I'm extremely bored, and I figured I'd tell you guys a few of my crazy stories .. I still find them sooo creepy.
i was reminded of my crazy psychic connection with the underworld tonight. ok, not really .. but i've had a whole slew of freaky weird things happen to me.
i was about 8 years old, and i was sitting in my dad's co-workers kitchen. they were having coffee and my dad just brought me with him because he didn't want to leave me at home. so we're sitting in the kitchen, and i'm bored out of my mind. my father's co-worker has 2 pictures of his kids - a girl and a boy. i look at the pictures for a second, then look away. a few minutes after, i look back at the pictures. for some damn reason, i'm drawn to the picture of his boy. i stare at this damn picture for like 30 minutes, and i just couldn't take my eyes off of it. i sat there all freaking afternoon, just drawn to this picture. (no, i didn't think he was attractive or anything .. i was 8.) anyways, so like less than a month later .. my dad's co-worker's son commits suicide. for some reason, i always felt i knew it was going to happen, as ridiculous as it sounds.
just about 2 months ago, i was sitting in class with my friend jeremy. this guy is pretty accident prone, and he hadn't broken anything/cut himself or anthing recently. i said something along the lines of 'hey, jeremy - i've never seen you go so long without a cast on!' .. we all laugh. school ends, blah blah blah. the next day, jeremy comes to school with a freaking cast on his arm. apparently, like 3 hours after school jeremy was walking through a crosswalk when a car came careening around a corner and hit him. i was just like .. woah.
and finally, i had a dream that a spaceship with 5 people on it crashed, the night before the Columbia actually crashed. i was throughly distraught. I mean, I don't exactly dream about space ships every day. Or do I? DO DO DO.
Well, thanks for listening to my weirdness, but its been a slow night
