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Well, I had most of an interesting entry all typed when I went to go eat, and then the lightning storm killed the comp, so I'm starting over. I had something really insightful to say, just now, but I forgot what it was. This'll probably be a rambling entry, so it might come up again.
I was awakened this morning around ten-thirty for a phone call, and spent the next few minutes talking to Andy's lawyer. I assured him that Katy (Andy's daughter, my cousin) did not, in fact, nearly drown under my supervision, as Katy's nasty mother would have the court believe. They're trying to blame Andy for leaving her unsupervised, but he was within earshot and I was there, even if I was 14. She was jumping into my armsfrom the side and jumped once when I wasn't ready, and went under a little. I scooped her right up, and she coughed a little and got all wide-eyed, but I asked her if she wanted to get out and she didn't, and we played for another hour or so. Poor Andy. He has to deal with her mother, who's making life as difficult as possible for him. He really doesn't deserve the hassle of driving to and from Illinois every other weekend or so to see her. And the poor kid doesn't deserve her dangt mother.
Anyway, I went back to sleep after that phone call, having stayed up until about five for dumb reasons (see previous entry). I finally got in the shower (no candles) and Joy arrived. We left for Centerpoint, and that's where I had been until I came home and tried to post.
I got worked on by two people this time, Eileen and Gabriel. I actually felt like it did something, too. I felt affected. What they do is lay their hands on you (in specific places if you tell them your problems) and run energy through you to get rid of blocks and negativity, to let the body fix itself. Gabriel was astoundingly effective. I told him I wanted to fix my eyesight so I won't have to wear glasses (20/70 is pretty bad, but I usually detect motion more than detail, though I do love colors), and my scoliosis so I won't have to wear a brace (unlikely, but possible). He worked on my eyes and I started seeing stuff when he touched my forehead, and went somewhere where it felt like I was talking to Nia or checking my email or something. It was black and purple and green. He told me at the end that he had opened my third eye and wow I went under deep. It felt so good. After that I watched an acupressure guy and struck up a conversation with his patient/victim, also a healer. She told me she did emotional release, and I inquired further. I have her info, now, and as soon as I can raise $75, I'm kidnapping Ally and taking her there, so she can be massaged and restored to who she really is, under all the masks and sans emotional turmoil.
Mama tossed me a book called Think Yourself thin, so I'm gonna start that. It's really reinforced the foundation principle of the universe, so far (just as the Centerpoint thing did today). You get what you put out/Ask and ye shall receive/karma/quantum physics/affirmations. It's all really the same thing.
Oh, cool. Warm, rather. I'm getting really warm spots in nice places; like the flush when you're embarrassed, except on my arms and stomach and, and above the backs of my elbows and fronts of my knees. It feels really nice, though I have no idea what it's from. I had a nice steak, with some satisfying marrow to chew out. Hmm.
Too scared to start painting my cool picture, gonna wait and take it to Kinko's. I started a new one instead, to help myself visualize the form I want to take. It's nice lithe, curvy archer, with long fur and a sort of supple strength. Or at least that's what it will be when it gets past the sketchy stage... it looks kind of dumb at the moment. But it's on big paper, so it'll have to turn out well, because I can't waste it.
My World History final essay is due between Tuesday and Friday. I don't feel like writing it. I feel like lounging provocatively. I don't want to ruin the effects of the day by stressing out, but that's what I'll end up doing if I don't do something else constructive or oblivion-involved (like sleeping or reading or chatting). I want to pile. Mrr.
I was awakened this morning around ten-thirty for a phone call, and spent the next few minutes talking to Andy's lawyer. I assured him that Katy (Andy's daughter, my cousin) did not, in fact, nearly drown under my supervision, as Katy's nasty mother would have the court believe. They're trying to blame Andy for leaving her unsupervised, but he was within earshot and I was there, even if I was 14. She was jumping into my armsfrom the side and jumped once when I wasn't ready, and went under a little. I scooped her right up, and she coughed a little and got all wide-eyed, but I asked her if she wanted to get out and she didn't, and we played for another hour or so. Poor Andy. He has to deal with her mother, who's making life as difficult as possible for him. He really doesn't deserve the hassle of driving to and from Illinois every other weekend or so to see her. And the poor kid doesn't deserve her dangt mother.
Anyway, I went back to sleep after that phone call, having stayed up until about five for dumb reasons (see previous entry). I finally got in the shower (no candles) and Joy arrived. We left for Centerpoint, and that's where I had been until I came home and tried to post.
I got worked on by two people this time, Eileen and Gabriel. I actually felt like it did something, too. I felt affected. What they do is lay their hands on you (in specific places if you tell them your problems) and run energy through you to get rid of blocks and negativity, to let the body fix itself. Gabriel was astoundingly effective. I told him I wanted to fix my eyesight so I won't have to wear glasses (20/70 is pretty bad, but I usually detect motion more than detail, though I do love colors), and my scoliosis so I won't have to wear a brace (unlikely, but possible). He worked on my eyes and I started seeing stuff when he touched my forehead, and went somewhere where it felt like I was talking to Nia or checking my email or something. It was black and purple and green. He told me at the end that he had opened my third eye and wow I went under deep. It felt so good. After that I watched an acupressure guy and struck up a conversation with his patient/victim, also a healer. She told me she did emotional release, and I inquired further. I have her info, now, and as soon as I can raise $75, I'm kidnapping Ally and taking her there, so she can be massaged and restored to who she really is, under all the masks and sans emotional turmoil.
Mama tossed me a book called Think Yourself thin, so I'm gonna start that. It's really reinforced the foundation principle of the universe, so far (just as the Centerpoint thing did today). You get what you put out/Ask and ye shall receive/karma/quantum physics/affirmations. It's all really the same thing.
Oh, cool. Warm, rather. I'm getting really warm spots in nice places; like the flush when you're embarrassed, except on my arms and stomach and, and above the backs of my elbows and fronts of my knees. It feels really nice, though I have no idea what it's from. I had a nice steak, with some satisfying marrow to chew out. Hmm.
Too scared to start painting my cool picture, gonna wait and take it to Kinko's. I started a new one instead, to help myself visualize the form I want to take. It's nice lithe, curvy archer, with long fur and a sort of supple strength. Or at least that's what it will be when it gets past the sketchy stage... it looks kind of dumb at the moment. But it's on big paper, so it'll have to turn out well, because I can't waste it.
My World History final essay is due between Tuesday and Friday. I don't feel like writing it. I feel like lounging provocatively. I don't want to ruin the effects of the day by stressing out, but that's what I'll end up doing if I don't do something else constructive or oblivion-involved (like sleeping or reading or chatting). I want to pile. Mrr.
