Dobby Photo Project

So I guess I'm adding another photo project to my list of things I want to do next year.

--This is Danbo. He's from a manga called Yotsuba, which I've never read, but he's very small and he's become kind of a sensation on flickr. Many more can be found here.

I don't own a Danbo...apparently you have to buy a legit one.
But I do have this thing:

Instead of Danbo, I named it Dobby. So I'll be taking pictures of him doing random things as well, possibly daily, possibly once a week. Eh, we'll see.

As for my crane project, I've decided to take a different crane every day and tie it up wherever I take a picture of it and actually leave it there. I hope people to get mad at me for littering or something.

5 foot 2 and 1/4

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

My measuring thing is off by an inch.
I consulted 3 different rulers to make sure...

I grew an eighth of an inch in the past year.
I'd like to thank junk food, lack of exercise and sleep, and my parents for taping the measuring thing ONE INCH TOO LOWGVAWIOSGHA--

ANGER.

5 foot 3...and 1/4

I am now 5 foot 3 and 1/4 inches tall.
That's 1 1/8 inches taller than I was a year ago.
I'd like to thank my parents, for nagging me to grow taller.
And I'd like to thank Publix cookies for motivating me to drink milk.
Also, I'd like to thank the weird chicken that supposedly has hormones in it to make you grow taller.
I'd like to thank God for having mercy on my 5 ft 2 - ness.
I'd like to thank cheese.
And last of all, I'd like to thank all of those who believed in me that I could grow taller if I tried. (There's not too many of you out there.)


I GREW!

Tweenbot Day 3

Tweenbot is painted.
My dad did most of the painting because he thought something awful would happen if I did it instead.
That's it.
BUT ISN'T IT ADORABLE??
I love tweenbot.
It needs a name...any suggestions?

Tweenbot Day 2

I made the body of the tweenbot.
Let me tell you, do not underestimate how complicated it is to shape/cut/tape/glue cardboard.

The shape is there but I'm going to have to paint it all white to make it look more acceptable. And draw a smiley face of course. :D

Anyways, that's all that has happened with tweenbot. As soon as we stick the parts in and figure out how to make the wheels run smoothly, it will be ready to take Centennial Park/Atlantic Station by storm!
 
On another note, I switched my Facebook language to Leet Speak and I am fascinated.

H@v3 g00d d@yz ftw

The Crane Photo Project

I was looking up photo projects like the 365 project, but I couldn't really find one I really wanted to do.
So I came up with one of my own.
If anyone wants to do it or something similar, feel free and please tell me how it goes! In fact, I'd be really happy if somebody joined in this project with me.

I've decided I'm going to make one paper crane, and each day I will take a picture of that same crane in different places around my campus. I'll - try to - do this for every day of the school year. I wanted to do it so that I'd have to take a picture of the crane with different people each day, but I don't have the guts/don't want to be a creeper. But people are welcome in the shots :D

Anyways, I hope this inspired a few of you. Does anyone want to join me?

HELP ME EAT FOOD

The food-related remnants of last night:

- A tub full of Kettle's Honey Dijon chips, Lay's Sour Cream and Onion chips, and Lay's Wavy Original chips.
- Lay's French onion dip.
- An unopened bag of mint Oreos I forgot to take out.
- An unopened bag of Chip's Ahoy white chocolate/milk chocolate chip cookies
- Watermelon. Lots of watermelon.
- A box of fruit popsicles
- As well as Mayfield snow cream popsicles
- A box worth of Papa John's leftover pizza with the works
- Halves of two different kinds of cake, one homemade and one from Mozart bakery
- A liter of Coke.
- A gallon of Minute Maid fruit punch.
- Half a bag of Jetpuff star-shaped marshmellows
- A tub of mini mint candies.
- A bag of red, white, and blue gummy rings.

Help. Help me.

Tweenbot Day 1

Project Tweenbot is officially being put into motion!

This is a tweenbot.

Long story short, the original Tweenbot was a 10-inch, cardboard, low-tech (and adorable) robot that could only move in one direction. It had a flag attached to it saying where the Tweenbot wanted to end up. It was set loose in NYC, and instead of ignoring it, damaging it, or suspecting the little thing of containing a bomb or something dangerous, the citizens of NYC actually helped the little robot get to its destination, pulling it out of ditches or turning it in the right direction. Against expectations, the Tweenbot ended up unharmed at its goal!

It's an experiment testing the humanity in people, even when they are as busy as New Yorkers, and the results were very inspiring and heartwarming :D

I love this kind of stuff.

Ryan took me to Radioshack, where I was basically 99% useless. So while I was practicing my ice skating lunges in the middle of the store, Ryan, with a call to Henry, figured out what to buy: a motor, battery pack, switch.

We're going to order wheels online and buy a potentiometer, and I'm going to try to make the cardboard body. It looks kind of complicated to me haha...I'm pathetic.

The goal is to finish it before summer ends and let it roam in either Atlantic Station or Centennial Park.

Scenes from Home

So. Here is the Hong family. Look at how happy we children look. And how spiffy my mom's hair cut is. And look how dapper my dad looks in his aviator glasses and suit!

