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Well, well, well...It's Victoria Day. I'm not doing any fireworks. They're really beautiful, but I'm not really disappointed that I'm not doing them. I mean, as much as I am sometimes a Scrooge, I think that it's somewhat silly to spend $40 or more on fireworks just to light them up and let them explode. I would rather save my money and spend it on something more substantial, than for a one-time thrill......Do you know what I mean? Anyways..today Maria, Eva, Atena and I were working on our Physics Independent Study Project. We're doing a Rube Goldberg Machine. Okay, NO ONE knows what the heck that is, so I guess I should explain. A Rube Goldberg Machine is a whole chain of events (for instance, a ball hitting another ball - a transfer of kinetic energy). There are several transfers and transformations which together are complicated and perform a simple task. Our machine is really cool. It took a lot of work. It's actually not finished yet, but I am proud of what we've accomplished thus far. I'll walk you through the events. First of all, we have an elastic band attached to some curved hampster tubes. We use that elastic band to launch a large marble down the tubing. After the tubing, we have slides (which we made ourselves out of paper mache and they are spiraling downwards). Once the marble slides down, it falls down along a homemade ramp. It then hits a mousetrap with enough force that it triggers the mousetrap to be set off. There is a string connected to the flap of the mousetrap, so when the ball hits the mousetrap target, the string is pulled by the flap. This string is hooked up to a pulley (which we hold up using two homemade pillar supports). On one side of the pulley, we have a covered container (actually, it's the bottom of a pop bottle with a cardboard covering on top). So, when the mousetrap pulls the string, the string pulls the pulley, thereby pulling the plastic container upwards. On a box near the pulley, we have a homemade cardboard pathway with a flap of cardboard holding a smaller marble. So, when the container moves upwards, it hits the flap, thus causing the marble to start rolling along the pathway. This is how far we've gotten. We're going to add a lot more to it, such as a watermill that generates enough electricity to power a small fan. Using torque and converting it into mechanical energy, the fan will turn on and blow a small boat (made out of cork) across the water. Somehow we're going to fill a balloon with confetti and have it burst with a needle just before the boat is blown across the water. It will look like a Bon Voyage boat cruise. Very cool, but hard work. It sounds easier than it is. We tried so many things and ways of setting this all up. We had to change our plans numerous times because our theories didn't always work when we tried to construct it. Also, at times, it was difficult to think of how certain things could be supported. Buttttttt......we did it. Yayyyyyy......Just a few more days working on this project and it should be done in no time. I'm glad. I'm so proud because we did it all ourselves. We're just going to get a little help from Eva's older brothers for the motor which we wish to incorporate with the fan and electrical wiring. Okay, enough about physics. I'm so excited. Tonight at 8 o'clock, the Season Finale of Roswell is on. Supposedly, the aliens are spending their last night on Earth before they head back to their planet. I have a feeling that they won't leave Earth. I think that they've gotten so used to it and that they've developed so many relationships here that they cannot bring themselves to leave. At least, this is what I'm hoping, because if they DO leave Earth, then that just signals that the show is going to be cancelled. I've heard rumours that it might be. Oh well...I'll find out in about an hour..... I've become addicted to more ...hmm..."edgy" tunes like "Fat Lip" by Sum 41...I like how angsty it is and how much emotion is expressed. Normally I listen to dance, pop, R&B, trance, alternative, etc., but now it seems like I'm sliding more and more into the punky or less conservative alternative music. I'm not punky (don't get me wrong...I'm probably the most goody-goody-two-shoes you'll ever meet.....haha....no...just kidding. I'm not) I used to think that the song " Hanging By A Moment" by Lifehouse was annoying, but now I'm starting to like it. Hmm...I keep on playing it and more than likely I'll overplay it and make myself get sick of that song. That's what usually happens, anyway. I guess I just don't know when I've had too much of a good thing. Wow...I haven't written in this online diary for ages (well...not AGES, but you know what I meant). I feel extremely rusty. There's just so much to tell and I'm not sure how I can condense it or make it interesting or word it properly. As usual, I'll just scatter my thoughts around and hope that the seeds will sow into the mind of the reader. Will that do? It better, because that's all that I'm capable of right now. A lot of my friends are getting sick (like colds and getting the fever). I haven't been sick yet. I'm going to take a few more vitamin C tablets just in case. I can't afford to get sick right now. You know what? I'm such a nerd. I had this dream a few nights ago. I dreamed that I got sick and I couldn't make it to go to my physics class and I was all like, "Oh no!!!! I CAN'T miss physics!!!!!!!!!!!!" I was worrying like crazy.......haha.........what a geek. Anyway.....just so you know, this dream was really weird because I HATE physics class. I guess I figured that I couldn't miss physics because I didn't want to fall behind more than I already am. I'm not doing as well in that class as I'd like to. Probably this disappointment is what set this dream on. Who knows? Pretty lame, eh? I've noticed something really horrible about myself lately. I have dug up yet another fault of mine. When I feel hurt, disappointed or sad, I tend to keep it all to myself (which I know is a bad thing). I guess that I just don't want to bring other people down with me. It's stupid, but I find that with certain people, I don't open up and tell them why I feel hurt or whatever. I become silent and the hurt from stinging comments bottle up (not a good thing). I guess that I've never taken to criticism very well. I have problems dealing with it. Sometimes I take it as a direct attack at my self-esteem. I really should try to work on this. The thing that gets me is that I'm only like this with certain people. Why? I have no idea. With other people, I can freely tell them what's on my mind and why I'm feeling so down. I'm going to try to analyze this in more depth. I don't want to be bottling negative emotions inside and then explode one day. I hope that I caught this in time. I'd hate to see it snowball into something worse. Well...I'm going to get offline now because Roswell will be on shortly. I hope that everyone has a wonderful Victoria Day! Take care and remember to smile even if you're feeling sad. ~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-. ME: RIGHT NOW -> Trivial little tidbits which you didn't need to know ~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-.~.*-. EYES: Bonne Bell "Stardust" eyeliner, blackish-blue mascara NAILS: Right now I have a French Manicure that's chipping. Tonight I'll probably paint it chrome silver or something. LIPS: Shaklee Lip Protection SPF 15 HAIR: Blow-dried straight and tied in a little bun THINKING ABOUT: My immaturity WISHING: School was already over SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: " Fat Lip " - sung by Sum 41 SONG I'M LISTENING TO NOW: " Flavor of the Weak " - sung by American Hi-Fi (and NO, it's not a typo....it is spelled weak and not week) NOTE TO SELF (everyone else ignore this): Immaturity. noun. Not fully developed; lacking wisdom or stability because of youth. Undeveloped. Inexperienced. Infantile. Juvenile. Childish. Mary. Me. 
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Monday May 21st, 2001. - 7:24 PM