What interesting title shall I create for this blog entry???

Woops. I already created it. Isn't it clever? I know I am just so ingenius to come up with such original titles.

Yeah well today I worked on building the catapult with my father and brother for my physics class. It was frustrating!! The damn wood kept cracking and the nails kept getting uprooted because there was so much tension. Actually first we couldn't even get enough tension, but then my brother came up with this ingenius plan that required two metal torsion springs. my father came up with this plan that had two wooden peices situated around the dowel to guide the arm so it wouldn't shoot all over the place. UURRRGG. I wanted to beat up my science project even though it was my father and brother who did most of the work (hehe I am just not good with building). And when it was really late and we finally finished it to my satisfaction-we had to settle with less than perfect of course-we tested it outside but wow! The tension is soo huge that there was no way we could push the arm back the whole way without cracking the wood. I have to settle with pulling the arm back half way, but it does fly! I just need to learn how to aim with it. It's really cool looking. The arm is disproportionately long(like three times the height of the entire base) and it has got cute, little minny wheels. Plus, I decided to decorate it with my green permanent marker by drawing leaves on the wood.

Yeah well, I had to forgo trick or treating with my friends for this science project. Yes I will probably trick or treat well into my adulthood. You see, once I feel like I am too old (when I am older than 25), I will have little children and I will go trick or treating with them. And after that I will go with my grandchildren, and if I live to a ripe, old age, I will hobble along on my rusty joints with my great grandchildren to go trick or treating. I see no end in sight for me when it comes to trick or treating.

What kind of old woman will I be? I imagine I will be funny, happy, wise, compassionate, and sprightly. I will rejoice in embaressing my grandchildren and great granchildren by wearing bright pink outfits and adorning myself extensively in gaudy, colorful accessories. I will laugh outloud at the lamest things and root loudly for them at their games and special occasions. I will make them tell me who their crushes are and try to hook them up. I will tell people cute stories about them when they were little. I will break out into dances and songs in the most random of locations. My grandchildren and greatgrandchildren will love me to the tips and the bottoms of their vast hearts. I will be their silly but understanding and intelligent grandmother and great grandmother. Wow! Think of the day when people will live to see and know their great great grandchilddren. Certainly, the average life expectancy for humans is still rising.

Anyways, I really need to go to bed because I have school tomorow. I also a lot of business negotiations and scholarship responsibilities and schoolwork to complete tomorow. I love Mondays. They are my family's day off work. They are very grand. I used to use Mondays for recreation and family outings. Now, Mondays are perfect days for getting more work completed. Yes, well, that is the life I set up for myself. I know that I can just sit back and go to a nice state university like University of Michigan Ann Arbor and enjoy myself and free time more. But I know I can never be happy with that. What is it inside me? Where did all this ambition and need for "greatness" come from? It comes mostly from my past and the way my parents raised me.

How should I raise my children? Like the way my parents have raised me? Continually pushing me forward? Or should I let my kids sit back and enjoy life the way it is? Yeh yeh people say, "Let your kids be who they are and exercise their own passions." But the parents' influence and environment really affect the kid's "passions". Did I just conjure my passion for acheivement from within me naturally, like I was born with it? Obviously not!

Anyways, NIGHT.