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Date Posted: 00:17:07 03/23/03 Sun
I've no where else to put this, seeing as how it's what..almost 2 am sunday, and I just got home. where to start...well, might as well start with friday. And I've only got one word to say:
Wow.
Cirque Du Soleil. That's how friday was spent. You never really realize how cool that shit is until you see it live.
The contorsionist, oh my god. The ways she made her body bend. Shit, that just ain't right. I'm watching this and thinkin' ouch.
Saterday started just same ole. get up, go eat, run around doing arrands. just a kinda blah way to start the day. 4ish rolls around and we're headed to downtown. City never changes, no matter how long it's been between vivists downtown. just....blah. Anywhoo, we go to the Speghitti Wearhouse. Go figure what they serve there. We stay there and meet this group that Josh's mom's paying for (yay free ride) and i go to little girls room (like you need to know this) and when I come back, the lady that was taking mom 2's money looks at me and I swear to god she hit the nail right on the head.
She says to me "You're shy, when it's to new people and things. You're smart, maybe not in ways some people might think, but you think in a way they don't, so it makes you smart, and you've got a high psychic ability. You're also very mellow, but you're quite dangerous if you're pushed too far."
All I can do pretty much is stare at this woman and kinda nod my head. No little, "let me stroke your hand to arouse your inner thoughts" crap, no miss Cleo stunts either. She just -looked- at me and in about five minutes summed up everthing Josh had to dig around for for about three years.
Yes, I'm shy. I hate talking to large groups, standing in front of them. I have a bad bad case of stage fright.
Yes, I'm mellow, and I'm very hard to anger. But when you do watch out. It won't be pretty.
A high degree of psychic ability i'm not too sure of, but I know i have the capabilty of being psychic. deja vu sucks, let me tell you. I'd prolly be better if I knew how to meditate, and exersice it.
The whole "way you think" part threw me off. I'm all thinking, 'holy shit, how does she know that' because she came right out of the blue and whammo, this is you. Fuck. And she was doing this free mind you, I'd be dumbfounded to see what she could pull out of me if I really did call her up and pay that $60 per hour for her "services". Shit, if I want my palm read, I'll go down the street to the 5 buck lady. or better yet, wait till ren-fair comes back and get starla to do it for free!
Yes, I do think in a very strange way, which I won't discuss here, because i'm tired and dun wanna. Ask me again sometime, if I remember how to explain it.
Anywhoo, enough about the psychic lady, who's name I can't remember but was simalar to cresant. cashada maybe i don't remember.
back to the story.
this tour was for ghosts. yes, one of those, lets charge you out the ass to spend five hours dragging your asses all over houston! ok, no big deal. we were handed our little energy finders and sent with our cameras to tra la la across the top floor of the resturatant. Then to the cemetary. It was cool. Some of the grave stones had faces -on them-. Then to the pub, where William was kind enough to show his face on a board, grinning at us with delight as we followed him all around the bar with the little energy finders. Then to the library, closed of course, but Mr. Jacobs was out by his tree, his little orbs floating all around. we got some good pictures of those orbs.
The last place.....aaah, the last place was an old, shut down hospital from the late 1800s. Built on a cemetary. Mistake number one. The fire department built a supply building across the street from it. Still...one cemetary. When they built the supply place, they were still digging up bones. And playing football with a few skulls of kids, you know, yellow fever and coliera were bad back in the 1800s. No respect. They got reemed for it. But still built their supply house. mmmmhm. Yea, makes sence to me.
You remember me talking about psychic ability? Yea. I found out it works. But not the best place to find out it works is on the grounds of a closed hospital that houses a bunch of fuckin' angry spirits. Yes it was a bit chilly tonight, but I was -=not=- shivvering from the cold. It wasn't that cold.
Guys, I've never -never- been so fucking terrified in my life. None of this bad energy was directly toward me (mostly at the young fucks that thought it would be cool to slip past the no tresspassing sign posted on the fence topped with barbed wire to sneak a peek inside this run down and very dangerously wracky looking hospital...and then the cop just tells them all come out, and go home, then leave. I bet as soon as he was gone they went back in. ugh.) Anyways. I didn't leave this place as lively as I had arrived.
It felt like my own personal energy was sucked out of me, leaving me with nothing more than a shell filled with a pit of dispair in the pit of my stomach that makes any little smell of food the most horrid thing you could ever smell. I left that hospital feeling as sick as the people that had gone there to die when that place was still open. Fun fun.
I am not going back there.
So right now, i'm drained, and i'm tired. and I'm sorry. to everyone, especially john, if I came off sounding bad in that short rant post. I've not had the best week, and even though the weekend had made up for it, this ghost hunting expedition has me feeling about the same level as way back when, when Kiro was fucking with me. Yea, about that level. So for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I think I'll go to bed about now.
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