This is how we decorate our house. We're just very creative.

It's  an opera my dad bought from Goodwill. He hasn't watched it, but he's very proud to have it.

This has been on my door for 5 years. I remember when I made it back in 7th grade, on the first night of SSMF. Soooo many good memories followed :D

My previous violin teacher, Mr. Ludwig, gave me these right before I went off to SSMF for another summer. I actually used them in the 4th of July parade. Nobody believed my violin teacher gave me that. BUT HE DID.

One of my old dance costumes that I found particular cringe-worthy.

...but this one takes the cake. We even had hats to match but I lost it.

This is part of a poster of DBSK I got from my friend in 8th grade. I used to be obsessed with them in very unhealthy ways. Micky was my favorite!! Too bad they're all wearing outfits too fruity for words.

I was a Girl Scout for 6 months and sold cookies in front of Walmart and everything. My vest was so heavy because of all the badges I got *sarcasm*.

My stand friend! He used to have eyes but they fell off.

So I put them on my bulletin board.

I made this in 5th grade and was SO proud of it because a fellow 5th grader said if I sold it, I would get $10.

I hate how blogspot doesn't allow you to turn your pictures. Anyways this is Mark Ross's 8th grade award...and for some reason I found it under my bed. I think he was trying to make me feel better about being a loser who wasn't an excellent writer.

So in 8th grade, I spent an entire semester writing a story that turned out to be 120 or so pages. Deanna actually took the time to print it out and made a cover for it and everything and I was soooo happy. It was an awesome present.

To show how riveting the story was.
"Epilouge." ....
"Derrick lived a life of suckyness."

Dear Dad,

I like the way you always tell me to watch out for duck poop every single time when we're at your campus.
I like how you always say no when I offer you food, but look so happy when I tell you I can't finish it and you eat it instead.
I like how you whistle the concerto I'm learning when you do the dishes.
I like your fobby outfits.
I like how you do push-ups and kungfu while you wait for the food to microwave or cook.
I like how you give in to buying junk food and hide it behind the bag of uncooked rice in the pantry so Mom won't find out.
I like how much you enjoy jokes that make fun of George W. Bush.
I like how you are always on my side without questioning me.
I like how you let me follow my dreams and never imposed on me your own dreams.
I like (but sometimes hate) how opinionated and outspoken you are.
I like how you don't yell at me for something I did wrong but already feel awful about.
I like how you like to talk to me about your mom and dad and how much you loved them.
I like how excited you get one somebody tells you that they like math.
I like how you're always shouting precautions to my mom and me as we back out the driveway to go somewhere, and stand there watching us until we've driven off.
I like how even though I must've been the most evil, unbearable daughter to raise, you still woke up every morning and fixed breakfast for me even though I just wanted to eat cereal and could get it myself. And that you always gave me a ride to school even if I spent the whole morning yelling at you for no reason. And how you always wake up at 3 am and check on me (I know this because most of the time I'm only feigning sleep). And sometimes you'll get mad at me and things get broken, but then later, before I apologize, I'll catch you trying to fix it with glue or tape. Or later you buy another one to replace it, and say nothing to me about it. And how you take me to all of my lessons even if that means you have to cancel or reschedule your tutoring appointments. And how you took care of me at home for an entire homeschooling school year and didn't go crazy.
I am going to miss you.
Love, Alice

No words, just look

The Great Ordeal

So I'm sitting here, window browsing the internet for pretty laundry hampers (to satiate my shallow desires), when I get a bite from the DIY bug. Utterly giddy about having a new project, I return to the bead box I positively roared at my parents to buy when I was 7 and only opened twice.

I worked so hard. I strung 89 beads in the matter of 45 minutes while reading WhatClaudiaWore and appreciating the fellow die-hard Baby-Sitters Club book fan's humor.

Do not mock me. I know you are all out there, closet BSC fans. Claudia Kishi should have a fan page on Facebook, and it would say "Recommended pages: Claudia Kishi. Many people who like Lady Gaga like this."

A blurb of Kishi-ness:
Anyway, I wore the coolest tuxedo I'd recently bought in a thrift shop, including a silky, piped shirt and a bright red velvet cummerbund. I removed the shoulder pads from the jacket, which made it really slouchy (I love that look). Then I bought a pair of white socks with silver glitter.

I decided to wear a pair of red sneakers to match the cummerbund. I swept my hair up and fastened it with a rhinestone barrette in the shape of a musical note.

Geezus.

I encountered one bead, which we shall name, Bead from Hell, whose hole was just small enough that the string could fit in but not go through. The Bead from Hell teased and tortured me for about 12 minutes. It occurs to me now that I could've just not used that bead.

I was just about to tie the knot when one end slipped - in the matter of 2 milliseconds - out of my hand and all of the beads fell off. Except two.

Degraded, humiliated, and pissed, I was forced to get on my hands and knees and look retrieve 89 ****ing beads for a stupid project that probably would've turned out really ugly anyways. And yet I decided to go for another attempt. I stopped after I encountered the Bead from Hell...yet again...to blog about the Great Ordeal. And also to show appreciation to the fact that every character in the BSC books has a legit Twitter account. God bless them.