Is it just me or am I getting negative vibes from pretty much everyone I know? I’m usually really crapty at reading signals from people though so I dunno.
For instance… a friend I’ve been hanging out with more recently is either subconsciously giving out negative vibes or my vibe-antenna seems to be malfunctioning. That’s stressing me out to no end. A better phrase is ‘it’s confusing me’.
I think highly of that person indeed, so I hope the situation sorts itself out soon. I’m only too aware of how susceptible I am to the actions of people in my life, and I wish I could change that. For now it’s not going to change though.
It feels weird to have a social life now, small as it is. Kenora especially is a bad town for someone like me – I don’t drink alcohol and that’s all most people do, aside from smoking drugs.
I was considering taking a road trip west to visit some buddies, and now I’m not so sure. I’m just not up for going on vacation for the first time in six years, and having trouble for me or anyone else around me.
I damned hate being back on a downer!
One positive note – I finally received in the post the first four series/seasons of Judge John Deed that I ordered from Amazon.co.uk. Took about two weeks for the order to even be shipped, but once it was… it was about ten days to get to me. I’m quite psyched. Fucked up thing is that the DVD’s are Region 1, so I have to use DVDFab Platinum to burn them before I can watch them. Kinda good in a way coz these aren’t readily available if one gets scratched or broken.
You have no idea how much I loathe the Yank’s influence on British culture. The only thing we have in common, aside from economic ties and our sometimes questionable military alliance, is that they speak a silly personised version of English.
Do none of these British wankers in England realise they’ll never be American? What irritated me into writing this was I was watching Craig David on Youtube talking about the making of the video ’6 of 1 thing’. At the end he stuck up his two fingers in the American way of saying ‘peace’. That silly person knows damn well he’s British and it means something else. What’s the deal with trying to act, think and talk like an American? Wannabe punks!
Even when I lived in the States myself, I never wanted to be American and tried hard NOT to pick up any Yank habits.
Another thing that pisses me off… there’s some decent musical artists coming out of the U.K in all different genres… but what irritates me is when some of them start to become commercially successful, they slowly start to change how they pronounce words when they’re singing. Nothing I hate more than a British person trying to sing like a Yank. IDENTITY CRISIS! Just makes me wanna slap someone!
I’ve been reading and browsing more than a few blogs lately of people giving out tips for blogging and earning money.
What’s irritating me about it all is that 99% of them are saying the same crap, and all of it is stuff that is common sense and nothing that any intelligent person wouldn’t know already.
Of course, I would dearly love to earn a wage through blogging and confess to being somewhat jealous of people like Darren Rowse (he’s not part of the crowd I’m referring to though). Obviously his techniques work, but it’s more his readership that I’m referring to. Darren will post a blog about a subject and then he’ll get numerous comments either kissing his ass, or posting exactly what he said but rephrasing it and trying to act like it’s something completely different to what he posted. It irritates me to no end. I’ve posted a few comments asking about it, but so far I’ve resisted the urge to shout ‘STOP KISSING HIS ASS’.
I needed to ask a law enforcement officer some questions about owning firearms in Canada, how they are registered etc. I explained that in theory if I’d gotten a firearm from a friend, who gained it legally how would I go about registering it.. or handing it in until I could get a firearms licence. He gave me a haughty look and said something about do I understand why he would be getting suspicious. I replied that I didn’t… and he brought up what I’d said to a couple of police officers in the Kenora Court House about two days before. Read more...
Today was a big milestone for Nicolas. He spent his first day at school. School started at 0845 and ended at 1520. His teacher is pretty nice. We sent him to Lakewood School instead of Mount Carmel because Mount Carmel’s a Catholic school. Students there are made to go to Mass, the teachers indoctrinate the students to believe that God and Jesus are the only real gods. In religious education there’s a complete concentration on Christianity and there’s no learning about other religions.
If my son grows up to become Christian then that’s his business, but I’m not going to have him unfairly influenced into Christianity like some of his cousins here already are. That’s the good side to Lakewood School… there’s no special religious biased. The down sides are the large majority of kids there are white (Nicolas’s class is evident of this). I’ve seen a lot of racism coming from very young children in this town and I’m afraid that Nicolas will experience it more in Lakewood School. Most of the native kids are getting sent to Mount Carmel. But at least Nicolas’s cousin Talia is in the same school and class, so at least they’ll have someone familiar there with them.
Packing Nicolas’s lunch was an ordeal… 3 sandwiches of bologna, 3 juice packs, 3 granola bars, an apple, banana, 1 fruit cup and 3 sugary snack packs. The locker space is meagre but he’ll have to learn to manage. I was more freaked out than Nicolas was… he just took it all in his stride.
Onto something else… today at work wasn’t good. I got very angry, and somewhat ‘hurt emotionally’ I guess is the correct phrase. The boss doesn’t appreciate my talents. I work extremely hard, and am ALWAYS willing to go that extra mile, always willing to do overtime, and always willing to go over and above.
I’ve been taking various photographs with my new Panasonic DMC-L27 camera. It’s got 7.2 megapixel resolution and a 1:2.8-4.5/6.1-36.6 Lumix lens. It takes very high quality photographs. The options are too numerous to count. Thought it was rather funny that it didn’t have an viewing hole though ha!
Freedom is supposed to be an inherent human right… with or without the United Nations or anyone propping it up as their cause. People are supposed to have freedom before they have anything else.
I simply cannot fathom why ANYONE in any country founded upon the domination and colonisation of the indigenous folk would not want to let them be free, and make reparations. I know why – because white folk just don’t want to lose all their nice vehicles and houses, manicured lawns, thousands in the bank and all the other luxuries this country has afforded them on the backs of genocide.
