Excellent. This is my last pre-written entry. Nothing’s really been happening lately, so I haven’t been writing quite as much…
I think the only really new and noteworthy thing is, now that I’ve allowed Domino in my room to sniff around and stuff, she knows my room is behind that mysterious closed door at the end of the hall, and so every morning she thinks, “aha, Reeser is sleeping in here…let’s wake her up!”
And so she comes and paws and paws and paws on the door and cries and cries and cries, and then does the same to the door next to mine, which is supposed to be a guest room, but Stacy’s been sleeping there because of spiders in her room freaking her out…
Ugh, Domino… >.<“
Anyway. Yeah. Here is the part of my entry that was pre-written.
The other day I saw that Paranormal State (a show about paranormal investigation) was going to be on, so I stayed up super late to watch it…the episodes weren’t the best or most interesting ones I’ve ever seen, but there was something about one episode that really weirded me out.
Michelle Bellanger, the woman who collected and published the stories and essays in that book I have about vampyres (real people who practice vampirism), was in one of the episodes. I guess she was helping out because the guy who usually does their psychic work wasn’t there…but…yeah…she looks an awful lot like my aunt. I couldn’t believe it…it was just too weird. But…there she was.
Have you ever come across something like that? You know…where you meet someone who has a really uncanny resemblance to a relative or friend of yours? I mean, I’ve encountered people that I’ve mistaken for my boyfriend or my mom, and I met a girl who really strongly resembled my friend, Melody…
It just always weirds me out when this kind of thing happens.
It all just reinforces my suspicion that there is another one of me out there. At least…someone who looks a lot like me at first glance… hm.
“Most of us have wished at times that we were someone else—someone normal, someone pink and fluffy, or athletic, or maybe something more. However, we aren’t those people and we don’t do those things. To be something other than exactly who we are would mean only that we have denied who we are and have cast out a deep part of our inner being that is screaming for recognition.”
Eclecta, “Accepting Our Differences, Revealing Our Natures”