I found a nice, pink-white-silver-blue-purple-azure shell, and my brother had a claw in hand. After our excursion, we had lunch, then I decided to fool around with the younger scouts (YES I HATED BEING CALLED A YOUNGER SCOUT, EAT IT! FEEL MY PAAAAAIN! (shhh)). We played Capture the flag in which there was only one other seventh grader named Ahmed (kept on forgetting his name). I ended up promoting myself to British Captain of the Red Dorito Bag, and ended speaking like a Brit, too. Forgot how to speak regularly for a bit, there. I actually tricked some people into thinking my 'accent' was real. Heh.

     We had dinner (lovely oatmeal cereal) and went to bed, waking up early the next morning.

Day Last

     *cracks knuckles* I've typed this much‽ WTF‽‽ Anyways, got back around 1:30 after leaving behind a one and a half hour car ride (most of which was spent playing Plague Inc. playing on Normal with the Bio-Weapon (which I failed because I killed everybody first >.<) and Europe massacred it's birds. Freaks e_e)

     Going home, I started typing up this, than stopped, than finished it right about now.

     My brother's home from college (yay!).

     SIGNING OFF PEEPS! (I'll try my Brit accent at school if ya' ask). This is Conor!