VEX ROBOTS LAB

• Nov. 3, 2009 - I'm Back

Posted By BurtBoy

i am back again i'm going to try to stick to writing. Two days ago we went down to the park to play football it was fun except i didn't catch anything.That's about everything that was exciting this week.

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• Oct. 30, 2009 - Intelligent Things

Posted By Bard Dragontongue
Can you guess what happened to my hair since I last wrote here? No? Well, here we go. You know that I bleached it fairly white, using a mixture of straight bleach, hydrogen peroxide, and lemon juice. It seemed to work pretty well, but lately it had been growing out, and because of the contrast between my bleached hair and my unbleached hair, I ended up with what looked like a black streak down the middle of my head. So I decided to bleach my hair again, and see if I could get: 1. my already bleached hair to be absolutely white, and 2. the hair that had grown out to blend in a little better. To this end, I gathered together a few of the things I'd used last time (clorox bleach, large plastic bowl, dishwashing gloves, large rag-towel), and went outside to work on the first step. You have to be outside, otherwise the smell of the bleach will knock you out. (It very nearly did anyway.)
 
So I put the towel around my shoulders to protect my clothes (which I had made sure weren't ones I was particularly fond of in any case), put on the gloves, discovered that they were both for the left hand, muttered a bit but decided it wasn't worth the trouble to look for a right hand glove, poured a fair amount of straight bleach into the bowl, took a deep breath, and stuck my head in it. (A note: straight bleach kinda burns. You get this interesting feeling, sort of like your scalp is dissolving.) I swished my hair around a bit with my gloved hands, making sure it was all wet, then gingerly pulled my head out of the bowl and wrapped the towel around my hair. The bleach in the bowl had gone all foamy. It was very odd-looking, but I had seen it the last time I bleached my hair, so I wasn't worried. Holding the towel securely to my head with one hand, I picked up the bowl, carried it over to a russian olive, and poured it on the roots. (Theoretically this should kill it, but I'm not sure even straight bleach has a chance against that overgrown weed.)
 
Then I went back and did it again. I left the bowl upside down on the rocks by the garage door to drain completely (you can't put bleach in your drains--it does bad things), and went inside, carrying the bleach and wearing the gloves. I waited in the garage for a bit, making sure my hair was well wrapped up and wouldn't drip, and taking off the gloves (a feat I managed with difficulty) before I went into the house. I put the bleach away, and then sort of wandered around for a while, waiting for my hair to dry. When it did, I went into my bathroom with a couple mostly empty bottles of hydrogen peroxide, gingerly unwrapped the towel (holding my head over the tub), and poured as much peroxide on my head as I could. I used the gloves to make sure I was getting everything, scrubbing around blindly.
 
With the towel off my head, I thought, it seemed extraordinarily light. I hadn't noticed the weight of my head when I put the towel on the first couple of times, but now that I thought about it, hadn't my head seemed lighter than usual when I had taken it out of the bowl of bleach for the first time? I was unsure. My head had been swimming from the bleach fumes, and I hadn't been thinking or noticing things properly.
 
I finished with the second step, and rewrapped my head. It seemed to take forever for it to dry. I went and got the lemon juice out of the refrigerator while I waited. Finally I gave up. Somewhat damp, I decided, was just as good as completely dry. I went back into my bathroom and repeated the process, this time using lemon juice, rewrapped my head, put the lemon juice back, and started waiting for my hair to dry. I wandered about the house, one hand steadying the large pink towel on my head, and thought uneasily about the comparative weight of wet hair to dry.
 
