December 2006



MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!!

I went to my grandma’s yesterday for Christmas, today I opened presents with my mom, and tomorrow I’m going to my aunt’s! I can’t wait for tomorrow… it’s always fun. I miss my family!!!

Aww.. how sad….

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 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 house hold, that comes to 108 million homes, presuming that 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 he travels 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 on to 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 now 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 poky 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 the “flying” reindeer could pull ten 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). 600,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance – this would heat up the reindeer in the same fashion as aspacecraft 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 vaporised within 4.26 thousandths of a second, or right about the time Santa reached 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 centrifugal forces of 17,500 g’s. A 250 pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) 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.

When you find yourself
in some far off place,
And it causes you
to rethink some things.
You start to sense
that slowly you’re becoming someone else
And then you find yourself.
When you make new friends
in a brand new town,
And you start to think
about settling down,
The things that would have been lost on you
are now clear as a bell.
And you find yourself
That’s when you find yourself.

Well you go through life
so sure of where you’re heading,
And you wind up lost
And it’s the best thing that could have happened.
‘Cause sometimes when you lose your way
it’s really just as well.
‘Cause you find yourself;
That’s when you find yourself.

When you meet the one
you’ve been waiting for,
And she’s everything
that you want and more,
You look at her
and you finally start
to live for someone else.
And then you find yourself;
That’s when you find yourself.

We go through life
so sure of where we’re headed,
and then we wind up lost
And it’s the best thing that could have happened.
Sometimes when you lose your way
it’s really just as well.
Because you find yourself;
Yeah that’s when you find yourself.

well, besides the whole getting married part..

So the semester is almost over. When did that happen? it’s weird.

I dont have much time to write anything because I have a final in 40 minutes. Why aren’t I studying, you ask? because it’s English, and we have to write an essay, and you can’t really study for things like that. I took my history final this morning… it didn’t seem too bad I guess. I hate history though…in more ways than one.

hmmm… we have furniture in our apartment now! It’s pretty hot. Pictures will be coming soon…. maybe. maybe not. I have to move all my stuff Wednesday and I’m not even packed. but it shouldn’t take too long. I’m done with finals tomorrow so I can spend all night packing if I need to.

Okay, well I feel kind of bad just sitting here when I have a final soon…so I’m going to go pretend to be productive. it’ll at least make me feel better…. haha.

maybe i’ll write more later.

Monday
• Variety Show meeting at 7:00
• go to the store

Tuesday
• New Member test review at 7:00
• GO Trip meeting at 9:00

Wednesday

Thursday
• church at 7:30

Friday
• College Group Christmas Party at 7:00
• KD Christmas Party at 9:00

Saturday
• Senior Pass-it-Down at 8:00?

Sunday
• Mother/Daughter tea at 3:00