Overheard tidbits of conversations that just strike me as funny…

It’s like Darth Vader with a cold…

If I go crazy, then will you still call me Superman?

Overheard tidbits of conversations that just strike me as funny…

I don’t do that ”Dances with the Wolves”.

Oh, Kiss me beneath the milky twilight…lead me out of the moonlit floor

Overheard tidbits of conversations that just strike me as funny…

You’ve already got an evil laugh.

The ornaments look pretty but they’re pulling down the branches of the tree

5/13/09

Gray walked by me at my locker today and nudged me with his arm. A friendly push. When I looked up to yell at whoever was shoving me, I saw that it was him and felt my face grin like a fool. He was walking away like he didn’t even notice me, then turned his head back and gave me an evil grin so gorgeous, my heart actually skipped a beat. Oh man, he is too cute. I’ll say it, I wish he was mine.

No, I haven’t talked to Mom yet, but I will, I will (Heather has been missing for a week – no new leads, just lots of theories at school). No, I haven’t started my career list yet either (I have a whole week for that). Hey, I’ve got stuff to do…lots of important stuff….like, uh, seeing if Gray is online.

5/14/09

I did finally talk to Mom about Tessa Prince’s thoughts today. She had me tell her three times exactly what Tessa was thinking. She said give her a little time to think about it and talk to Dad. I feel really relieved that I told her. Now, it’s like her problem, not mine. But I can’t help thinking about it. I think about Heather all the time. If she was supposed to call Tessa, then at least she’s still alive, right? I hope so. I just wish I knew where she was, and if she’s okay. Hurry up, Mom.

5/15/09

Ten days of school left (last day, May 29)!!!! Two measly little weeks! I can’t wait! The teachers are all trying to pound that last little bit of learning into our heads before they have to let us be FREEE for the summer. Don’t they realize we’re already gone? Anything we “learn” now will be gone as soon as finals are over! The sad part is that in two weeks Gray will be gone for most of the summer…two whole months. Sophie, being Sophie, says I should just tell him that I like him…she’s nuts! No way am I going to tell him anything about how I feel. She thinks there’s a good chance that he likes me back…shhheyeah, right. I think we might bebecoming friends, though, and that would be okay by me. Really though, why am I so excited about school being out…that just means yard work in the hot sticky heat all summer. Dad told me today that I get to start this Saturday, because business is really picking up….oh joy. I just have to keep reminding myself….new clothes, new shoes, new clothes, new shoes, new flip-flops, new tennies, new boots for fall…sigh. (still no list….who cares!) Friday night, going to Sophie’s to hang out. Mom said I can sleep over. We’re going to watch reruns of “Project Runway” and make fun of the designers and their awful (sometimes) creations. Love Heidi Klum though! Maybe we’ll check to see who’s on Facebook too…you know, like just to see.

5/16/09

Spent most of the day mowing grass. Too bad I’m not allergic. But I earned almost $50, so I guess I’ll live. The whole summer stretches before me, hot and sweaty. Ick. At least I have Sophie to suffer with me, although being a babysitter she gets to suffer in the air conditioning. Lucky! Of course, I don’t have to corral brats all day, so I suppose it’s a trade-off. The only nice thing is that taking a shower after a long hot day mowing or pulling weeds is like heaven in the summer (or going swimming, but not much time or chances for that). Mom’s calling…I’ll bet she and Dad are wanting to talk…I hope.

Overheard tidbits of conversations that just strike me as funny…

I’m in the middle of that PMS thing.

Oh how she rocks in Keds and tube socks

5/12/09

Saw Headcase today. I was actually looking forward to it, because I thought I might mention what I heard in Tessa Prince’s mind. I hadn’t decided when I went in to see her. We talked for a while and she asked if she might test me, to see for herself how well I can read people. I’m surprised it took her till the third visit! I said sure, why not, since it’s no secret with her. I asked how she wanted to do it, and she said she would just think of random objects, and I could just tell her what they were. Easy-peasy.

