Apr. 20, 2008 ~ Riot (def): A sudden outburst of uncontrolled emotion.

I thought about making up some wild story to explain my latest injury, but I'm too tired. xD So if you're under the impression that you're going to get a harrowing tale of woe like the baseball chronicles of last year, you can forget it.

The straight and narrow of it: I fell.

Me!

Perilous fisherman adventurer!

-Sigh-

I wasn't entirely to blame, however. I was involved in a game of 'Protect the President', which is a variation of dodgeball. For those of you that have never played it, the rules are somewhat like this: the 'president' is surrounded by a group of people, all of whom are trying to hit him/her. The catch is that the president has a protector. The protector can get hit without consequences, while the president is out if he/she gets hit. The protector, then, tries to block the balls as they are thrown.

I was employed as a protector. My president and I were doing a very well, until a leader threw the dodgeball at the president's feet. Competent bodyguard that I am, I went down to block it. At the same time, however, the president jumped out of the way of the ball, tripping me. I fell, my left leg twisting to the side. Doctor's verdict: Type 1 ripped tendon. (Type 1 is better than type 2 or 3, by the way.)

This is the president/culprit:

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Feb. 27, 2008 ~ It is time. xD

Months, is it? Quite a while. 'Extended leave', I call it.... xP

Anyway, here I am. No broken bones, not even a twisted ankle. What am I to write about?

I should probably introduce a new blogger first. My very good friend Lauri is now PrettyInPunk of HSB. =D Please welcome her, all of you that still come by here and read this. www.homeschoolblogger.com/PrettyInPunk. Cha.

And, I have a new favorite band. Paramore. Please pardon me if I rant about them any, I don't mean to. =P

This picture I have stolen from Sami, but she won't mind..... or if she does, I'll give her some oreos. Fair trade.


Amazed?

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Oct. 17, 2007 ~ Reflection....

I'm happy to say that I've been awarded the blogger reflection award by LadyJaneGrey, a fantastic blogger who you should go check out. :) (www.homeschoolblogger.com/castleonacloud).



I don't really know the rules of this, but it seems I get to award it to some worthy people. So, here goes my list of bloggers who are (somewhat) serious (at times), reflective, and whose writing is a blessing to read.

BookFreak: (www.homeschoolblogger.com/BookFreak) You have a quiet thoughtfulness that communicates itself very well on your blog, and I'm often struck with your deep ideas and huge heart for the Lord.

Soccergal: (www.homeschoolblogger.com/soccergal) I admire your unaltered honesty. You also have a very Godly view of life, an example of which I'm taking from one of your posts. "Our church has suffered a huge loss but God will use that in a way I cannot even imagine." That is biblical truth at its finest.

TC: (www.homeschoolblogger.com/TC) Although you have probably received this award (and others) more times then I can count, I really wanted to give it to you. HSB lost a huge part of itself when you left, and I think most of HSB's population will agree with me. Good luck wherever you go.

SouthernBelle: (www.homeschoolblogger.com/SouthernBelle) As I was looking through your posts, I realized that not only had you already received this award, but you had also given it to me. I'm really sorry I didn't see that before. You have been an awesome best friend, and your leaving has also hurt HSB immensly. Rock on.

Hopeful: (www.homeschoolblogger.com/hopeful) You're a very encouraging person, and I never leave your blog with a sense of unhappiness. Keep on loving Jesus in all that you do.

KJo101: (www.homeschoolblogger.com/KJo101) Kristen, you're a really fun person who is incredibly gifted at writing. Time to get another entry up, mi'girl! ;)

If I had the time, there are many more people who deserve this award. Just because I didn't mention you on this short list doesn't mean I haven't been blessed by your words.


In Him, Fisher

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Aug. 14, 2007 ~ Wow, it's been awhile....

Okay, you can stop whining at me now, I'm posting.... =P

So, New York City was awesome. It's a completely different world up there, being (of course) in Yankee territory. Do you know most people in New York don't have a car? Or if they do, they use it sparingly? I dunno about you, but we couldn't survive without at least one car. Dad couldn't get to work, we couldn't get food, ect. Up there, you usually either walk or take the subway. Everything's so tall, too. Your best friend wouldn't be on the other side of the neighborhood, or a few houses down, he/she would be a few floors up. Also, there's NO GRASS. The only place I went through the entire week that had space to throw a football was Central Park, and there's fifty billion people walking through there every day. Being an outdoors-y type guy who likes to play sports, I started to get this itch to run. Just run somewhere, anywhere, as fast I could. Most likely, you can't relate to that and are wondering why I'm so weird, but perhaps you can. Of course, you can't run in New York, not only because there's no space, but because there's so many people in the way.

