Can't think of anything clever to put as a status...

I called this post a status. I am so very tired. :P

1. Frustration. Need to sleep it off.

2. Watching You've Got Mail, again....failsafe movie. ;)

3. Obsessed with staring at the portal. O.O waiting for something come out. Nothing ever does, anymore.

Thanksgiving is only a few days away......

Meh. I'm not as excited as I should be.

It's also really hard not to dive into the portal. You know, just to see what happens.

On less morbid notes, Mitchie is getting *really* big. When she holds her head up, her ears come to my shoulder. O.o

Today is also Doctor Who Day! Guess I know what I"m doing tonight. ;) (Watching Doctor Who! Duh! And possibly Edward Scissorhands....)

So, since I am now addicted to this song and it is a Doctor Who fan vid, I have posted it. Click Here for Doctory Dopeness.

Impending Doom.....Thanks, Brandon Flowers, for that excellently put phrase.

It's quiet here today. Neither Dom nor I went to school. Damien's still here, but he's not saying much. I keep hearing Mitchie knocking stuff over outside.

The lizard is staying curled up on my stomach, for some reason. Dom's asleep....

And downstairs, anxious mutterings. Something sizzling on the stove. Smoke alarm goes off occasionally because Mom keeps burning the cookies. And as normal as all of this is supposed to be...I can't help but feeling like it's just that moment of silence in the horror movie before something jumps out and kills you.

Oh, I am so optimistic.

Oh, and our best friend, the Portal-That-Constantly-Causes-Danger-and-Turmoil- To-Our-Lives, is back. Strong as ever. Tested it earlier, and I got through okay. Also, it keeps spitting candy out at me and hitting me in the head. Thanks, P.T.C.C.D.A.T.T.O.L. That almost looks like the word 'pterodactyl.' Maybe we'll just stick with that from now on.

Oh, and the song I was referencing is Losing Touch, by the Killers. You can listen to it if you click right....here.

Gill

On the Road

I tried listening to my iPod for like, fifteen minutes to take my mind off stuff, but I finally yanked it out and broke it by accident.

Dom's still missing. Portal in our closet won't let me in. Can't find Damien.

Promises, Promises

I know we're awfully cryptic about *exactly* what goes on in the portal, on the other side. What comes out.

Who Damien Zion is.

But one day, soon, we will get more detailed. We're sort of waiting on...something.

On less serious notes, I laughed very hard today when I found out that Dom was fired.

Wow. I'm a little bit worried about this.

This morning when I left the house to go to the store, I started to go out, then went back to get a jacket. I got all the way to the store, then realized I had left the list at home when I went back into my room for my jacket. So I went back home, got the list, got all the way to the store, was walking in...checked my bag and my wallet wasn't there. Last night I moved it to my other bag. So I went all the way back to get my wallet, all the way back to the store. Big whoop.

Later, I took Dom's lizard to the vet's office, and Dr. Paul gave me some medicine for him (he cut himself on some sort of broken ridge on the bottom of the fridge. Nothing to worry about) and so I took him out to the car, got in, didn't see the medicine. I just assumed it was in my purse or on the other side of the seat. So I went home, got the lizard (Dom won't tell me his name, which is why he is grandly referred to as 'The Lizard') settled back into Dom's pillow (I did it for the lizard. Not Dom) and then went to look for the medicine in the car. It was not there. 

I drove back to the vet's parking lot - not there. Started home, and decided that I should really call them to find out if they had seen it. I passed a turn off back just as she told me that she had it on the desk; therefore, I had to go halfway home in order to get to the next turn-off. I got the medicine. I went home.

Is anyone else worried about the number of things going on in my head so that I cannot remember all of this simple, easy little stuff? GAAAH!

Lemonade Gill

PS I cannot give details about the portal trip yet. Only...well, not only. A lot. It's a big deal. It's not an only. I'm really scared. Something bad's going on. And, wouldn't you just know it? We're in the eye of the storm.

Sometimes.

Sometimes, I hate having a portal in our bedroom.

Sometimes, I hate going to the other side.

Sometimes, I hate coming home.

Sometimes, I want things to be different.

Sometimes, I make lists like this because I'm too depressed to put any effort into anything else.

Sometimes I start sentences with the same word over and over.

And then I break the pattern at the end, just cause I can.

(I'm back home now, in case you didn't figure it out.)

The Facts of Life. Accept them or don't.

Today is the tenth day of the tenth month of 2010. This only happens once every thousand years. The 10-10-10 thing...because 2010 never happens again. O.o

Damien Zion is missing.

The portals have been spitting like crazy. What does this mean?

