A lovely two days in the midst of April Break.

So we've caught April break in it's most crucial time, (the middle) in which people either do absolutely nothing or positively everything. I chose everything, a wise choice, considering most of my vacations are spent doing the former option.

TUESDAY: Of COURSE Michael came over! Hoo-ray! Every since he became a working stiff,* Mike and I have had less time to hang out. I feel just a little proud that he seems to be using most of his free time to hang out with me, in contrast to Steve. Victory? Any-who.

We began, by making a fire in the little fire pit, training it to viciously devour and incinerate scattered sticks turned up by the snow, and cardboard from the barn (which I cleaned out the day before). It became pretty epic and large at one point. One person (Mike) was assigned to get boxes, and throw them in the fire as hard as they could, because it looked awesome! The other (me) was assigned to look extremely handsome** and poke and prod at the fire to make it more combusty. It freakin' melted my face off. Anyway, with mass amounts of cardboard and paper, where were parts of the fire with dense, burnt paper, that wasn't fully burnt. Just at the edges. These dense clumps of paper were just storing heat and, as many of you probably know, when REALLY HOT THING is exposed to oxygen suddenly, it combusts in a fashion that can only be described as an EXPLOSION! Now that all sounded sciency-ish and all, but really, I was finding these spots and HITTING THEM WITH A STICK. It would create small VSHWOOMS of explosions that looked cool. I have picture of large fire, and a video of me trying to get it to explode, and failing. It's just me hitting a fire with a stick. Until Mike decides to ask me to hit a part of the flaming ashes at him, to which I oblige. These pictures/videos should be on Facebook in the morning at least. The day isn't even OVER!

This next part requires a bit of backstory. Mike, since Elementary school has had a small utopia of junk, assembled in a grove of trees to create a fort. Over the years, I've contributed so much to the construction of this place, it's not even funny. if you ind it funny, that's fine though. It's not like I'll be offended. I might even laugh with you... ANY-who. This land is so appropriately named after Mike, and called: Migolia. Migolia is a big part of both our childhoods, and while not much, was still one of the main places we hung out at his house. Always building, and expanding. I tried to make my own land of junk in a grove of trees at my own house too. It failed, because my parents are TOO good at throwing away junk. Well, recently, Migolia was demolished, because Mike's parents are renting out half the house again, and they need the place to look good. We relocated Migolia to the heavily woodes area BEHIND his house. A big change from MigoliaOne. MigoliaTwo, if smaller, however built in a really cool place next to a GIANT tree, that was completely uprooted due to erosion, and tipped over. Tarps create a roof for the main area, and we're still expanding now, from scratch. Mike and I decided it was time that I build my own kingdom in the woods of my home. We had tried this once before, howver we didn't try very hard. On that very Tuesday, we decided that the Kingdom of Lewisiana*** would live once more! Clever name, yeah?

Well, again, we don't have a lot of junk, but having just cleaned out the barn the previous day, I knew of a bunch of stuff that we planned to throw away, including an entire frame for a bed, a tarp, and a few other things. I found this beautiful little secluded open space, completely surrounded by trees, save one small path. It's honestly perfect. I feel like a kid again! It's on the edge of the deep woods, and the only open entrance to the place is very long and winding, and doesn't allow immediate visibility to the main area. It has several small alcoves where building has begun, and will continue to branch out from there. It also contains a second alcove, that's even more hidden, but much smaller. I'm wondering what to use that for. I'm open to suggestions. So far, in one alcove, we have two lawn chairs, underneath a roof, at a sharp angle. I owe that bit of architecture to Mike's mind. Anyway, tomorrow will be a solo search for junk that I can use, and hopefully more building! OH! I'll make a diagram!
WEDNESDAY: The next day, since Mike's parents were being weird about Mike getting over being sick, he didn't sleep over as he normally does, but came over early the next day. We didn't do much, until we decided to make money, depositing a years worth of can and bottles at price chopper. We filled up four shopping carts with bags of bottles n' such. It took us quite a while to do, with the end result being fourty dollars! We split it, and we were happy. With a little extra cash in my pocket, Mike and I ventured off downtown, to meet up with Maria, Megan and others. After a fun water balloon fight, we got pizza, hung around, and I bough comics with my money. Almost done with Naruto. Maria and I went to this fairly cool Seminar on Glaciation in the Albany Museum with my mother and her colleague. Both Maria and I, tuckered out, and desperately wanting to go to bed, do not. I'm certainly not asleep, and I doubt she is. However, I am ending this post, feeling quite accomplished over what I have done over the past two days.

*I am NOT a working stiff, because I technically volunteer. Although I volunteer quite a bit, and it has gotten in the way of my social life, to the dismay of Mike, it the past. Condensed: I'm being a Hippo-Crate.

**I SUCCEEDED

***Pronounced like Louisiana, the state.