Hello

Hello, my name is Kinth. Kinth Reeth. And I have a question for you. Do you think straight lines are possible? Well, I think they are, but they aren't. If you make the question simple, you can think of it like this, do you think something can be perfectly straight? Think about it. Have you heard of the saying, nobody is perfect? Well, nothing is perfect either. So how can something be a perfect, straight line? Is a ruler really straight? Or does it just look straight to our eyes. Maybe it is not straight, it is just that we don't realize that. This  " | " is not straight. Probably. So, IS there something that is straight? How do you know it is straight? Now do make things more confusing, WHAT is straight? Is straight just a perfect line? Who knows? (Don't say who cares.) There is no straight. When we say straight, we mean, close to straight. Bye
and I'll be back.

Minecraft: PVP WALLS

I waited for Dan to call me. But of course, he didn't. I should of known better than to trust him. I called him literally a billion times and he doesn't answer. He tells he was at Nick's house, playing the walls with his other friends. I got annoyed. A lot. We got one of his other friends, Dec, to play with us. That was the wrong choice. Dec kind of ended up messing the server up. He stopped it and said it was his brother. I didn't think so. Anyway, before the server got messed up, I blew up the place with TNT!!! Afterwards, me, Nick, and Dan decided to play Tekkit. Some mod thing. It was AWESOME!!! We found uranium, copper, sapphire, rubies and a lot of other stuff. Then everything went wrong. Dan disappeared, Nick disappeared. I was confused. They got out of Skype and vanished. I was worried and called Dan. He was getting his hand chopped of- I mean he was getting a haircut?... Nick must of been the same. I got off, and played single player. It was lonely. Yeah.

My Lego HK UMP 45

After a couple weeks of working, I finished my Lego gun. It works and it is amazing. I started out when I saw other people's Lego gun. On their videos on YouTube, they showed the mechanism. I saw how it worked and realized it wasn't very hard. I tried making my own. I started out with a magazine that I ended up improving 3 times. I made the gun and tried to make as accurate as possible. It has mostly what it needs. I made a trigger and a reloading system. :)

Parents Want Perfect

This was a thought I had a long time ago. Why do parents want perfect? Think about the saying, nobody is ever perfect, and then the saying, practice makes perfect. Practice can't make perfect because nobody can be perfect. But still, parents want perfect from kids. The parents get mad when you make a mistake, what about the saying, everybody makes mistakes? They aren't perfect either, they make mistakes too. But still, parents want perfect from kids. Nobody can be perfect, but still, they expect you to to practice until you are perfect at something. But that will never happen. So the parents expect you to do something you can never do. No matter how good you are, you can't be perfect. But why do parents want perfect? One of my theories are that parents regret not working harder when they were young, so they want their children to not regret that too, they work them hard with force. They do it because they love their child, I hope. But I don't think prefect is their intention, it is probably something like very very good. So when my mom works me hard, I will think that she is only doing that because she loves me.

The Horror of Ketchup

When I look at ketchup, I shudder. It makes me feel like throwing up. I don't even remember the taste of it when I think about it. I just don't like how it looks like and feels like. I don't remember even eating it or tasting it either. But when I look at ketchup I cringe. Something about ketchup makes me feel fishy and uneasy. I never thought about the taste, but I am prejudice and expect it to be disgusting. When I was young I ate ketchup once and I insisted that it was hot and I never ate it again. But I don't think of "hot" when I think of ketchup. I think of queasiness. Why am I afraid? I never tried it before, except once. How do I know what it is going to taste like? But once that prejudice wiggled into my mind, I never want to try it. I never go near ketchup. I always stay away from it. But now that I think about it, what if it isn't the taste that I don't like it? What if it is the color? Although I like red. It might be the way it looks too. It can be anything, but I don't like ketchup anyway.  I don't think I ever will try it, but I hope I can get the prejudice out of my mind.

Where Does The Universe End?

If you think about strange things, you may notice some unanswered questions that are, confusing. I have lots of questions that have no answers at all and one of them is, "Where does the universe end?
Well, where does the universe end? There has to be an end of the universe no matter how big it is. It can't go on forever. There has to be a start and an end to the universe. But what is at the end of it? Is there just suddenly a huge white empty spot right next to the endless darkness? What if we sent a human on a super high tech rocket ship to find the end of the universe in the future? Would it be possible? Will there be an end? The universe might be like Earth. The universe can be like a sphere.            The universe might not have an end. You might just keep going around and around. But I think that universe does have an end, but we can't reach it. It is to far and to big for us to reach it. I think that there will just be nothing at the end.

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