Eventually it dried enough for me to remove the towel, and I went directly to the mirror. My hair was a dark, tangled mess. I wondered whether the bleaching had worked. It's true that my hair is always ridiculously dark when it's wet, or even damp, but surely it should be lighter than this, I thought. I was somewhat disturbed by this, and went to borrow Mom's hairdryer. I couldn't find it. It turned out to be in a drawer under one of the sinks in BookFreak and AnonymousGirl's bathroom. I turned it on as high as it could go, and set to work. The truth emerged fairly quickly. Under the blast of warm air, my hair dried into a fuzzy, inch-thick carpet on the top of my head. I ran my hands over it incredulously. It felt nice. I felt hysterical laughter bubbling up in my throat. The bleach had dissolved my light-colored hair almost completely. It was still there--on the sides of my head, in the back--but not on the top. I looked a bit like one of those top-bald hippies who refuse to admit that their hair isn't growing in the middle anymore. The sound of the hairdryer covered my mad giggles as I finished drying the longer hair around the sides of my head.
 
I think Mom considered disowning me when I showed her what I'd done. I asked her if she would try cutting it so the rest of it matched the top, but she wouldn't. I borrowed the razor she uses to trim the boys' hair, put on the one-inch attachment, and attempted it myself. I don't think it turned out too badly. It wasn't what I was trying for, mind you, but even Mom admits that it doesn't look too grotesque. My cousin Michael says I look sort of like Angelina Jolie in 'Hackers'. (Sadly, he's right.) On the upside, I think I'm done with bleach now. I've had enough fun.
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• Oct. 20, 2009 - A new entry!

Posted By Yxpu
Ok, so I had to abide by the new ToU and remove my iFrame.... So now all of my old entries are accessible- I guess that's a good thing. What's new? Well, I go to Northeast State Tech school here in TN, and I'm hoping to move to ETSU next semester. I'll probably be in school for a long time- I seem to be pretty good at it. I've been in school for over a year and have a solid Honors 4.0 GPA, and I made it to the president's list. I usually do web-development or travel in between semester's but I think i'm going to get a job over the holidays this time. Anyhow, I need to run to the store- so I better go. Seeya! Please visit my blog at www.paulsblogging.com
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• Oct. 6, 2009 - ...

Posted By Darth Bane
My cat grace is probably going to die. I love her so much... I don't know if I can write anything else...
I really hope we don't have to put her to sleep. She's such a great cat, I love her.
Not much else to say really... ):

figga12
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• Sep. 21, 2009 - Book Review ~ Letter's from Wolfie

Posted By Kekoa


Letter's from Wolfie
is about a dog named Wolfie and his owner Mark. Wolfie is part malamute and part german shepherd. Mark discovers in the newspaper that the Army is looking for german shepherds to go to Vietnam for Scout Dog training.
While Wolfie is in training the man who is handling him writes letters to Mark on Wolfie's behalf.

Mark had decided to send Wolfie to Vietnam for his brother who is in the infantry and for his dad who is very patriotic. Mark thought after the war he would get his dog back, but Capt. Lenz said that all the Scout Dogs where now U.S. equipment and would not be returned. Mark decides to get his and other boys' dogs back from Vietnam. Will anyone help Mark on his quest to save his 4-legged friend?

I liked this story but it isn't one of my favorites. I liked the story Cracker! The Best
Dog in Vietnam
much better!






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• Sep. 1, 2009 - A Leap of Faith

Posted By Boomer

Exit 4 South to Kansas City.

That's what the sign said.

Y'know, those big green signs over the freeway. I had probably read hundreds of them. I had probably read this one a hundred times alone.

It was late. My work had gotten off at 11' o'clock. In the evening. I had just worked at catering wedding reception. Everyone seemed so happy there. Nothing but plastic smiles plastered on their plastic faces. Not a care in the world.

This probably wasn't true, but it had worked. I had genuinely envied them.

My life was currently a maze of conflict. I had been raised in a Christian home all my life. Strong, Christian parents, who only allowed me to make strong, Christian friends. But I hadn't complained. That sort of life, though plastic a boring, was solid. But it was about this time that I began to ask myself, "Is the Christian life supposed to be solid? Who's supposed to be the Rock here? Us, or God?" My answer was clear: Our lives were meant to be filled with turmoil. To be tossing oceans. Not solid, or sleepy. The only solidity in our lives was supposed to be the Rock. Only in our instability, can we truly rely on a stable God.