Me: Okay, give me your hand. (I don’t know how she will react. I’ve never done this on purpose with anyone, except with my family…Matt thinks it’s hilarious that I can’t read him…I’ll bet he’s relieved too that I don’t know what goes on in that twisted brain of his)
Headcase: Whenever you’re ready. (we sit in chairs opposite each other, leaning in a little, her left hand in my right. I have no idea what she expected. It’s not like I have to close my eyes and concentrate or anything, like those big fakes on reality shows. It’s much more like Allison Dubois. It comes to me like I have a radio in my head wired straight to their brains, whether I want it or not…sometimes with video too…only no dreaming)
Me: Um…there’s a lot going on in there. Maybe you could try to concentrate on just one thing at a time. Either picture something or say one word at a time in your mind.
Headcase: Uh, okay. (looks a little skeptical…I don’t blame her)
Me: House…shoe…elephant…telephone…ice cream cone…Corvette…Taj Mahal…Pacific Ocean…tree…sun…moon…hand…music, computer, book, fire extinguisher, desk…wow…how is she doing this…this is unbelievable….okay, you can stop now….(jerks her hand out of mine)
Headcase: Yes, you can stop now. (looks very pale)
Me: Oh, sorry. I was on a roll. Are you okay? Can I get you a drink of water or something?
Headcase: No, no. That’s okay. Wow, you have an amazing talent. (still looking a little shaky)
Me: Actually, there was a lot more stuff that I was filtering out. I pretty much hear it all.
Headcase: Like what? (she doesn’t look like she really wants to know)
Me: Like, you lost your car keys this morning and had to use a spare which really bugs you. You had a fight with your husband and you’re still mad about it. Your son, Jason, didn’t do his homework, and you’re afraid he’s not going to get into a good college. Is that enough? There’s more, but you might not want me saying it out loud.
Headcase: Yes, that’s plenty. Wow. (she leans back in her chair and takes a deep breath) Okay, I get it. I see why your parents wanted you to be able to talk to someone. That must be a very heavy burden for a 13 year old.
Me: You have no idea. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I’m just glad you’re getting a clue. Maybe you can help me, but I kind of doubt it.
Headcase: Oh, I’m pretty sure I can help you. But it will take some time, because you and I have to learn to trust each other. Will you try?
Me: Yes, I’ll try. I really would like to have someone I can talk to about all this, besides my parents. Somebody not so close to me. Somebody that won’t worry about me so much.
Headcase: Well, the first thing we have to work on is how you view your gift. I can tell you see it as a curse.
Me: I just want to be a normal teenager. Is that too much to ask?
Headcase: We have to try to see things as they are, not as we wish they could be. Just keep using the word “gift” when you write about it or talk about it. Believe me, it can help turn your attitude in a different direction. It’s a start anyway.
Me: Fine. (seems stupid, but whatevs)

 Then Headcase gave me an assignment for the week…oh boy. I’m supposed to make a list of careers I might like to pursue, where I could use my “gift”. I didn’t tell her about the list in my head, the one where all the jobs wear gloves. Oh, I thought of a new one. I could be a beauty queen, they wear those long white gloves don’t they? Oh wait…NOT. I have no beauty (oh yeah, you have to have a talent too), I’m not queenly, and yes, you have to be VERY tall. Wow, that’s so not going to happen in this lifetime. What was the other one I thought of? Doctor! They always put on those latex gloves to touch people to keep from getting all the diseases they have to diagnose. Maybe not. I don’t really want people coughing and sneezing and puking all over me…so that lets out nurse too. (but wait, if I was a doctor or nurse I could use my “ability”…I wouldn’t have to ask where it hurts, because all I’d have to do is touch them to know!). Maybe that should go on both lists…

Anyway! I didn’t ask Headcase about Heather, but I did ask her what she thought about reading people’s minds for information. About reading people when they don’t know it…about the privacy thing. I kind of wanted to test her to see if she thought the same way I did. She does. She said that I was right to be careful in using my talent, and that it would not be a good habit to go around reading people for my own amusement. That it wouldn’t be good for me or my relationships with other people. She didn’t know it, but she got a little more of that trust she was talking about…

But, as far as Heather goes, I’ll just have to talk to Mom. She’ll know what to do…I hope.