Books.

You know, books are a great metaphor for friendship. You usually find them by coming across them at a shop, or another friend recommends them. Then you start out, carefully treading around each other trying to get each others boundries. You slowly move in with curiosity to see who they really are, and if you actually like them. And most of the time you do. So you two head off together gaining trust and experience. You're consoled by your friend, and by a book. They give you strength when your heart is feeble, they give you love when your heart is broken. They bolster your spirits when your feel weak, and they give you advice when your mind's gone blank. Sure, now and then you may argue. Disagreeing on how things should be done; leaving both parities exhausted. So you put your book to the side for a bit and play some TF2 to blow off some steam. And like a good friend, you'll always pick up a good book again.
The plot rises up, and you're soon engulfed in a massive adventure, the big one. You reach the height of the book and explode. Laughter and sadness and joy and anger all flow into one moment when everything comes together and you and your friend are at the best time of your lives. But then things slow down. And your lives grow on, and away from each other. And then you look at the pages and see the number of pages left shrink. So you talk. Talk about what's going to happen and if everything is going to be alright. And it is. Just you're not going to be with that person anymore. Finally, you break out into tears when you hug your friend and read the last paragraph of your book, before they board the train to forever. They won't come back, they shouldn't come back. Sequels are unnecessary for something as good as that friendship, the most you can do is see each other over coffee and talk about memories. Then you read the last sentence as the train pulls away and watch as it travels into the distance as your eyes move over the final words: The end.

Then you must pick up a new book. And trust me. They're plenty more books left to read, even if they're not THAT book, they're still good ones. Ones with their own plot and flavor of friendship. And they'll end too. But you'll always have the storys you read, they can never take the memories from you. Unless you're apart of some loony government conspiracy or suffer head trauma. In which case you should consult a doctor or perhaps a physiologist.

Ugh... To much to do...

Hello there people-who-read-my-blag. Today I want to give you a list I have in my head of all the crap I wish to do over the next few weeks.

1.Short Animation similar to Turbojuk's Mouse Attack.
2.Finish up my fan fic about LRR.
3.Better blog post then this
4. Add to my *book*
5. Stuff for school that we're doing instead of review.
6. Make a Solar-Jar (this one is more likely*
7. Make a video of my lip-syncing to "Still Alive" or "Never gonna give you up"
8. Burn stuff.
9. Finish My modification for Lego Rock Raiders
10. Piss of a guy at this forum by using horrible grammar and spelling
11. Consider switching blog sites
12. Walk my dawg
13. Moar Modifications of Lego Rock Raiders
14. Declare war on France (ha ha, Just Kidding...)
15. Clean my room

About #11, do you think I should switch to wordpress? Or should I stay here on blogspot? Welp. See you later when I suddenly think of something to say.

Libraries & Museums

First topic we will cover is Libraries & Museums. More or less, places where we store knowledge.
I always liked Libraries & Museums. They always had a mystery about them, like they were places where smart people go to drop their daily knowledge off after a hard day's learning and figuring stuff out. I never knew why people don't go to libraries more. That's where we locally store most public human knowledge. I guess it got beaten by the advent of the internet; which is better overall. But Libraries will never die, oh no no no. There's just something about holding a book in your hands, rather then hurting my eyes trying to read the incredibly bright text, that can't be replaced.
Now Museums are the best. They take the knowledge of the Library, and make it first hand, Or really First Hand*. But I always liked Museums, regardless of how they enforce their no-touch-because-you'll-damage-the-billion-dollar-rock. Though, almost anything over 150 years old bores the crap outta me. No really. We went to a museum about Revolutionary War and the toilets were all clogged after we left.
Books are amazing. I love them. My mother reads them, I read them. They can take my mind anywhere, 20,000 leagues under the sea or to a castle in England to learn Witchcraft and Wizardry. The only thing I hate is when they make a movie from a good book.
Harry Potter 3+ all sucked. They were gloomy, dark, and depressing really. I bet you the darkest moment in Harry Potter 1 is still brighter then the happiest moment in Harry Potter 3.

And Fuck you makers-of-the-Eragon-movie. I lost my faith in the movie world for 3 years after that. Fuck you. FUCK. YOU.

*Touch the glass and I'll blow your fucking head off.