So yeah (post 2)

This is the introductory page, because starting a first post with some form of introduction is just stupid.

It took me awhile to decide what to write for the first post, but I got round to it with that. I decided to write a Blog because I felt like it.
If you were wondering.

Writing a blog makes me feel like this is the start of my story. Here at this point is where the manga starts, where some power of some sort, supernatural maybe, or something mundane like a government official, comes to my house and tries to take me away for some reason. Then if it was really a manga, some girl with super powers would show up, and stop them from taking me. After that it would be a rollercoaster of disaster from my wildest dreams.

Ha! I wish something like that would happen. Life is boring, and since I'm going to live forever, I will need to either do something new, or change how I think about things. As I've always said, everything is a matter of perception. Death is just another test of will, if you think about it. Take the fact that when your vitals flatline, they use electric shocks to jerk you back to wakefulness. Death is just a reallllly deep sleep. Simply stay awake, and you won't die.

That said, following these rules will cause you to live forever, and things could get boring after a while. My solution to this is to change how you think about things. If it's not fun, then don't do it. Therefore, make everything you do fun. If you are walking home, then feel the wind blowing, or listen to the rain, watch animals or kids playing, or balance along a ledge as you walk. If you're waiting for a bus or train, take something along with you, a book to read, or to write in, a laptop, to if nothing else, play games on. Listen to music. Don't just wallow in boredom and inactivity, that path leads to death.

By the way. If some of this seems choppy, its because someone is watching me and redacting what I type. (<--- more wishful thinking. nothing that exiting would happen to me.)

Is this thing on?

A few weeks ago my house was invaded.

It was quite traumatic.
I covered up the ventilation and the A/C stuffs, but they still managed to get in. Then we had a war. I rampaged through the room killing all I could see, and they suffered many losses. Once it was over I was exhausted.

I had killed no fewer than three of them, and maybe more. Or maybe it was two.

The Vile Bugs had spread everywhere, but I managed to quell their advances. I have only seen them once since, when one lone assassin creeped up on me in a futile attempt on my life. It did not go well for him.