Our project while we were up there was to renovate this tiny three-room government housing apartment a Bronx slum. Eight people were trying to live in this little dirty hovel. It would probably bore you to give all the details of what we did, but we turned that place upside down. Paint, furniture, tiles, cleaning, we turned it into the best apartment in the place. Considering we only had a little over $5,000 to do it with, we, Pastor Dimas, and (most of all) God accomplished a miracle.

Here's a few pictures taken by Mom:


This was in the lobby of one of the Word Trade Center buildings when the terrorists hit. Notice the real grass around it. =D



This is the famous Grand Central Station.


One of many awesome churches in NYC, except this is the one from National Treasure.


The Empire State Building. (Though we worked in a Bronx slum, we stayed at a downtown Manhattan apartment building two blocks away from this huge landmark.)


Our team and the family we helped. The family is in the middle.

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Jul. 3, 2007 ~ Does anyone ever actually connect the title with the entry?

Am I writing too many entries for y'all? =P

 

So, my All-Star team finished in the top two in the District tourny, so we get to go compete at state. :) Happyness. If you've read my blog at all, you know how mad I was at missing so much of the season, and this will help me catch up on baseball. :) I can use it as an excuse, too, having baseball every day of the week makes it hard to get on the computer and post when I usually have the most time.... ;)

 

And NO, I have not broken any bones lately. Summer incidents have been confined to little things like our vaccum cleaner exploding. (We now have a new, PURPLE, vaccum cleaner, which has so many odds and ends that I can never figure out what hooks on to what. You can't even touch the thing without hose add-ons falling off, or cleaning pipes coming out of place. I think it was designed to vaccum up anything  in the house, from speck of dirt, to my little brother. xD)

 

That's it for now, folks, tune in NEXT month for the newest edition.

 

*Ducks rotten tomatoes* Just kidding! Stop! *Runs*

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May. 15, 2007 ~ Who's ready for summer break? =D

So, as it turned out, I did end up watching Spiderman 3. It was a bit weird not knowing his past, but the movie was really cool. I liked Harry.... poor guy. And, I have another question. Spidey is always swinging through the city, but how come there aren't spiderwebs hanging all over the place. I mean, he shoots the web, swings, then lets go and shoots another web, but where does the discarded strand go? It just disappears somehow, I guess.... Oh, and Peter looked cool when he turned emo. ;)

 

I thought the ending was really indecisive. Are they thinking about making another one? It didn't seem like a good final, to me.

 

And, a bit of good news, I made All-Stars in baseball, which is awesome considering I didn't get to play most of the games. I've been amazingly injury-free lately....

 

Guess where I get to go tomorrow.... the Endodontist! Freaky guy. I'll tell you this, if you wanna get rich, become an endodontist. Dr. Garabedian works two days a week, and he has really tall prices. Huge prices. It's like, for example, trying to fill up our suburbans huge 45-gallon tank with gas. You know what I mean.... =P

 

By the way, I think I'd like to kill the dude who created orthodontic rubber bands. These things are pure torture.

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May. 7, 2007 ~ "....and every evening he'd say, 'Good night Wesley, sleep well, I'll most likely kill you in the morning'...."

Well, I expect to start writing entries on a more regular basis, now, since the Baron's season ended with last weekend's Huntsville tournament. We were league champions, and finished with a 26-win 2-loss record. All thanks to me, of course. Not.

 

Lemme see, what other news.... Oh yeah, guess what I made on a math quiz a few days ago? 66%. That's an F. Not so good.... ;) But hey, the quiz only had three problems to start with, so missing that single one took the percent down quite a lot. =D

 

I heard Arachnidman 3 was having record sales, any of y'all seen it yet? I haven't, and don't expect to, but tell me what you think if you've been. You know, I always wondered how in his transformation into Spidey, his spiderweb could come out of his hands, instead of doing it like a real spider would. It's rather obvious why they don't do it that way, but they never explain it.... xD Also, does his suit have holes in the hands so web can shoot out? It didn't look like that.... I guess I should have actually watched some of the Spidey movies, maybe I'd understand it better that way. ;)

 

BTW, I listened to KJ-52 for the first time a few days back, and he was awesome. My favorite song is 'Dear Slim', I think he did a great job standing up to the kind of rap that Eminem was putting out. :)

 

EDIT: Thanks to Anonymous Girl for helping me out with the title.... =D

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Apr. 24, 2007 ~ I bet y'all didn't know I was an avid North Carolina State Wolfpack fan....

