Miles built the syringe on Monday night, so we actually now have something to show for all our hard work, wink, wink! Samara and I for some reason keep putting off writing the stupid measurement line text. The measurement text really isn’t stupid, but Samara and I are for putting it off! Anyways, I still have to write my short story that is really stressing me out; Samara has made a materials list for Thursday. Ok, let me explain. As you know, we are having an art exhibit event all day at Seaport Village tomorrow, so we have no class time to work on this project. Thursday is going to be our hardcore working day. This is what we are planning on doing. First, we have to figure out a way to cover the body of the syringe so that it is smooth surface. Thoughts that have come to mind have been to use adhesive spray and teacher butcher paper, and plaster has also been brought up in conversation. So whatever we plan on doing, were doing on Thursday. Samara has a materials list that she made today and this is what it says in this order:
Adhesive spray
Silver spray paint
Sand paper
Clear label
Paint
Samara is bragging about her life right now and saying how it is not fair and she wants to “spread out her goodness”. She is also bragging about how she procrastinates, but still gets her work done in the morning and get this, she still gets A’s. Please Spencer don’t fail her after this blog because she will be sad. Back to our project, so according to Samara’s materials list we will maybe be sanding the syringe be and painting it. Samara is going to be rock star or a rapper. But most likely a rapper because they require less musical talent. Well, she can be a bad rock star and become an infamous rocker. Back to our project, I really don’t have anything else to say that you might find interesting, so I will end this lovely blog now…well almost.
P.S. Samara has fallen off her rocker..hahaha get it, today.
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Thanks for posting the materials list on your blog. It was easier to find than the on in the black hole of my backpack.
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