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| nobody really uses xanga anymore, but psh, like i care. i'm bored so i'll write stuff...yayyyy!
sooooooooo high school. yeah. it kind of started yesterday? idk. so far my classes are decent and i pretty much have friends in each class, so it's ok. and lunch...there's a lotttttttttt of good shit. but i must control my appetite so i don't spend like $10 a day, which i easily could do. today felt like it took FOREVER. it was prolly cuz of ac lab, which consisted of me playing games on my calculator (i still can't beat that pegs game, dammit.), listening to my iPod a bit, and cursing myself for being in biology. why am i so dumb? why am i like the only person ever not in accelerated biology? GOOD QUESTION. and i'm in geometry, when i know that my dad wishes i was in advanced algebra. sometimes i think the worst day of my life was the day i was classified as gifted. aaaaaaaarg. TOO MANY HIGH EXPECTATIONS. but back to high school: honestly? it's not that different. everybody acts the same, just we have more homework. and have a diff. schedule. that's, like, it.
ANYWAY. so, marissa gave me her old copy of "the perks of being a wallfower" and i read it and it's my favorite book everrrrrrrr. just a *little* bit above "prey", "deception point", and "the blue nowhere". it's so good! gah!
next friday i won't be in class. 7 am sharp we're leaving to drive brittany up to st. olaf - "we" being my dad, stepmom, mom, britt, and i. yiiiiiikes. in one car! i suppose it's nice cuz mom can save gas money, but idk if ill make it alive. i'll prolly be in the back with all the luggage like when we used to drive to TN in the 4-runner. i can barely remember the last time we drove ANYWHERE. we fly all the time now...gahhhh. but yeah. so when i come back tuesday after labor day weekend, just know i may be a bit awkward all week since my fashion advisor, consultant, hairstylist, makeup artist, advice-giver, guide, and big sister will be GONE. i seriously can't believe she's in college already. WHERE DO THE YEARS GO!?
well, jin jin is begging for my attention, and i can't refuse a scruffy lil' furball like her.
luuuurve,
maddi.
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| So.
The past few days have been realllllllly hard and I've barely been home, but now it's all okay. It's just...these next few weeks are gonna be TOUGH.
I'm getting my hair cut soon - not anything drastic. & I wanna get highlights. yeppppppppp.
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| There are approximately two billion children (persons under 18) in the world.
However, since Santa does not visit children of Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, or Buddhist (except maybe in Japan) religions, this reduces the workload for Christmas night to 15% of the total, or 378 million (according to the population reference bureau).
At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming there is at least one good child in each.
Santa has about 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming east to west (which seems logical).
This works out to 967.7 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with a good child, Santa has around 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, hop out, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left for him, get back up the chimney, jump into the sleigh and get onto the next house.
Assuming that each of these 108 million stops is evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false, but will accept for the purposes of our calculations), we are not talking about 0.78 miles per household; a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting bathroom stops or breaks.
This means Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second - 3,000 times the speed of sound.
For purposes of comparison, the fastest man made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a pokey 27.4 miles per second, and a conventional reindeer can run (at best) 15 miles per hour.
The payload of the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium sized LEGO set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying over 500 thousand tons, not counting Santa himself.
On land, a conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that flying reindeer can pull 10 times the normal amount, the job can't be done with eight or even nine of them -Santa would need 360,000 of them.
This increases the payload, not counting the weight of the sleigh, another 54,000 tons, or roughly seven times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth (the ship, not the monarch).
A mass of nearly 600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as a spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere.
The lead pair of reindeer would absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy per second each. In short, they would burst into flames almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms in their wake.
The entire reindeer team would be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reaches the fifth house on his trip.
Not that it matters, however, since Santa, as a result of accelerating from a dead stop to 650 m.p.s. in .001 seconds, would be subjected to acceleration forces of 17,000 g's.
A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim considering all the high calorie snacks he must have consumed over the years) would be pinned to the back of the sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force, instantly crushing his bones and organs and reducing him to a quivering blob of pink goo.
Therefore, if Santa did exist, he's dead now. MERRY CHISTMAS!!!
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| Some people do it exclusively through love. Some have children and have a place in their hearts for them. Some people find something they really love to do and do it as their profession. Some people never really get it.
Maybe it's just because I'm hesitant to trust people other than myself, but I know how I wanna do it. I want to fill it all up with my passions - and just add on when other things come in. I don't want my whole life to be about something and have it all fall apart in an instant. There's always opportunities to act, right?
Well, that's just maddi's crazy rant of the day.
But yeah, I'm gonna take voice. & I'm gonna start auditioning for community theater. Even though I know it could lead me to nowhere, and that I could end up on the streets, fuck it. I'm 14 and already I have dozens of regrets - not pursuing acting can't be another one for me. I want to go with it and follow my dreams. Here's a quote I saw today - "If you knew you could not fail, how far would you go?" I want to go as far as I can. At the same time I'm terrified of wasting my life, but I've gotta go for it. I mean, just once, I'd like somebody to tell me (somebody experienced in theater) that I can do it. That I'm amazing. That I've seriously got talent. I am scared to keep going and find out people were only being nice when they told me I could do it. But I've got to get past that and keep going. I don't know, the past week or so, I've just totally changed my outlook on life - for ze better.
Anyway. I was looking through my first album on facebook and I was like DAMN. Everything seemed so different then. Gah. It's just all so...weird.
And then I'm going to effing high school. God, I can't believe it!!! It seems like yesterday that I just met everybody at the middle school. Oh, and I reallllly wanna get my hair cut & dyed/highlighted. Nothing drastic. Haircut - a bit shorter, just get rid of all the split ends and make it do something other than look gross. Dyed/highlighted - TEMPORARY ONLY, I don't have the $$ to maintain other stuff, but if I dyed it it would be just another brown (NOT reddish, too many people have it now) but something that looked better, and the highlights wouldn't be bleach blonde or anything. Just subtle to make me look...better. I don't know, just thinking out loud here.
I dunno. Anyway, I'm up in MN, I'll be back Tuesday. & in half an hour I get to go see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat onstage for the first time. (it was red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and beach and ruby and olive and violet and fawn and lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve...at one point i had every single effing color in this thing memorized. you think i'm kidding.)
<3,
maddi.
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JESUS.
For a high school production that was AMAAAAZING. They had two narrarators, which was weird, but the guy who played Joseph was pretty good. & then these backup chicks...OH MY GOD. Like, they hit every high note - and those get really high. And the 11 guys who played the brothers...oh man. There was this one guy who uber stuck out - he was cute, could sing, act, AND dance. There was this one point where he did this jumpy thingy and I was like ASKDJFLKSDJF. I was kind of tempted to go up to him afterward and get his number... but I didn't. (jayyy kayyy. he was too old for moi.) The only downer to the entire production was since it was set in Egypt they were all barefoot except for the little kids. I was extremely grossed out. Just...ick. But it was great for m'first time seeing it onstage & I love ranting about it on Xanga because I get it all out and then nobody has to listen to my rants about musicals which no one cares about. Mmkay.
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| Holy fuck.
So, uh, WeLoKi was pretty much awesome. Apparently it wasn't as good as the last few years but I liked it...at times I was bored but I really did have a good time. & a lottt happened.
Oh & apparently my audition camp got cancelled...half happy, half not. So...yeah. I'm too lazy to write more (or just plain EXHAUSTED) but yeahhh. Talk to me laterr. Thursday I leave til Tuesday for Minnesota...& this Tuesday I'm working but other than that I'm open & more than likely bored.
Love you all.
<3,
maddi | | |
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