I went to a GA Tech vs. NC State baseball game this past sunday. It was almost like watching a major-league game, those guys were so big. NC state lost, unfortunately, but they had a pair of long homeruns. It was cheap too, the most expensive seats were $10, a far cry from the $50+ it would take to get a first class seat at a major-league game.

 

 As I was watching these huge guys smash 400 foot homeruns, I realized that I would be in college in just over three years. That's a pretty scary thought....

 

I'll just say this. If I really want to play college baseball, I'm gonna have to grow a whole lot bigger.

 

I also had my root canals this week. Twas a not fun experience, involving drilling holes in my teeth, shots, scraping nerves out, and trying to answer silly questions the whole time. I will give it to them though, because they numbed my mouth up really well, and it barely hurt. :)

 

Of course, if you don't like ground-up tooth dust all in your mouth, that would be another con.

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Apr. 11, 2007 ~ Contrary to popular opinion, I DO still post once in a while

We went to the Endodontist earlier today to see how the ol' mouth is doing. (The Endodontist is the doctor that specializes in working with the roots of teeth, in case you were like me and didn't know....) First off, he said that I'm going to need two root canals this week, which doesn't sound fun. Some of my teeth are turning gray, too, so they're going to have to be bleached. He said I'll likely have another root canal in the future, depending on how long it takes for my 'eye tooth' to die. All this was determined by the aptly named, but rather crude, 'cold test'. Dr. Garabadian (even his name sounds evil....) sprayed a big lump of some sort of dry ice concoction onto one of those long, sharp, metal instruments of torture that teeth doctors always have around, and pressed it onto each of my teeth.

 

Doc: "Okay, tell me when you feel this. If the tooth is healthy, you should have an immediate strong reaction. Does this hurt?"

Me: "Aaaaah!"

Doc: *Rubs chin* "That one's doing well. Okay, what about this?"

Me: *Tries to answer with long instrument in his mouth* "Dus a litta bet."

Doc: "And this?"

Me: "No."

Doc: "This?"

Me: "Nawt mush."

Doc: "Aaaaaand.... last one."

Me: *Jerks back* Aaaaaah!

 

You know, they should figure out a better way to decide if I need surgery then seeing how bad my teeth can hurt.

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Apr. 3, 2007 ~ Hey, long time no see....

Guess who's back to baseball already? =D Yep, I finally played my first game of the season on Thursday. Then a double-header on Friday, and two more on Saturday. It really started off with a bang.... ;) Anyway, I'm just glad I get to play any at all this season, I'd thought my wrist would take longer to heal. It still aches when I take a big swing or catch a hard line drive, but the Doctor says that'll go away soon. Here's by baseball picture, taken when I still had my cast on....

 

 

I also got tagged by Emma.

 

Fave color: Green. Maybe blue. (Yeah, you know you're in trouble when you don't even know your own favorite color....)

Least fave color: Brown. It can be forgiven though, since that's the color of chocolate. :) 

Color of your pants: Black.

Color of your shirt: When we got it, it was gray and blue. Unfortunately, it has changed some during my ownership. I don't even wanna know where all these stains have come from....

Color of your fave CD: Pink.

Color of your dream car: Silver.

Color you want your mom to dye her hair: None. If I was forced to get it dyed.... pink maybe?

Color of your computer: Black.

Color of your best friend’s brother’s eyes: I have no idea, I don't notice that sort of thing.

Color of your dream pet Zebra: *Refuses to answer dumb question*

Color of your phone/ipod: Silver.

Color of the last thing you ate: Yellow.

Find what color you answered with the most, divide it by blue: Sorry, I've only learned to divide by numbers so far. It'll prabably take a few years before I get taught to divide by colors....

That is your lucky color. You MUST tag as many ppl as there are letters in this color, if you do not, you may turn that color for the rest of your life. I tag: -Not answerable, sorry-

People I tag: Here, I've got an idea. Go get a coin, and flip it. If it lands on heads, you have to do the tag. If it's tails, then you're off the hook. :)

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Mar. 24, 2007 ~ Yes, I've survived another of baseball's attempts on my life....

Whoa.... I'm so behind on blogging....

 

You'll never guess what happened to me. I'll give you a hint. It includes the words 'flying baseball bat'. I've stopped calling these things 'accidents', because I've had too many for these to all be accidental. These 'incidents' are planned violence on the part of baseball. xD At least I got away with my bones intact from this one....

