  Wow, the update page is all different! *wanders about lost* I suppose this is its way of telling me that I should update more than once a week.
&nbsp; In the last week, nothing worthy of mentioning for more than a brief moment happened. There was a lot of work.&nbsp; Great things did not happen it was all generally boring and depressing and aggravating all at once.
&nbsp; That said, I'm still here, so it wasn't unsurvivable. &nbsp; *switches topics to the great relief of the 0.25 loyal reader* &nbsp; Well all this school is making my brain melt and I think the symptoms are starting to show. Yes, I am aware that this is not a full change of subject. I laughed for rather a long time yesterday at the phrase 'excess aluminium'. Come on, tell me I'm not crazy! Can't you just picture a room full of Very Serious Military Personnel saying "Yes, we have an excess aluminium situation.
Roger. I'm going in. " *cue invisible string orchestra* &nbsp; I think I should just wear a sign around my neck which says "Does not talk unless in the company of good friends and in a rare talkative mood. You are warned not to approach unless the following requirements have been met or you do not object to awkward silences. " I think might solve some problems. Or maybe it would create more. We shall probably never know, since this whole idea is purely hypothetical.
&nbsp; A project for August includes making a website. From scratch. Without the aid of silly 'Page Creators'. Why? To feel superior and special and accomplished. Is it too high a goal? Probably. High goals are good though, cause either you suprise yourself and do really well and achieve your goals, or you don't and you just let something go and feel disappointed.
I suppose that's not that good really. Well, people have selective memories, so... uh.... *prays the selective memories will prove useful for once and people forget the last thing* &nbsp; Hmmm. *goes to get potato chips for a lack of better things to do* &nbsp; My grandpa just told me I look like urlLink Julie Andrews . I am oddly creeped out. (It's the classic Mary Poppins and Maria from Sound of Music for anyone who's unsure. !!! I never realized the only two roles that I basically know her from are variants of the same name!
...creepy.... o_O *dusts of her conspiracy theory book and makes a new entry* Today has not been totally wasted. This is good. ) &nbsp; *launches into discussion of her MSN name* &nbsp; Right. Meket Nephthys means literally "Protected by the Goddess Nephthys". (Random sidenote: I am listening to Egyptian rock music now. Strangely enough, the words are in English.
) There are of course alternate spellings of the name Nephthys. (Nepthys, Nebt-Het, Nbt-Ht, etc...) Now, as to what exactly she is goddess of, there are differing opinions too.&nbsp; My personal favourite is "The Goddess of Death Undying", because it is an interesting paradox. My personal take on that is that it means a goddess of the afterlife, or eternal life. &nbsp; She is the sister of Isis and Osiris and Seth, and some sources name her as the mother of Anubis and wife of Seth.
(It's Ancient Egypt, they married relatives, get over it. ) Also, "Mistress of the House". &nbsp; From urlLink this site the following is said about her: She was the darkness to urlLink Isis ' light, the bareness to contrast her sister's fertility. Friend to the dead, their protector, she was a beneficial deity who offered both guidance and comfort. Although linked with death and decay, she was also a bringer of life into the world, and rebirth into the land of the dead.
Leaving her husband urlLink Set , she became a follower of Osiris and a supporter of her sister. In Egyptian art, the twin sisters were almost always shown together. Great of magic, Nephthys was seen as a good goddess who would give them rebirth in the land of the dead, just as she had helped Osiris to be reborn. To learn more (if you're interested about that sort of thing) go to urlLink one urlLink of urlLink these urlLink links .
&nbsp; Apparently there's a German band called Nephthys. urlLink See? Hey, Ei! I'm asking about the Renn Faire tonight when my Dad calls, but I'm pretty sure the afternoon / evening is better. *nods* Oh, and Reason Number 729 to listen to Tori Amos : She's friends with Neil Gaiman! urlLink See? She talks about him and stuff he writes about in her songs and such. Paul said I could quote him, so here goes.
The problem with all religions is the fact that there is more than one, which suggests to me that none of them are right. And another one. It's probably best if I don't remember anything that I've said. And, since it has been Chemistry for awhile now, and we're starting on gas laws, and did fusion awhile ago, I present the SUN SONG!!! Why Does The Sun Shine? - They Might Be Giants The sun is mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace, where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees. The sun is hot, the sun is not a place where we could live. But here on earth there'd be no life without the light it gives.
We need its light. We need its heat. The sunlight that we see. The sunlight comes from our own sun's atomic energy. The sun is mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace. Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees. The sun is hot. [The sun is so hot that everything on it is a gas, aluminum copper, iron and many others. ] The sun is large. [If the sun were hollow, a million earths could fit inside, and yet it is still only a middle-sized star.
] The sun is far away. [About 93,000,000 miles away, and thats why it looks so small! ] But even when its out of sight, the sun shines night and day.
We need its heat. We need its light. The sunlight that we see.
The sunlight comes from our own star's atomic energy. [Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom-smashing machine. The heat and light of the sun is from the nucleur reactions of hydrogen, nitrogen, carbon, and helium!
] The sun is mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace.
Where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees.
Thats all ladies and gentlemen. 
