Brother came home, new car, one more week...

What more can you ask for? Other than having vacation start now...I have 4 tests this week, and I'm not sure how I'm going to go about studying for all of them, especially because I have no real frees and the majority of my lunches are spent in club meetings. I'm kind of grateful that I only became officer of one club, because I have no idea how I would be able to put all my officer duties with the obligations of the other clubs. Moving on before this becomes a TOTAL rant...


So this will be a lame blog this time. Sorry guys. Saturday's been real busy and Sunday doesn't seem to have any prospect. So when I came home on Friday evening, a truck rolled up to my house. Apparently, instead of picking me up at school, my parents decided to go to town, buy a truck, and come back, making me waste over an hour on the bus when I could be at home sleeping or doing homework. There's tons of physics aspects in the truck, and cars in general.

The cab has a higher potential energy than the cars my parents have owned before it. This is due to its height off the ground. My father likes trucks because the higher perspective allows him to feel more comfortable at being aware of his surroundings. When the truck goes in reverse, the super awesome feature of the truck is the rear view CAMERA. That way, my father doesn't have to provide a force directed radially inward on his neck to see the back as much, and it'll help to see any potential dangers lurking low behind the truck. The tailgate has two steel cables to attach it to the trunk of the truck, each with equal tensions to hold the tailgate when it is at its released position. And most of all, it provides a radially inward force to keep me orbiting around it, pulling me towards it, and ultimately causing me to give into the "gravity" and drive it.

Of course, I just have my permit, and I haven't taken drivers Ed. And the last time I drove was in a totally different car during the SUMMER. I can't afford to scratch the truck's pretty exterior just yet. Wait 'til the insurance kicks in. But I seriously want to drive it!!! I think I inherited my father's love for V6 gas guzzlers (among other things), and I enjoy that trait :D. Oh and my brother's home from Chicago. I may post a blog about THAT Physics nerd next time.

Yay for a sibling that can actually help me with homework! YAY FOR SHINY TRUCKS!!!

Not sure how to describe this week.

Disgustingly slow? Exhausting and stressful beyond comprehension? A reason why I should not use my phone as an alarm or why I shouldn't just do all my homework before I sleep? A demonstration of why I should not be in Dance 3? Probably all of them. My ability to juggle my school work with after school activities and having to take the bus everyday is weak (which is why cross country had to be put aside this year...). It's not always good when I'm actually a giant procrastinator. Oh well.

Sorry I don't have any pictures. My mother took a couple, but I'm not sure you'd like to see me and a few other people strangling ourselves or doing an oh-so graceful looking plie in second position. You know what I'm talking about. The toilet position.

So during one of the performances, I kept on losing my balance during the double turns, causing me to prematurely stop my turn and land to regain my balance. It could be because the stage was tiny and we needed to do big movements with a group of 40 girls. Having only about a square foot of personal space ain't so good.
It's most likely 'cuz I don't practice my turns though, but all week it got me thinking about center of mass and equilibrium. When I turn on one foot, I go into a state of unstable equilibrium, and any deviation of my center of mass away from the point of support aka my foot would cause me to eat it. Which isn't very graceful. Granted, a song called "Battlefield" usually insinuates jerky movements, but still. I always feel a lot better when I am able to put both feet on the ground, so my center of mass is easier to balance between my two legs. Now if only I had the ability to not trip over air...

Well, at least that nightmare is over for the semester. Now to hula and a demonstration of why I really need to see a doctor for my bum knees.

Yay for stress week number 15 being over! Now to stress week number 16. Are those numbers right?