 

So here I was, at a baseball game. I wasn't playing of course, just watching. One of our players, by name of Joseluis (don't ask me why they stuck 'Jose' and 'Luis' together, it's just a Mexican thing. ;)) was practicing his swing on the hit stick. Unfortunately, either his bat had a bad grip, or he didn't hold on hard enough, because at the end of his swing the bat left his hand flying. I didn't see it coming, and it hit me square on the right elbow. Imaginably, it didn't feel very good. My coach here's the commotion and comes running over. As soon as he sees me there in the dirt, blood streaming down my arm, he slaps his forehead and goes *Sigh* 'Figures it's you.' A lot of sympathy there. =P Actually, he told me I'd win the 'Iron Man' award this season. If he thinks that will somehow make up for all this.... >.<

 

So yeah, these have lost the title of 'accidents', and moved into the realm of 'bad omens'. ;) Not to worry though, this doesn't put me out of commission, I just have a bruise. :) Praise the Lord.

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Mar. 18, 2007 ~ My brother IS a bother....

I though this little poem was funny.... and relavent.... =P (HSB is being evil and making me write in bold, I don't know why....)

Brother

 

 

 

Then, another personal favorite. :)

 

Jabberwocky-Lewis Caroll

 

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

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Mar. 13, 2007 ~ Jack Bean vs. State!

Okay, I bet you're all as thoroughly tired of hearing my injury complaints as I am of telling them. =D I haven't broken any more bones yet, it'll take roughly two weeks before another flying baseball hits me....

 

So, my family and some friends took a field trip to the Georgia Bar Association today. It was kinda boring place, that besides being a museum, doubled as a training place for lawyers. The fun thing we did was participate in a mock trial. The tour lady gave out lines to everyone, and we performed it as if it was a real case. Except, most cases don't involve trying Jack Bean for the murder of the ogre, criminal trespass, and robbery of the magic harp, gold and silver coins, and golden-egg-laying hen. I had to play Jack Bean. Witnesses included Mr. Pumpkineater, Friar Tuck, the Farmer's Wife, Ima Ogre (the late ogre's wife) and some others. The state prosecution held that I had murdered the ogre, trespassed on his property, and stolen his possessions. We, as the defense, held that the ogre fell to his death before I'd cut down the vine, and it would be self-defense anyway, since he was trying to kill me and grind my bones to make his bread. To the trespassing charge we said that Mrs. Ogre had invited me in all three times, and the stuff that I'd 'stolen' was really mine anyways, and I was just taking it back.

 

I won the case, though the opponents cheated so the jury  found me guilty of trespassing. Murder and stealing were both unanimously voted not guilty, and only 4 out of 20 voted that I'd trespassed. Somehow, though four-fifths of the jurors had voted me not guilty, I was found guilty. Shows what good honest law has become. A guy can't even get his own magic harp back from an evil giant without being accused. The judge gave me a penalty of picking up used beer bottles from the side of the road for two months. I have decided to ignore the order, and take this case to the supreme court. Jack Bean is not guilty! =D

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Mar. 11, 2007 ~ Wrist + speeding baseball = broken arm

This title sounds strangely familiar, doesn't it?

 

Long story short, I broke my arm yesterday. I was playing a scrimmage, the first one since coming back from my mouth injury, when the pitcher hit my wrist with a pitch. I wasn't sure how bad it was, so I just tried to shake it off, and jogged to first base. By the time I made it around the bases, I knew it was really hurt. I sat out for the rest of the game, holding ice on my wrist to keep the swelling down. Of course, the swelling didn't stay down. We went straight to the doctor after the game to get X-rays, and she told us it was broken. She put a splint on, and we're going to a specialist on Monday.

 

I really can't believe this is happening. My baseball season is gone now, since I'll be out for at least a month. I worked so hard for this season, it just doesn't make sense. We had gone to a special hitting coach for a lot of lessons, I was playing on two teams, we had a lot of hopes for this season. But it's not going to happen.

 

God must have a plan for this.... somehow....

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Mar. 6, 2007 ~ What I would give for a bite of steak....

