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glalgla gla gla glaa !!kfASjlfda it's 9:45 and i want all i want to do is sleep...and maybe read, but i can't because of PAUSH, which is fine...but stilll.
I cant get math help tommorw because of the damn mandatory health final exam review and i can't even stand up to the idea of how much homework/studying i'll be doing this weekend. GAF SCHOOL!
In a more pleasant note:
Yesterday......I launched a rocket.
It was a grey rainy day, but in the good way. The darkened skies seem insulating, and the rain and squishy foot prints relaxed me, I embraced the slight chill as the perfect weather for the rocket.
The rocket was light blue and white, a crude, yet imaginative "cloud pattern" like sunnyday camoflage, however, the blue contrasted beautfully in the slate sky as the rocket flew.
It flew imperfectally, veering away from a straight pattern. It began tumbling toward earth, it's aerodynamic design causing it's speed to increase as it's fate grew uncertain. But then, oh then, with a satisfyinh *pop* and an indicating glow of singed discardedwadding, the rocket released its parachute prematurley. It's once speedy decent was soon broken by it's the clumsy parachute, who allowed it to land on a bush, perfectally in reach, in my neighbors yard. As the rocket came towards earth, a dog barled at it, confused by the foreign object from the sky. His confusion howver, was my delight. I must buy more rocket engines.
And so i submit my formal request, to all the kids that had a rocket when they were young, or leftover engines, surrender these neglected friends to me, so i may launch these donated missiles with a light care frre heart, unburdened by financial commitment. Let the dream live on. Alyssa has already pledged a battered broken sky soilder, a relic of the bygone days of summer camp. If someone that doubts the ideals of backyard rocketry can muster this support, can't you?
It is time to exit this timewastery, and devote myself to apush, will i actually make time for rockets, doubtful, but fuck, wtf, i just...i ...i have a cra now, i dont need rockets (YES I DO LIVE DANIE LIVE FUCK)
I need a soda, and some stability
-Daniel
I cant get math help tommorw because of the damn mandatory health final exam review and i can't even stand up to the idea of how much homework/studying i'll be doing this weekend. GAF SCHOOL!
In a more pleasant note:
Yesterday......I launched a rocket.
It was a grey rainy day, but in the good way. The darkened skies seem insulating, and the rain and squishy foot prints relaxed me, I embraced the slight chill as the perfect weather for the rocket.
The rocket was light blue and white, a crude, yet imaginative "cloud pattern" like sunnyday camoflage, however, the blue contrasted beautfully in the slate sky as the rocket flew.
It flew imperfectally, veering away from a straight pattern. It began tumbling toward earth, it's aerodynamic design causing it's speed to increase as it's fate grew uncertain. But then, oh then, with a satisfyinh *pop* and an indicating glow of singed discardedwadding, the rocket released its parachute prematurley. It's once speedy decent was soon broken by it's the clumsy parachute, who allowed it to land on a bush, perfectally in reach, in my neighbors yard. As the rocket came towards earth, a dog barled at it, confused by the foreign object from the sky. His confusion howver, was my delight. I must buy more rocket engines.
And so i submit my formal request, to all the kids that had a rocket when they were young, or leftover engines, surrender these neglected friends to me, so i may launch these donated missiles with a light care frre heart, unburdened by financial commitment. Let the dream live on. Alyssa has already pledged a battered broken sky soilder, a relic of the bygone days of summer camp. If someone that doubts the ideals of backyard rocketry can muster this support, can't you?
It is time to exit this timewastery, and devote myself to apush, will i actually make time for rockets, doubtful, but fuck, wtf, i just...i ...i have a cra now, i dont need rockets (YES I DO LIVE DANIE LIVE FUCK)
I need a soda, and some stability
-Daniel