Pan Pipes

So for my physics of music class, I had to make some kind of musical instrument. .... well, get three homeschoolers (me, Morgan, his brother Nathaniel) and a homeschool mom (their mom, Aunt Rene') together and give them a project like that and you can get quite creative! We decided to make a pan flute out of
1. test tubes
2. colored water
3. wax
4. hot glue
5. a glass rod

It turned out rather awesome, if I do say so myself. We put colored water into the test tubes to create the different notes, and then poured hot wax on top of the water and allowed it to cool, sealing in the water. We then hot glued the tubes together, and a glass rod across them for stability. It was really hard to hit the highest couple notes, but it all worked!

School Prayers

Well, in the middle of finals... and I realized something new yesterday. I don't like to pray about school. I realized that yesterday evening, and I immediately began wondering why. I mean, I pray about everything! God is my best friend, I talk to Him all the time. Why don't I like to pray about the thing that takes up most of my life energy right now?

I think that what it is is that I somehow feel like school is my responsibility. If I just put enough work into it, I'll get fine grades. If my grades aren't the best, well then it's just because I haven't put enough work into it. And praying about it just feels like I'm telling God that I really don't want to put the work into school, so can He please bail me out? Hm. Interesting thought.

...I really have nothing more to say, that was just my thought of the day. =]
What was that? You want a picture?
Oh, fine, if you insist.... =]

Random Thoughts on a Rainy Saturday

It's raining outside. There's a bird chirping damply away somewhere over to the left, outside the front door. I slept in till 10:30 this morning... wow... when did I get to where I could sleep that late? I never used to sleep in past 8. Not even on saturdays. Not even on rainy, sleepy saturdays like today. Then again, I also never used to stay up past 10. Not even on the friday nights before rainy, sleepy saturdays. Ah the days when I got 8-10 hours of sleep a night. Now I'm lucky if I get 6. Sigh.

School is coming down to that last week-and-a-half. The week and a half when the world disappears in a fog of studying with the dark, indistinct forms of tests looming every which way. I'm telling you, every time I turn around, there is another test leering in my face. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, next Monday, next Wednesday, all of them major tests. The kind you study weeks for. My backpack is surely going to tear apart from all the books I have in it right now. My shoulders will certainly never be the same again. I'm quite sure I'm a couple inches shorter now than at the beginning of this semester, from that backpack. That would explain the freshman chub... I'm just shorter, so the weight has been squished to my middle. Of course.

Our pet betta fish, Peeves, died Thursday. He lived a brave, fishy life in a girls dorm, in a little bowl with pebbles on the bottom, for a year, did our Pet Peeves. What happened was, we kept forgetting to feed him. I thought Dena was feeding him, she thought I was feeding him, and between the two of our forgettings, Peeves sat hungrily looking out at his dormish world from his bowl with pebbles. He got fed every few days, never fear. But as school got more hectic toward the end of this semester, we got more and more forgetful and Peeves got hungrier. Finally he got so hungry that he was just floating around rather listlessly, which brought to our attention the fact that we had been neglecting his feeding. Well I then took upon myself the job of feeding Poor Peeves, since Dena had not been doing so as I had thought. The problem was, Dena did the same thing... so now we were both feeding Peeves. Delighted with the copious amounts of nourishment being dumped into his tiny watery world (with pebbles on the bottom), Peeves ate.. and ate... and ate... and, well... we THINK that may be why he died. Such is the life of a betta fish in our dorm room (in a bowl with pebbles). But hey, we did keep him alive for almost a whole school year. We are kinda proud of ourselves. May our Pet Peeves rest in peace.

Well, I probably should return to working chemistry problems from my long, long list of practice problems. How do you find the wavelength in nm of gamma rays whose energy is 1.50MeV? ... uh... yes?

So I shall leave you with one of my latest pictures, since some of you aren't on facebook and can't see my photo album. This would be me and Morgan. For those of you who don't know who Morgan is, he is my boyfriend and you should talk to me more often. =]

Marshmallow Chase

My roommate and I were driving down the highway this afternoon, on our way to diligently spend our afternoon in increasing our GPAs by the intense acquisition of knowledge otherwise known as "cramming."

Dena: "Marshmallow."
Self (intelligently): "huh?"
Dena (condescendingly, patiently): "That car looks like a marshmallow."
Self (in a moment of understanding): "Oh! Ha it does. It looks like a small squishy marshmallow. And that squarish one behind it looks like a square marshmallow. The small squishy one must be the girl, and the squarish one must be the guy."
Dena: "Yeah. And the squishy one is trying to get away from the guy. He's chasing her. He's an abusive boyfriend and she's trying to run away from him."
Self: "Go, Squishy, go! He's after you!"
Dena: "She tried to get away on that off ramp, but at the last minute he swerved into it and followed her."
Self: "And now she's trapped off the highway."
Dena: "And she's coming up to a stop sign and she doesn't know what to do. She fakes right, then goes left."
Self: "And he believed it and is turning right. Way to go Squishy!"
Dena: "Good luck, little squishy marshmallow car!"
(mutual cheer for Squishy)

Ah the joys of life made interesting.... =D

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