Damn her...
I so hate that woman. I wouldn't have cared if she hadn't have LIED. If she had just said, "Hazel, I hate your work, your face, and you and so will not be putting any of your stuff up", I would have been fine. Mainly because her opinion means nothing to me. In fact, if she had said that I would have been HAPPY, because it would have meant that for once she had shed her stupid false smile.
Enough of that, though, because I hate being irritated and brooding over it.
SO, Friday was otherwise pretty cool. We took an old keyboard, begged some ethanol from a science tech and (armed with a fire extinguisher) went out to burn it. At first the ethanol didn't seem to be catching, and we were getting stupid little flames that did nothing, but then this little inferno started behind the keys and everything began to shrivel up. Needless to say the extinguisher was needed.
And what did we learn? We learnt that flames from ethanol are clear, that keyboards DO burn, and that Jemma is a pyromaniac.
Then we had fun disembowling a computer stack and ripping out the circuit boards with 2 screwdrivers and a hammer. Good times <3<3
Enough of that, though, because I hate being irritated and brooding over it.
SO, Friday was otherwise pretty cool. We took an old keyboard, begged some ethanol from a science tech and (armed with a fire extinguisher) went out to burn it. At first the ethanol didn't seem to be catching, and we were getting stupid little flames that did nothing, but then this little inferno started behind the keys and everything began to shrivel up. Needless to say the extinguisher was needed.
And what did we learn? We learnt that flames from ethanol are clear, that keyboards DO burn, and that Jemma is a pyromaniac.
Then we had fun disembowling a computer stack and ripping out the circuit boards with 2 screwdrivers and a hammer. Good times <3<3