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Psycho knitting thing. stare Don't get me wrong, it's not hard, and it's nice to do, but honestly, I can't stand that my mommy dearest actually bought the thing. I'm actually not half bad at it. I just find the whole thing half-assed, on my part. But I'm making Brittinie a nice scarf for her b-day, and my mom's making me a red scarf. Actually, I never started sweatdrop I fell asleep with the loom and pointy tool in my hands. woke up briefly to move them away from my face, and slept through dinner. Then I got to go to B&N! I got myself a KKJ book and some other book I've seen before. I started that one. It's not half bad.
Boo has a roach right now. Big one, too. He managed to drop it in a cardboard box--for the second time--and keeps jumping in to catch it then jumping back out. And it just escaped its carboard prison. This cat is crazy.
Aww... there was this absolutely adorable little girl today that I had to walk with to her line. She kept looking up at me and smiling. I asked her what her name was, and she said it was Emily. I told her it was a very pretty name. She was so cute. She's the only kid who actually wanted to hold my hand when I walked her over to the line. The rest of them always act like they can't wait to get rid of me. Ha ha, most of the kids only hold my hand b/c someone put their hand in mine. rofl lol, those crazy children at camp. I had to bring this 4th grader over to Father's Yard once. When we got to the street, I checked both directions and then crossed the street. WELL, 10 feet behind me were two more boys, who didn't look, didn't even stop, and hadn't even tried to catch up to me. They almost got hit by a car! I didn't even know they were there!!!!!!!!!! I really wanted to yell at them for not looking before they crossed the street. Hey, if they had gotten hit, I would have gotten in trouble. And I didn't even see them until I heard the car stop. I got lucky. *sighs* One day I'm not going to be so lucky....
omgosh, yesterday, just before I fell asaleep, so in a very sleep-deprived state, I realized why everything, my dreams and stuff, is so haywire around two ppl. Ha, it's because they're mirror images!!!! Umm...how do I explain this...? Ah, okay. Say you've got a line of marker on your cheek, and you look in the mirror to find it. It's on your left cheek. Well, your reflection's marker line is on its RIGHT cheek. Also, the closer to your nose that mark is, the closer the makrs are to being in the same spot. If they're dead-center, then there's no difference.
So, apply that to people. Opposite, but similar. One girl, one boy. Not too much variation in height. Hair...well, it's close enough to be mirror image. BUT the one thing that clued me in was this: in my dream and in reality, the two people approached from OPPOSITE SIDES! It was like looking into a mirror!
Well, there was more to what was going on when I first got it, but it didn't hit me until 10:30. See, we were singing this song with our eyes closed at CCRNO. Simple lyrics "Let it rain. Let it rain. Open the floodgates of heaven. Just let it rain. Let it rain. Open..." w/e, so after 3 or 4 times of singing that, I had it down so well that I was singing without thinking about it. And suddenly, a bunch of images flashed through my mind. All those dreams that came true. Then, side-by-side, I saw my dream and what happened. Dream on left, reality on right. And I realized they were mirror images of each other. But I didn't get that the people were mirror images until I got home. Perfectly the same, perfectly opposite. Dopplegangers!!!!!!!!!! Duh, I am so dumb rofl Took me ages to put the two together. But then since the rest of it kinda jived with reality, I just assumed...But again, it went haywire afterwards. Kyle isn't the one trying not to cut. It's me.
Ha, that explains why it's psycho to figure out who the heck is at the mall. I can't tell. I get the same feeling for both. I'll know the difference in a few months. Doesn't take long. At first, even Patrick gave the same feeling. But after just a few months ((and a run-in or two ^^)) I had the difference nailed. It's not the same anymore.
*sighs* If only it worked at school. But there's too many people to distinguish them. Only people who give off strong "signals" are easy to find. Even then...Ha ha, my special talent, knowing when, like, 8 people are around, specifically. Others, I know someone's there, but I don't know who. Ha, even within those 8, 5 are the same, to me. But even if I can separate some of them, it'll be impossible with at least 2, if not 3, of them. Simply because they're not people I plan on ever running into again. Or seeing.
But I'll say this about those "strong signals": it's based off strong emotions, not necessarily directed at myself. Though, I could find one person, originally, from an imprint off someone else. Now, that person has less of that and more of their own. Hate is so strong, I can feel it even when that person isn't there. Ah, I need to remember something to do with T@Cle.
"Wherever you go, whatever you do, don't live a whatever life."
~nepie
 nepie · Tue Jul 18, 2006 @ 03:16am · 0 Comments |
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