Well, I didn't have Damien to ask, so...I did something really stupid. I went into the portal, alone, while Dom and Mom and Dad were all out. I stayed at home to finish homework, and then received a note from the portal saying this:

Crazy things are happening on my side, Gillian. Come on over. It'll be fun.

So...yeah, I, even though I took into account that it could be a crazy psychopath writing me this note, luring me over to the other side for bad reasons (like to kill me or something) I still went. Mitchie went with me. (Yeah...she comes into the house when no one else is around.)

Why did I do this, you may ask?

I analyzed the note. Damien Zion taught me how.
Note's in my handwriting. And it wasn't forged.

Wanna guess what else?

I'm still over here. On the other side. Yeah, right now. And I'm typing in Klingon, but I think it should translate into English once it gets published.

Gillian

1,2,3,4,5,6,9 & 10

1. Damien Zion took me into the portal at the fair on Friday.

2. Whether or not we actually did do this...well, it's up to you to choose whether or not to believe it.

3. You also have to choose to believe or disbelieve the fact that I nearly died.

4. Your choice.

5. I think aliens are real, and it has nothing to do with the parallel universe.

6. I'm excited about Scooby Doo and the Curse of the Lake Monster.

9. 7 & 8 were crucial facts about the portal trip, but since I'm quoting Feist you don't get to hear them. You may now stand in awe at my cleverness.

10. Dom.....I have nothing nice to say. So I'll stop there. OH! Wait, yes I do. Thanks for that last piece of cake in the fridge. Loved it. ;)

The Fair...again.

So, I went to the fair last night, right?

Guess who was there?

No, never mind, don't try, you'll never guess.

Damien Zion!!!!! So I went up to him and asked him what he was doing there, and he pointed - because he was staring at something really intently.
"What?!"
He pushed my head the direction he was looking. "Look, Gill."

There was a thumping portal at the fair. But nobody was freaking out. Apparently, only about 2% of the population can see portals, according to Damien. Which means that Dom, Damien and I are part of that population. The portal spat out a girl that was painted white with really colorful clothes and painted accents on her skin. I'll draw a picture later. She looked around, saw us, and then looked terrified and ran back in. I, like the twin of Dominic that I am, followed her in there.

All the freaks from the old carnivals came from the parallel universe. That is all I can safely say.

Gill

PS Dom does not know about this because he was gone last night and was not answering his phone. Stupid brother.

Secret Agent Man

We have to shut up about the portal. :-/

We're totally secret agents now. O.o

Watch this video and you'll be more in the mood for it, I think.

Completely out of whack closet portal, or desperate cry for assistance?

I came home from school today to find my closet door open and hanging off it's hinges, a crumpled ball of paper on the floor. I quickly unfolded the paper and found something that scared me. A note asking for help. At first I was skeptical. I wouldn't put it past Gill to pull something like this on me. But it wasn't her hand writing. And she wouldn't go as far as pulling my closet door down. I'm not even sure she could. I glanced into my closet and found the portal swirling around and pulsing like crazy. It does that when something is about to pop out, and sometimes right after.

So my suspicions were pretty much confirmed. So there's someone out there, in an alternate universe that needs help. Ours specifically? I'm not sure. But I do know that we got this for a reason. And we have to do something about it.

Unfortunately (even if Gill was home) I can't go into the portal. There are so many unanswered questions about it. Where does it go for sure? What would happen to us if we went in? Would we be able to come back? The second we discovered it, I wanted to try it out right off the bat. But Gill talked some sense into me, and after two years, we still haven't tested it out. Haven't told anyone about it either. Which, in retrospect, was a bad idea on our part.

I need to find Gill. I need to convince her that we need to do this. And I need to eat something because I'm starving.

Pictures coming later. (As soon as my camera stops being stupid.)

Freaking out of my mind,
Dom

Bloggingggg....

So I'm sitting at a friends house right now, Gill is ragging on me about "Your turn to post on the blog!" and I'm just thinking about tossing her phone in the toilet. I don't even want to work on this stupid blog. Even less with my evil twin sister. And, to top it all off, I have to do dishes for a week, or Gill's gonna take my lizard back to the portal. (Yeah, we have a portal. It's in my closet. About once a week it spits out something from another dimension. No biggy.)

Dishes suck.

Homework sucks.

Stupid bald "guidance counselors" with their overly groomed goatees and pristine, wrinkle free shirts suck. (Yes, Mr. Q. I'm talking about you. What are you gonna do about it? Give me detention? I've already got it every Saturday until Christmas break.)

Life sucks.

(But, my new book on origami came in today! Shut up, Gill! It relaxes me. )

The awesome part of the Blog's name: Artichoke -- over and out.