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| | blah | ] | i submitted this to a creativity with your favorite element contest here on campus. i was one of two winners (which isn't as exciting once you realize there was only four entries). for my troubles i recieved a beaker mug, which i'm quite proud of, and some random stuff in it as well. oh yeah, and free nachos, i was all about the free nachos. anyway, i was just excited that there were people to whom i didn't have to explain all the jokes to. a joke isn't funny if you have to tell people it's funny. anyway here it is: Dearest Xenon, How can I begin to express my feelings for you? You mean so much to me that the mere thought of you sends thrills through my heart. There is nothing about you that I do not love, nay cherish. I love you, I say, and I’ll say it 53 more times, if only to reach your number, the number that is sacred only because it is yours. You are a noble beauty, more noble, think I, than your five brothers; and I admire your disdain for all the garish colors of nature, how proud you are of your colorless hue. If only I could melt your heart, it is so simple a task (only -111.9 °C) and if that I could boil your passion for it takes only a small amount of heat to reach (-108.1°C). Your neutrality in argument is commendable and 77 rings in my ears, for it is you Xenon, my beloved! Oh that I could have your hand in marriage, I would present you with a ring, not of any specific crystal nature, but whose structure would be cubic to better compliment your wondrous countenance. Marriage to you, Xenon who is a powerful light illuminating my life is something I must, need to aspire to. How can anyone not be changed by the glow of your lamp of delight? If we were to be wed I would build you a house and fill it with chambers, chambers of bubble to best suit your needs. To obtain your love I would do anything, anything that you ask. I would even turn the air to liquid at your command. I cherish your father, Sir William Ramsey, for bringing you to this world. A world that was dark and cold before you graced her waiting arms. If only you were in my arms, then I could be truly happy. I worship your year of delivery. 1898 is sacred in my soul because of you. Dearest Xenon, I beg you, console my heart. Tell me that you will return my love, my devotions with all the energy you have ( for you have five levels: 2,8,18,18,8) and I know that in the face of such energy I could only attempt to match it. I plead with you Xenon, forsake your namesake and remain not a stranger to me.
Sincerely, Julia Hannah Jacobson |