hopefully this will work.
Thursday, February 20, 2003
Sunday, February 09, 2003
i just realized this afternoon that i am psychic. i have the remarkable ability to read minds. unfortunately, i am only able to exercise this power over very short distances, and only while i'm asleep.
right now it doens't take a psychic to realize what you're probably thinking. you're thinking "this is silly- this girl cannot read minds while she's asleep." well, let me provide some evidence for the truth of this claim. i have only 2 examples to provide when DID in fact read someone's mind while sleeping, but i think if i slep near other people more often and if i remembered my dreams more often, i would probably have a lot more proof to back up my claim.
Case 1: some months ago, i was over at my aunt's house in Grand Rapids for the weekend. i was sleeping alone in Jessica's room, while she was sleeping out on the couch in the family room (i didn't ask her to give up her bed, but she felt like it for some reason). anyways, she has an orange cat that is really friendly and sweet. earlier that night, i was playing with the cat for like an hour or something. during that time, i undoubtedly formed a strong rapport with the cat. the next morning, i was lying in bed sleeping, but i was in the light stage of sleep when you're going to wake up pretty soon. i was having this dream about somebody being stuck behind a door. i couldn't see who it was, but i could hear a voice saying "i'm stuck behind this door- somebody help me- i need to get out through this door- help me get through this door..." over and over again. gradually as i awoke, the sound of the voice in the dream blended with the actual sound i was hearing in real life- the cat was meowing loudly from out in the hallway. i got up, and opening the door to Jessica's room, i saw out in teh foyer that the orange cat was in front of the sliding glass door, looking out longingly and putting his paws up on the glass.
i think it's pretty obvious what happened. i clearly must have read the cat's mind while sleeping. so NOT only do i have the ability to read minds, but i have the ability to interpret the thoughts of an entirely different species. pretty cool, huh?
I had all but forgotten this entire episode until i had an eerily similar experience earlier this afternoon. Which brings me to,
Case 2: Earlier today i was lying on my bed napping in the afternoon sunshine. I had awoken at one point, still felt drowsy and slipped back into that nether-state somewhere between sleeping and waking where it's difficult to tell if i'm dreaming or not. it's like i'm just awake enough to realize i might be dreaming. at one point as i was laying there, i thought i heard someone open my door (my door has a bell hanging on the knob for just this purpose- i don't particularly like to have people sneak up on me) gently. i thought i heard my mom whisper softly "Laura, are you awake?" and i thought "Um... I don't think so..." naturally, i didn't respond in any way; not so much as a flutter of an eyelid. When i'm in this state of half-sleep, i can sometimes hear things that are going on around me, but i'm completely unable to respond. in fact, it's a little creepy, because i might think of moving in a particular way, or i might even think i have moved, but in actuality i'm just laying there completely still. i can't even open my eyes. it's a little bit freaky, and i suspect the problem lies in my inability to tell with certainty whehter i'm awake or asleep.
anyways, later after i had awakened, i asked my mom if she came to my room and asked me if i was awake. she said that she had in fact come and opened my door, but she looked to see if i was awake without saying anything. it appears unmistakable that i must have read her mind. after all, what clear thought WOULD she be thinking at that point, other than "are you awake?" she just didn't vocalize the thought. in my sleep, i KNEW she was there, and i KNEW what she was thinking.I
i feel i've presented some compelling evidence of my own heretofore unknown psychic abilities. if i could somehow harness these powers and use them WHILE AWAKE, the results could be impressive indeed. in any case, the situtation merits furhter investigation. indubitably, there is but one way for me to explore my theories further. i have to SLEEP ALL THE TIME. the more i sleep, the more opportunities will arise for me to exercise my telepathic ability. in fact, this proposition sounds so attractive i think i might start right now.
right now it doens't take a psychic to realize what you're probably thinking. you're thinking "this is silly- this girl cannot read minds while she's asleep." well, let me provide some evidence for the truth of this claim. i have only 2 examples to provide when DID in fact read someone's mind while sleeping, but i think if i slep near other people more often and if i remembered my dreams more often, i would probably have a lot more proof to back up my claim.
Case 1: some months ago, i was over at my aunt's house in Grand Rapids for the weekend. i was sleeping alone in Jessica's room, while she was sleeping out on the couch in the family room (i didn't ask her to give up her bed, but she felt like it for some reason). anyways, she has an orange cat that is really friendly and sweet. earlier that night, i was playing with the cat for like an hour or something. during that time, i undoubtedly formed a strong rapport with the cat. the next morning, i was lying in bed sleeping, but i was in the light stage of sleep when you're going to wake up pretty soon. i was having this dream about somebody being stuck behind a door. i couldn't see who it was, but i could hear a voice saying "i'm stuck behind this door- somebody help me- i need to get out through this door- help me get through this door..." over and over again. gradually as i awoke, the sound of the voice in the dream blended with the actual sound i was hearing in real life- the cat was meowing loudly from out in the hallway. i got up, and opening the door to Jessica's room, i saw out in teh foyer that the orange cat was in front of the sliding glass door, looking out longingly and putting his paws up on the glass.
i think it's pretty obvious what happened. i clearly must have read the cat's mind while sleeping. so NOT only do i have the ability to read minds, but i have the ability to interpret the thoughts of an entirely different species. pretty cool, huh?
