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Justin, Humbert, Biggers, John, and I have been trying to make a foam machine. Justin wants to have a foam party so we have been doing some preliminary testing on the machine.

First, we tried to blow air through a screen covered with soapy water with a fan. The air wasn't fast enough, so we got a shop vac and blew air through the screen. That didn't really make much in the way of bubbles either. So we filled a trash can with soapy water and stuck the shop vac attachment in there and turned it on. Oh, it made bubbles! But it made HUGE bubbles. In order to try to make smaller bubbles we tried other combinations of screen, trash can, and shop vac. The last one we tried gave us something like what we wanted. We put the shop vac in the water, put the screen over the can and turned it on. The bubbles that were too big were broken/stopped by the screen. The small bubbles passed through and sat on top of the screen. Sort of what we wanted, but very inefficient and also the bubbles were very wet.

Today, I made a venturi to try sucking soapy water into a stream of air in hopes of making bubbles. I think now that we will need to add a screen to the venturi, either right at the water entrance to the venturi or at the exit of the venturi. We shall see after tonight's testing.

Lastly, Dr. Midgley is REALLY starting to frustrate me. He is running out of time before his rejections of student welcome turn the students past the point of no return. Much more and he will be an enemy with no chance of return.

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My brother is out. He can not play basketball anymore. Tomorrow he gets an MRI on his back because his legs and arms have been numb. He has had more than 5 concussions that we know of in his 4 years of playing basketball in high school. He puts all of his heart into the game for himself, for his dad, for his coach, for his team. He often seems to get so very little in return. His coach bitches at him after games for doing the wrong things even though Kurt only played for about 30 seconds in that game, not even enough time to screw ANYTHING up. He got no love from his team. He was in a car accident, one which was not his fault. He was stopped and someone rear-ended him. Instead of asking him if he was ok (which he was not) they made fun of him for having been run into. Obviously dad loves him. Sometimes I worry about the image that Kurt got from my dad about basketball though. I think that Kurt probably recieved an image of exaggerated importance of the game and his participation in it. Perhaps I am wrong and he just REALLY enjoyed it but the words I have heard him say for the past year or two about basketball, they all led me to believe that he had started to hate the game, that it was a chore. I felt sorry for him. I wanted to tell him to quit, to relieve himself of all the stress. But I didn't want him to give up on something that may have been his dream, to finish playing basketball. And I think it was part of his dream to finish playing basketball with the SJJ team because they really were very good and he really likes the game of basketball. And much of the team's greatness was his doing. He was not one of the starters, not one of the all-star players. He was, however, the one who pushed those star players in practice to work so damn hard. He was the one who would make them angry when he shut them down in practice. He would challenge them with his tenacity and his competetiveness. And now his arms and legs are numb and he has to get an MRI of his back or neck or something. I'm so pissed off. I'm angry at the pain, physically and emotionally that this sport has caused my brother. I'm very, very angry at his coach. Several times when I was home with my family, I wanted to go into the school and punch his coach in the face. I wanted to so very bad. Obviously I would never do that, but damn it, I wanted to. He is a collosal prick. ARRR. This game could have ruined his life forever.

The other day, Alex and I went for a walk and we spent probably close to twenty minutes just laughing our asses off, throwing snowballs into the stream. It was so much fun. She has also been teaching me to play the piano. I am very greatful and I very much enjoy learning from her, but I don't like playing in front of people when I suck as much as I do. Even when it's Alex and even when she keeps saying she thinks I'm doing well. Thanks honey! =D Anyway, its sleepy time. Goodnight world. Life is good. Life is great. Life is tremendously fabulously wonderfully amazingly fantastic.

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