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So, yes, I'm fine. I was no where near the whole bridge thing. Nor was anyone I know. I'm starting to get sick of the subject on the news, though. Most of the information is sort of old and there are probably other things in the world that people could be talking about.... But enough about that! Today I went to the art fairs that were going around Minneapolis with my sister. I saw a lot of interesting things, but I didn't buy anything. I just came home with a lot of free samples. If only I had a lot of money to blow on art... I would still probably be picky... I got a new hair cut! It's a lot shorter now and looks a whole hell of a lot better. I've been doing a lot of spacey art lately. It's both fun and simple. If you want you can go look at a few samples over at my Deviant Art account. I read Harry Potter DH. Sort of so-so book. I hated how Voldemort was so stupid. The best HP book is probably the first one in my opinion. What else... I still haven't found a job yet... Nothing much else really. I lead a very boring life. Current Mood: blah
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I had the weirdest experience today. I think it was of the paranormal sort too. As I was walking across the Washington ave. bridge to get to class this morning, I suddenly got the feeling that I was falling. It wasn't scary. In fact it was quite the opposite. It was almost sheer joy to feel the wind rushing across my face and to not be bound by the ground. It was unlike any ride I have ever experienced. But that feeling soon passed. I opened my eyes and suddenly the ground was a few inches from my face. In that moment, I felt sheer terror. Seeing death that close to your eyes is not a pleasant experience at all. Than the ground hit. I know there was pain, I can still remember the smell as my nose was crushed, but the nothingness came about to fast to really experience it. And I found myself on top of the bridge again. Quite terrified, I picked up my pace crossing the bridge and stayed as close to the wall as I could until I got to a door so I could walk on the inside. The memory, or whatever it was, was still playing itself over and over in my head, but not quite as vivid as before. It got better when I was on the inside, but it was still there. As I exited from the bridge to West Bank, it stopped playing in my head. In fact, it's a little hard to remember it in the first person as I first experienced it. When I play it though in my head, it's more like I am watching a shadow of a person (male I think) falling. I'm falling with them, but it is in more of a god-like position, where all I'm doing is just watching and not participating. Like I said, it was weird. I don't think I ever want to fall to my death. I have always have believed in paranormal encounters like this. I've found in places where a lot of people have had a lot of intense emotions tend to retain a bit of that emotion for a long time. I've evan experienced it places before. Dungeons where there was a lot of torture tend to retain a bit of fear about them and grave yards often have an air of sadness to the (at least in my opinion). The once or twice I've been in the metrodome when it was virtually empty, I could still feel excitement in the air. I've never really felt anything this intense, though, and that focused on a single person. They do say that the bridge is haunted. Current Mood: scared
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