Banned

I registered on a site, I won't name which, that has banned me for posting an entry on a new blog about the death of Osama Bin Laden.  The entry appeared on their main blog page and had to have been up there for about twelve hours before it slowly faded back onto the second page of updated blogs or something like that.

So I try and log in again but the site tells me that I will be activated in fifteen minutes.  Fifteen minutes goes by and I try again, this time the site tells me another fifteen minutes.  I try a third time and the same result.  I am guessing that I have been banned from using the site I'm talking about for good.  And, I'm fine with that because the site had little activity anyway.  It wasn't for me and that was something I realised after I had signed up.

Rest in peace, Osama Bin Laden.

Nightmare

Blogs.  You can experience something such as a nightmare and log on to tell the world about it and do it via your blog.  Well, this morning I had what must be the worst nightmare I have ever experienced.

I felt like my arms were being held down, poked with what I thought were needles, I was swearing to this imaginary person who in my nightmare, appeared to be a witch... I mean, I was trying to say these things but the words just wouldn't come out until they did nearer the end.  Very strange.  Just before I woke, I felt like air was being sucked out of me... I could feel the sensation as if a vacuum was inside of me.  Then I woke in a mild sweat but my legs were sweating really bad.

That's some fucked up shit for sure.  I thought,"Whoa, man.".  What a fucking trip.

Nothing to write about

I am looking at my Samsung cellphone, it has a big crack across the screen and I can't show you unless I get another camera to take a photograph.  The damage was done some weeks ago overnight at a sleep over at my parents house and I'm telling you about it now.  Wow, maybe God is like... trying to tell me something.  He is telling me,"unwashedflyer!  If you dare use your cellphone to capture amateur pornography on it I will strike you down where you stand o ye of little faith!".  Or maybe he says this,"So wut you gonna use ya mobile phone to make sum kinda pornographic movie?"... "Kapesh?!".  I don't know what that means.  Yes, my mockery is blatant and after all the crap I have been through, it is fair.

The phone and camera still work fine though.  I had tried to sell this same phone I am talking to you about in I think 2009 for about one hundred dollars but the people who bought it came back, gave it back, had their money given back to them and the phone was kept a secret from me for all that time and during that time I had asked my mother whether it was still in their house and she lied to me and said that it actually had been sold.

That's that.  She probably prayed this morning, too.  Praying to her god.  Well, I'm not stopping her but I don't think I will be any time soon after what I suspect has been an infiltration by the local Freemasons in the area to convince her that she has to, or that its going to help her or me or something.  Maybe these South Koreans I know came in and talked to her?  Fuck knows.  I don't, anyway.  I haven't given up questioning them because if I had the chance, I would do so again.  I feel hurt that they are being taken as fools by doing what they're doing.  I mean, they're my fucking parents!

I read through my earliest entries on this blog and I'm glad that I didn't come across as a complete idiot.  How?  Because I kept those entries quite informal like these ones instead of being the opposite, formal, and preaching on and on about this and that and the fucking other.  I didn't cause the Canterbury/Christchurch earthquake and I wasn't drunk.  Hans Moleman of the earthquake machine did.  God, we're so fucking screwed.

One day and it could be soon, this blog might be finished.  An appropriate way to end it would be by typing up a truthful conclusion to everything I can then closing not only this, but closing that chapter of my life, for good.

Corrections and clarifications

• The Super 15 competition, as I referred to it as the "Super 14", is actually the Super 15.  I was behind in the times.
• The photos I took have still not been uploaded yet, obviously.  Well, they should eventually come.  I have a few of some rather unusual things.  One I just took the other day of an apple that was honestly the biggest apple I had ever seen in my life.  I wonder if the genetic modification of food has crept under the radar in this country?
• When I said "Japanese anime is evil.", I was being sarcastic.  Sarcasm, that is part of my personality, is something that you might know well about me by now.
• I had mistaken the cross (that Jesus had died on then became symbolised) in Penthouse magazine Australia as an expression of faith.  Actually, it was, well, a bit different than that, I think.
• I am thinking about ending this blog and moving on to something else.  I'm sure, that all of my entries have been saved to my secret admirers hard drive and read over time and time again.  I might stop the information flow.  But the information I do provide, is really of little use anyway.  This might change, but I am losing faith in this blog fast.

Spooky

Yesterday morning I woke up to find my garage door unlocked and I had asked myself whether I had forgot to lock it or someone had entered my house, opened a locked door, then opened another door to only psyche me out.  This morning, I found my bathroom door open that I had always made a point to close before I sleep.

Okay.  I'm not afraid of you.  I don't believe in ghosts but I do believe in invisible government types coming inside my home to pysche me out like this.  How else do you explain who you are?  I know I'm a threat, I know that.  But the threat is really you and your elite team of bitches that need to be caught and treated well and truly like a bitch.  Please, I am not angry right now I am quite calm.  And by "bitch", I mean as in an abused dog.

I couldn't think of what else to say other than to insult you.  That's all.

Exercise

For the first time in about four months I finally decided to get off my butt and exercise.  I was only able to cover a kilometre before I gave up and walked.  It didn't help that I had people knowing what I was doing at the time and trying to get at me with their hurtful mind games however I am happy at what I achieved.

Until next time?

Easter

Easter is here once again.  I have said this once on other sites in the past and I will say it again here, Easter is being forgotton time and time again for what it is really suppost to mean, apparently, Jesus rising from the grave.  

Instead, Jesus Christ, for non-believers like me, is replaced by a cheery little bunny with a basket of chocolate easter eggs.  Me?  I don't really celebrate Easter but if I did, I would go on a shopping spree at K-Mart for sweet treats.  But, on the other hand, the believers who are church goers are probably the ones who always point this out, besides me.

Seems to me there are obviously two sides.  And perhaps really Easter means both.  A Christian celebration in a church or an easter egg hunt for children.  Will it always be this way?