Please never mention cream-of-chicken soup to me again. ;)

 

Yes. With that in mind, I'll continue. There aren't many foods I can eat, seeing as how I'm not allowed to chew. My food list has been narrowed down to the aforementioned soup, applesauce, mashed potatoes, oatmeal, ice cream, and ground up pasta. (By the way, ground up pasta has a strange texture. =P)

 

 Unfortunately, my brother is brimming with ideas. You should hear him suggest foods. "Hey Christian, you could put peanut butter, jelly, and bread in a blender, and smash it up so you can eat it!" I mean, he doesn't seem to get that I might not like certain things. "Blend up salad dressing and carrots!" He's got the idea stuck in his head that I should just put all the foods I like into a blender and make paste out of it. "Blended up stuff is just the same as regular!" Yeah right. I think he should break his own jaw, so I can force all his blended mush down his own throat. ;)

 

And Dad bought a few huge containers of 'Myoplex Lite' protein drink. This stuff has every vitamin in the book. I actually think they made up some these supposed nutrients to make it look better. Biotin? Selenium? Molybdenum? What in the world are these things? At least I'll never run out of Pantothenic acid. Myoplex has 100 percent of my daily Pantothenic acid. And I can't imagine how I would get all the Chromium I need without drinking it. Makes me wonder how I've survived all these years without having a single milligram of Chromium.... *Sigh* Unfortunately, they compromised taste for nutrition. It tastes just like ground-up vitamin. But at least if I can force myself to drink it, I'll be healthy. =P

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Mar. 2, 2007 ~ Laughing gas.... isn't very funny. >.<

Okay, the second half of my misfortune.

 

The bleeding finally stopped at about 7:00 in the morning. I sat miserably on the couch until Mom came down to take me to the orthodontist. We showed up at the building, but they didn't have a doctor there at the time, just assistants. We had to drive another 30 minutes to another place, where they did have a doctor. Everyone there gave me a funny look as I walked in, which I expected, as my lip was so swollen my mouth couldn't open right. The orthodontist just sucked in her breath after she looked into my mouth. She removed my broken and bent braces, and sent me straight to the surgeon. He looked at my teeth for a bit, discovered my upper jaw was fractured, and told me I needed an operation. I was taken to his room, which looked more like a torture chamber than an operating room. Needles, tubes, and machines were dangling everywhere. They settled me on the bed, and gave me laughing gas. The gas, incidentally, didn't seem to do a thing. Right before they started the operation, they inserted a tube to my arm, (which hurt, by the way) and whatever they  pumped into me knocked me out within a few seconds. I remember waking up about halfway through the surgery, but I couldn't feel anything. I hazily watched them working on me, but it was kinda like I was dreaming, to try and and describe it. They kept talking to me, but I can't remember what I said. Anesthesia does strange things to you.... =D

 

I finally woke up completely, with an aching mouth. My face was partly numb, but not the teeth still hurt. They had surgically moved my teeth so they were facing the right way, given me lots of stitches on my lips, gums, and the roof of my mouth, and cemented wires onto my teeth to keep them in place. The doctor told me that the teeth were really loose, and chewing would be off-limits for weeks. He said I still had a chance of losing some teeth, though they might take years to come out. I might have have root canals,  because of the trauma. I left rather unsteadily, with instructions to come back next week.

 

So here I am now, with an aching mouth, raw lips, and taking about nine pills a day. I'm also on a diet of mashed potatoes, applesauce, and energy drink. Go team. >.<

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Mar. 1, 2007 ~ Mouth + speeding baseball = Broken jaw

*Sigh* The killer baseball strikes again. Sometimes I wonder why I still play this game.

 

So, here's my story. I was practicing with my rec team, and Coach told me to play first base, which I don't have that much experience at. The batter hit a ground ball to Mitch at third, who fielded it. Now, keep in mind, Mitch can flat out  throw the ball. He's a pitcher, too. So, he wings it at me, probably as hard as he could, since the runner was almost to the base. Behind Mitch on the other side of the fence, there's a big lightpole, and as I watched the ball coming toward me, it came right into the light. I couldn't see it at all, so I hastily judged where I thought it might be when it got to me, and moved my glove accordingly. I didn't judge right. The baseball slammed full force into my face, knocking me backwards. I don't know how to really describe the pain, you'd have to be there. Let somebody hit you in the mouth with a hammer, and you might get the idea. The parents and team gave a collective 'Oh!' which got the attention of Dad, who got there as blood started pouring out of my mouth and nose. Every second or so, I'd have to spit the stuff out, as it filled up my mouth. Dazedly, I walked up to the bathrooms with Dad to wash out my mouth, and the rest of the team assumed I'd only gotten a little bruise and a nosebleed, and continued to practice. >.< Little did they know. I knew I was done for as soon as I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. After prying my puffy lips apart, I stared at my mouth. Most of the front teeth were pointing towards the back of my mouth, my braces were horribly twisted and broken, and I'd never seen so much blood. It was everywhere, people. We kept trying different emergency centers, none of which were open. The only open place was the hospital, so that's where we headed. We checked in, waited for an hour, got called to the back, waited another hour, then saw the doctor. She was pretty noncommittal, vaguely saying she 'didn't think it was broken' and we'd better 'go see your orthodontist as soon as possible'. By this point, I had a very low opinion of the Emergency Room. We did X-rays, waited another hour to see them, then left, getting home at 1:00.