 When I had come to this realization, I reacted. I started questioning everything. Acting randomly, and doing dangerous things. I still clung to God, but that was about it. The world was worthless, and meaningless. I had to get away from it.

That's when I saw the sign.

Now, I always drove past the sign and took the other freeway home. I had never noticed it before. Now, it was calling me. Moving me. With every fiber of my being, I wanted to follow that sign.

That's when my rational, solid upbringing kicked in. For the last time. I drove past the sign and headed home. At home, things moved slowly. In my Jeep, things started accumulating. Clothes, money, a tent. It took several days before I realized that I was sub-conciously packing for a trip. But when the sleepingbag found its way into my Jeep, I realized it was time to go. I had to go.

So, about a week after the sign had called me, actually, that God had called me, I was ready to go. I was going to follow the sign. Follow God.

 It was 10 at night. A beautiful night. I hugged my mom closely. She hadn't understood, but she had a peace about it. I was walking out the door, when I almost bumped into my friend, Tim, on the doorstep.

Now, Tim doesn't normally visit at 10 at night, so this was unusual.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just had to come. And I don't know why. What're you doing?"

I told him. After listening he said, quietly.

"I coming with you. I've felt the same thing. I've brought my stuff."

Suddenly, I understood. All this time, I thought I would have to break away from the stable life by myself. I wouldn't. Tim was coming with me.

A short time later, Tim's stuff was packed and we were off.

We drove in silence for 20 minutes. There was something emotional and mutual about what we were feeling at that moment that was beyond words. It wasn't fear. It was peace. We were jumping off a perverbial cliff, and we had a peace about it.

Finally, out on the freeway, Tim kicked his shoes off.

"So, since we don't know what we're doing, can I at least ask where we're heading?" He asked, propping his feet up on the dash.

"I was thinking Kansas City." I responded, leaving the sign behind me forever....

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• Aug. 18, 2009 - tag

Posted By Kekoa

Eye color: Dark Brown


Hair color:  Very dark brown.


Favorite color(s): Blue and green


Your style: cool!


Write with both hands: no, only left hand.

Whistle: yup.

Blow a bubble: yup, huge one.


Roll your tongue: yup, like this?

Cross your eyes: up and down.


Touch your nose with your tongue: nope. ( why should I? )


Dance: Yup, ball dance, folk dance, breakdance, robotdance.  ( well okay I have never really breakdanced before....I have done all the other dance's in public though! )


Stay up all night without sleep: yup last night acually, stayed up till 4 in the morning.


Speak a different language: Was taking spanish with a program called Rossetta stone.


Impersonate someone: acouple time's I have over chat online.

 
Prank call people: Once.


Make card pyramid: Oh yeah! Thats so fun.


Cook anything: Yeah I really like to cook, and if I do say so myself am rather good at it too!

I tag..... Smartyjones

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• Aug. 17, 2009 - Creativity Offer and Challenge

Posted By VanCastle Boys
The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me, especially for you.  This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

1.)     I make no guarantees that you will like what I make but I hope you will.

2.)     What I create will be just for you.

3.)     They say I have a year to get it to you.  I hope it won't take that long!

4.)     You have no clue what it's going to be.  It's a surprise to both of us at this point.

The catch?  You must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog.

So, the first 5 people who post and are willing to pass it along will get a handmade gift in the mail from me.

When you get it, make sure you post a pic on your blog.
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• Aug. 12, 2009 - Picture (That I drew) of characters that SWF and I created...

Posted By Darth Bane
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• Aug. 12, 2009 - Kentucky!

Posted By Kekoa

Hey people!

I'm in kentucky! Well I have been here for about 2 weeks. It's great compared to the desert's of OR. The only bad thing is my asthma is killing me! It didn't in Oregon.

 We don't have a house so we are living in our RV. Here is a picture of what me and my 5 other family members may be living in for awhile.

Our RV is 28 ft long and is a SUNSEEKER.Now that dad has a job I have to do all the RV maintenance. We might be getting a house at the begining of sept.

The reason I haven't been posting recently is because I don't have a computer any more!

I have to go and finish school.

L8r!

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