Impossibilities?

Teleportation, levitation, tissue regeneration; Are these really that far beyond the realm of human skill, or just beyond the realm of human comprehension? As children, we are pre-programmed to believe in the extraordinary. Though, as time passes and we mature into adulthood, and those beliefs fade. So, is it really so outlandish for a boy to believe he can fly, or for a woman to believe she sees visions of the future? Is it really so outlandish to think that these people really possess these abilities?

No, it's not!

The mind is mankind's most powerful tool, but most of us have no idea how to use it to its fullest potential. Evolution is happening all around us, from the smallest thing like a baby learning to laugh or a young girl learning to read, to a man learning to become a doctor or fly and airplane. So who's to say that evolution can't lead us beyond out expectations? No one! It happens every day, so really, it's inevitable that mankind will continue to grow beyond the realm of what the general public may think is possible.

During my research I discovered that 1 out of every 500 persons possess an ability, many of which have not realized it yet. We are chosen through natural selection, so ultimately there is no precise way to predict whom will and will not fall victim to evolution. At birth, one can't even be too sure if they have an ability, because the time it takes for something like this to surface varies from person to person. For some, it may show up when they are infants, and for others not until their teens or adult years. For example, in China a 73 year old man has the ability harness magnetic energy. Think Magneto from X-Men. He was in his 30's, working as a construction worker when his tools started sticking to him. This is only one example, another is in Mexico; a man who posses the ability of human flight has been seen flying around the canyons.

You might ask, well what triggers these powers in people? The answer is simple, emotion. During times of high emotional stress these powers trigger themselves, as a result of the adrenaline. For instance, an infant may discover his/her ability during a temper tantrum, or a woman might discover hers during a painful break-up. Have you ever been so angry you could punch a whole through a wall? It's the same basic principle. Now, these situations don't have anything to do with what sort of powers one might possess, they're just triggers, and like the time the powers show up, it differs for everyone of us.

We have reached the gateway of human evolution; And as we stand in the threshold of our true potential, Us, as the gifted have inside us a genetic code that has the ability to lead our species into the next evolutionary level. What we do with it and how the public react, well that's up to you.

Sleeping patterns

Thinking back over the course of time i've known Clementine, and the odd circumstances under which we met (chicken). I've decided that we're quite compatible. Though, at times it doesn't seem that way. According to the "stars" we're polar opposites. This is what she tells me, since I know squat about astrology. I don't know.

I'm starting to get this feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach/heart, that she doesn't want to speak to me. Now, I've been known to get paranoid about this, which is why I haven't confronted her about it. Though, as I'm sitting here basically waiting for the phone to ring, and waiting to see her phone number show up on the Caller ID. It seems so childish, and so clingy, and this is the pusher. I'm not even postive that I'm in love with her! I'm sure, in time I'll feel that, but now...I'm not too sure. I mean, we've only been going out for a month or so less than a year.

It's almost 2, and I know she doesn't call anyone after 2. It's so like me to get hurt over a phone call, or lack there of in this case. I guess, after thinking about it, my feelings are a bit more that I had initially thought. I don't mind waiting for a call. I think Clem is the greatest thing that's happened to me in my life, and for her I'm prepared to wait for as long as I need to.

Still, I don't feel much better. I would have loved to talk to her before I slept.

This weekend, and some plans for next week.

Clem and I went out to eat at Kangs again. We eat there too much, I think. It's good, though, and it's nice and quiet. It's a nice change from some of the nightclub that Clem drags me to. I'm not saying I don't usually have fun, but it's not really my scene.

This weekend went to see Wicked in Times Square, it was intresting. It's sort of a different conception from Wizard of Oz. Though, this act is the "untold stories of the witches of Oz" There were four witches, one of them looked like my mother.

Next week, on the 23rd, we're going into Manhattan to watch the Macys Day Balloons get blown up. I went last year with Naomi, she kept complaining to go home. I like seeing this, and Clem is the one who suggested it, so I know she won't be comlaining about leaving, or complaining that she's bored.

Naomi

I've had this reocurring dream about an actual event. It takes place over the course of my sleeping hours, and the dream revolves around 2 days.

I first can see myself with Naomi, my ex-girlfriend, and well, i'm breaking up with her again. We're out in New York City in Central Park eating lunch. I tell her about how it seems that we're getting tired of each other, then she blames me for the reason we're tired.

So, there we are sitting, i'm trying to explain why we should break up, but she automatically assumes that I wanted to be with someone else. That's the thing with Naomi, she was always assuming. Assuming I wanted to do this, assuming I want to eat this. Now that I think back on it, I don't know how I survived so long with her. She was mousey, unexciting and bland. Honestly, I can't stand the sight of that woman anymore. I'm glad I left before it got even more serious. My friends Rob and Carrie think that it was a good move that I got out of that while I did.

Maybe later i'll explain about that dream, right now, i'm too fustrated.

Pictures.

Clem and I at my Birthday last month! She got me a behind the scenes look at my favourite theater play!

Clem and I in Montauk

Joel Time

It looks like i've managed to get less than enough Joel Time. Around 2 hours. That's probably a bit too much. It looks like i'm going to stay in tonight. Why, you ask? Well, Clem is going out with her sister and some friends. Sure, I feel shitty because i wasn't invited, but i'll get over it.
I went out to get some coffee this morning, and the newspaper and took a picture of the city by the coffee shop. It was busy for such an early hour.

Yep, that's where I love. Lovely Rockville Centre, New York. I always have a habit of typing or writing "Rockville Center" rather than "Rockville Centre". As long as it's pronounced the same, right?

6 and I'm still awake.

Alright, i haven't slept yet. It's 6 AM and i think i'm not tired yet. The sun is starting to rise, that'll probably make me sleepy, though, i told Clementine to come over at 8 to get breakfast. She has a key, so that gives me 2 hours of Joel time. Hmm, that doesn't seem like enough. Oh! Maybe, i can drag Clem into bed with me, she's not really much of a morning person anyway, so we'd probably get an extra few hours. So, i'm thinking 6 hours of Joel Time.

How's that sound? Good, i suppose.

I'm an insomniac, or at least I use that word to justify my wonky sleep habits. It's a good thing i don't work tomorrow, huh? I should quit my job. Clem thinks I could be an artist. I wonder if she's right?

What do you think?

Not one of my best, and really, not one of my more cheerful ones, huh? Oh well, now that I look through my book, i don't have cheerful ones. I'm sure i could do one, though. Especially at this moment, i'm extremely happy with Clem right now. Shouldn't be too hard.

New Blog

Clem told me that Blogger looked better than LiveJournal, so i went with her and i'm going to start posting here instead. I'll agree with her in that it does look better, but i had friends on LiveJournal! No, i'm only joking. Happy reading, those who can read.