 

I didn't sleep a wink last night, because the blood never stopped coming. It just didn't, people. I've bled lots of times, but this was immense. I stood by the sink for hours, spitting out blood. Eventually, the sun came up. Happy first day of March. >.<

 

Sorry, I usually try to make my posts funny, but not this time. I realize it reads kinda choppy, but I've got a spitting headache, and throbbing teeth and jaw. This is the best I can do. The second half of the story'll come tomorrow....

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Feb. 26, 2007 ~ Orthodontist, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. NONE!

I was walking walking through the kitchen this morning, when I happened to glance up, and see the calender. Not an unusual thing, right? Under today, "C ortho 9:15" had been written. Spelled out, that means "Christian to orthodontist at 9:15". Not a good way to start the day. I tried erasing, but it was written in pen, and wouldn't come off. *Sigh*

 

I got Mrs. Grumpy for my orthodontic assistant, too. "Open your mouth wider!" "You need to floss more!" (With regular floss or fishing line? =P) "Keep your head still!" Whoa. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. On top of that, I have to wear rubber bands all the time now. They're stretched weird, too. One rubber band goes from tooth to tooth along the top of my mouth, then down to the bottom the same way. It's stretches the band into a box shape, and you can see it when I smile or talk. Not to worry, though, I only have to wear these for two months. >.< Ahh! Lemme tell you, my teeth had better be perfect when I'm through to make up for all this. ;)

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Feb. 22, 2007 ~ Umm.... untitled?

My Dad showed me something cool to do a few days ago, and it's worked so far. Take a pen with you when you go to a sit-down restaurant. After you've sat down, take a small wad of napkins out of the holder thingy. (I dunno what you call it. Just plain napkin-holder-box? It doesn't really matter, does it....) Anyway, write "Help! I'm trapped in the napkin-making factory!" on one, and stick the whole wad back in. =D Unfortunately, you don't get to see whoever finds the napkin, you just have to imagine. I did it at youth group, though, on a pad of paper. Instead of 'napkin-making factory', I changed it to paper-making factory, and passed the pad on. One of my friends, Jonathan, found it, and it was hilarious. He ran over to me and told be about it. 'Course, I didn't let on that I'd done it.... =D

 

You know? I've got to stop posting at night. Towards the middle of my posts, it's GOODNIGHT CHRISTIAN!" for me. Sheesh. I actually have this funny story that I.... *Oww!!* Okay, I'm going to bed already! *Sigh....* 

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Feb. 20, 2007 ~ Don't you just love science?

I had a rather painful science experiment today. The first sign of impending danger was that, as I was glancing down the page, I saw 'BE CAREFUL. HIGHER VOLTAGE WILL BE DANGEROUS' written in capital letters. "Well." I thought. "I'm sure Dr. Jay Wile knew what he was doing when he designed this experiment." Reading on down, I saw it was pretty simple. The only supplies I needed were a battery and some tinfoil. All I had to do was tear off a thin strip of tinfoil, and hold each end to a side of the battery. "Do you feel anything?" the book asked. "If not, keep holding it until you do." I picked up the tinfoil, and casually touched the ends to both sides of the battery. I was in for a shock. No pun intended..... ;) I don't know how much electricity a single AA battery can hold, but it was quite enough. I think half the electricity went through my flimsy piece of tinfoil, making it white-hot, and burning my finger in the process. The other half decided to take the longer route. Namely, me.

 

Needless to say, I dropped the battery and tinfoil as fast as possible, letting an agonized yell out in the process. (I have no idea why the tinfoil wasn't melted at this point....) When Mom looked over, I was alternatly wringing and holding my burned hands. She didn't care about me, of course. The first words out of her mouth were "Don't short-circuit the battery!" *Sigh....*

 

At least it was a clean, non-exploding experiment, unlike the vinegar and baking soda one. I think Mr. Wile just sits in his office, laughing at the pranks he's playing on us poor science students. And as an afterthought, I wonder what I was supposed to learn from this. =D

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