I had all but forgotten this entire episode until i had an eerily similar experience earlier this afternoon. Which brings me to,
Case 2: Earlier today i was lying on my bed napping in the afternoon sunshine. I had awoken at one point, still felt drowsy and slipped back into that nether-state somewhere between sleeping and waking where it's difficult to tell if i'm dreaming or not. it's like i'm just awake enough to realize i might be dreaming. at one point as i was laying there, i thought i heard someone open my door (my door has a bell hanging on the knob for just this purpose- i don't particularly like to have people sneak up on me) gently. i thought i heard my mom whisper softly "Laura, are you awake?" and i thought "Um... I don't think so..." naturally, i didn't respond in any way; not so much as a flutter of an eyelid. When i'm in this state of half-sleep, i can sometimes hear things that are going on around me, but i'm completely unable to respond. in fact, it's a little creepy, because i might think of moving in a particular way, or i might even think i have moved, but in actuality i'm just laying there completely still. i can't even open my eyes. it's a little bit freaky, and i suspect the problem lies in my inability to tell with certainty whehter i'm awake or asleep.
anyways, later after i had awakened, i asked my mom if she came to my room and asked me if i was awake. she said that she had in fact come and opened my door, but she looked to see if i was awake without saying anything. it appears unmistakable that i must have read her mind. after all, what clear thought WOULD she be thinking at that point, other than "are you awake?" she just didn't vocalize the thought. in my sleep, i KNEW she was there, and i KNEW what she was thinking.I
i feel i've presented some compelling evidence of my own heretofore unknown psychic abilities. if i could somehow harness these powers and use them WHILE AWAKE, the results could be impressive indeed. in any case, the situtation merits furhter investigation. indubitably, there is but one way for me to explore my theories further. i have to SLEEP ALL THE TIME. the more i sleep, the more opportunities will arise for me to exercise my telepathic ability. in fact, this proposition sounds so attractive i think i might start right now.
Saturday, February 08, 2003
my mom just suggested i have a "hair consultation" before lis's wedding. i told her i am not a model, so why should i look like one? for some reason i can't quite pinpoint, this issue kind of ticks me off. why is everyone so uptight about my hair? it makes me want to dye it green or something. that way maybe they'll realize they should have been happy w/ my hair the way it was.
maybe it's because i've been feeling sick and tired all morning, but for some reason this just bugs me. seriously, what is the big deal about my hair? why doesn't everbody just back off? my brother has had the same haircut since 6th grade but i don't go around picking on him about it. i tell him at times when i like the way his hair looks better than others, but i don't say anything on days when i do'nt like the way it looks. why? because
Evidently, no one else shares my hair sensitivities. people are constantly harping on my hair. for god's sake, it's MY HAIR! what do they care? now, since lis is getting married, and i'm going to be in a lot of her pictures, i don't mind if she has some say in how i do my hair for the wedding. ya know 'cuase SHE's the one who's gonna be lookin at these pictures for a long time. but on a general, day to day basis, i have to deal with consistent hair criticism.
you know, i see people who's hair i don't like all the time. IF i bother to notice that i don't like someone's hair, it's just an observation that i file away, and then forget about. because it's NOT MY PROBLEM. and i have no business going around critiquing another person's hair choices. maybe i don't like my mom's hair, enh? do i go around putting her down for it in front of other people? no.
i'm seriously overreacting at this point, which is lending a great sense of comedy to the situtation for me. sometimes being melodramatic adds spice to life. after all, if you aren't passionate about little things, what are the odds that you'll be passionate about something big and important?
that's all i have to say at this time.
maybe it's because i've been feeling sick and tired all morning, but for some reason this just bugs me. seriously, what is the big deal about my hair? why doesn't everbody just back off? my brother has had the same haircut since 6th grade but i don't go around picking on him about it. i tell him at times when i like the way his hair looks better than others, but i don't say anything on days when i do'nt like the way it looks. why? because
- 1. it's none of my business, really. it's HIS hair.
- 2. it might be construed as hurtful or rude to criticize anohter person's hair
- 3. i don't really care that much what his hair looks like.
Evidently, no one else shares my hair sensitivities. people are constantly harping on my hair. for god's sake, it's MY HAIR! what do they care? now, since lis is getting married, and i'm going to be in a lot of her pictures, i don't mind if she has some say in how i do my hair for the wedding. ya know 'cuase SHE's the one who's gonna be lookin at these pictures for a long time. but on a general, day to day basis, i have to deal with consistent hair criticism.
you know, i see people who's hair i don't like all the time. IF i bother to notice that i don't like someone's hair, it's just an observation that i file away, and then forget about. because it's NOT MY PROBLEM. and i have no business going around critiquing another person's hair choices. maybe i don't like my mom's hair, enh? do i go around putting her down for it in front of other people? no.
i'm seriously overreacting at this point, which is lending a great sense of comedy to the situtation for me. sometimes being melodramatic adds spice to life. after all, if you aren't passionate about little things, what are the odds that you'll be passionate about something big and important?
that's all i have to say at this time.
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