I’m feeling more and more strongly about this with each passing week as I study more and learn about what’s REALLY happened. I recently copied a text from the United Nations website about the Declaration on the Granting of Independence to Colonial Countries and Peoples. It’s eye opening when you put it into context and see just what Canada, the United States and Australia amongst many other countries are NOT doing.
Half of the problem is that half of the white folk don’t look at it from the other side. The other half of the problem is that the other half do look at it from the other side and don’t do anything about it because they don’t want to.
Admitting that I am prone to fault is hard for me to admit and it’s hard for me to admit that it’s hard for me to admit that. One of my faults is that I get rather angry at asinine people trying to display a level of maturity that is beyond them. I have no illusions about how mature or immature I am… I know what I am and don’t try to change it either way.
But when I get a teen whippersnapper trying to spread a lie about me, it does tend to get my goat. On another forum, a whole bunch of stuff has happened… based mainly around topics I talk about that this poxy little ‘in-crowd’ existing of about four people don’t seem to want to talk about. Some are annoying, some I respect even though I disagree with, but some just plainly make me wanna do something silly like throw this $500 monitor through the window.
I had to write this seperately as I needed a vent.
I’ve been thinking lately about where I want my blog to go. I’ve been looking at www.problogger.net and recently submitted my blog to www.critiquemyblog.com. I even did something which I vowed I would never do and that’s put advertisements on my website. I’m not really sure why I did it… maybe for another source of revenue as I don’t early nearly enough. But that’s not working out so not sure what to do.
I don’t get a WHOLE HUGE amount of traffic. I even briefly considered scrapping it altogether but then told myself I was fecking nuts and cleared that thought from my head immediately. Then I realised… by jove, I actually need my blog. It’s a source of stress relief for me – my style of blogging is quite literally what I am thinking as I think it. Although I can’t put 100% of what I’m thinking on here because of my domestic situation, there is about 98%. So don’t you worry all of you millions that love my blog
it’s not going anywhere.
I’ve created some pages on some subjects I find interesting… such as the Nazi history of the Queen’s husband Prince Philip. Then the page about Michael Abney-Hastings who should be the legitimate monarch of Great Britain.
I often ask myself the question of why should anyone pay homage or revere, or have someone deemed to have a higher social worth simply because they’re related to someone who was a bloodthirsty murdering tyrant in the past? The Royal Family brings in close to one billion pounds of revenue from tourism every year – awesome!
I read a story on BBC News about a Pakistani woman who was boning this guy in England who was married to someone else and had a son. The woman resented the baby as a threat to her relationship and killed him by torture… slicing open his legs so his veins and tendons were showing. The baby had a broken thigh, shin and three broken ribs. This is one of those stories that literally had my pulse racing and made the rage in me fester even harder It’s those sort of philistines that deserve the death penalty by stoning. That stupid bitch would never have done that in Saudi Arabia or in China.. or Thailand. She comes to England to exploit our system of justice and murders a baby and doesn’t get convicted of murder. I don’t care what anyone thinks… I hope a vigilante grabs that woman by her hair one night, wraps it around her neck, ties her to the bedpost and throws her out the window so she hangs herself.
I just almost had an argument on MSN with my sister Marie. It came about when we were talking about guns. I told her I’m going to apply for a gun license on August 1st. Right away immediately she started getting negative and didn’t even want to talk about it. She said that friends of hers had been hurt, shot and murdered by guns. I found the fact that she wants a ban on guns a bit funny because we got into a heated argument the other day about her liking New York saying she could definitely live there. Like HELLO? America? Constitution? Right To Bear Arms? Trigger happy Yanks?
I told her that the firearm would be for hunting deer. I stated that it would be for food, and not for trophies but she still didn’t want to hear it.
I was trying to tell her that hunting is a traditional part of my son and daughter’s cultural heritage. It’s one of the few traditional things that Aboriginal people in Canada can do today. Am I supposed to just stop them practising their culture because of some assholes in metropolis cities all over the world who shoot people out of vengeance or for material gain?
What people don’t understand is that a gun is only dangerous when it’s in the hands of an irresponsible person. It’s the same as a butter knife… a letter opener… or a large dog. If you use it right they’re entirely safe.
What is needed is more background checks, reference checks, character interviews and less restrictions on the good people who need or want firearms for legitimate uses.
Hunting isn’t part of my culture, and it won’t ever be… but it is a part of my children’s. It bothers me that people will look down on me or think ill of me trying to help my children practise something their people have been doing for hundreds of years.
People who want a blanket ban on firearms are either ignorant of the facts or misinformed.
As most people who know me know I’m not a big fan of American culture in general and of the way Americans do most things so I’m not for anyone having a gun for whatever reason. Just the more sensible people having better access to firearms, and looneys not.
I’m not really sure today could be a worse day. Today was my twenty-seventh birthday and it sucked.
I woke up barely being able to see or breath because of my allergies. I had to take half a day off work.
When I got to work my boss was in a pissy mood which I’m getting real sick of. He’s always on the lookout for the tiniest little things and when he finds something he always make an issue out of it. The problem is I REALLY love my job.
I’ve misplaced my cell phone which means someone probably stole it. I lose a lot of stuff so I’m not sure if I left it somewhere or if someone ripped me off. I’m going to see if I can get one of those mp3 cellphones. I can use that while I’m at the gymnasium lifting weights.
I thought that today I’d be able to do whatever I wanted without stress from anyone, simply because it’s my birthday, but I was wrong, wasn’t I?
Someone on Yahoo! Messenger asked me today if I was thinking of suicide yet. I was amazed they’d asked.
I wish I’d gotten to speak to my sister or Susie today. That would’ve at least made things bearable.
Severe depression is the word of the day.